All about edit and email –-> alles über Edith und Emil
Oh there´s an email –-> oh, da ist schon Emil
She has a new PC –-> sie hat ein neues Pissoir
Do you have Apple –-> wollen sie mich veräppeln?
No, I have windows –-> nein, ich habe Blähungen.
.....und jetzt heißt es wieder ebay, ebay, ebay – üben, üben, üben
und da kommts her...
Freitag, September 29, 2006
Sonntag, September 24, 2006
I go out on Friday night
Out of bed at eight AM
Out my head by half past ten
Out with mates and dates and friends
That's what I do at weekends
I can't talk and I can't walk
But I know where I'm going to go
I'm going watch my money go
At the Locarno
When my feet go through the door
I know what my right arm is for
Buy a drink and pull a chair
Up to the edge of the dance floor
Bouncers bouncing through the night
Trying to stop or start a fight
I sit and watch the flashing lights
Moving legs in footless tights
I go out on Friday night
And I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night
And I come home on Saturday morning
I like to venture into town
I like to get a few drinks down
The floor gets packed the bar gets full
I don't like life when things get dull
The hen party have saved the night
And freed themselves from drunken stags
Having fun and dancing
In a circle round their leather bags
I go out on Friday night
And I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night
And I come home on Saturday morning
But two o'clock has come again
It's time to leave this paradise
Hope the chip shop isn't closed
Cos' their pies are really nice
I'll eat in the taxi queue
Standing in someone else's spew
Wish I had lipstick on my shirt
Instead of piss stains on my shoes
I go out on Friday night
And I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night
And I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night
And I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night
And I come home on Saturday morning

Out my head by half past ten
Out with mates and dates and friends
That's what I do at weekends
I can't talk and I can't walk
But I know where I'm going to go
I'm going watch my money go
At the Locarno
When my feet go through the door
I know what my right arm is for
Buy a drink and pull a chair
Up to the edge of the dance floor
Bouncers bouncing through the night
Trying to stop or start a fight
I sit and watch the flashing lights
Moving legs in footless tights
I go out on Friday night
And I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night
And I come home on Saturday morning
I like to venture into town
I like to get a few drinks down
The floor gets packed the bar gets full
I don't like life when things get dull
The hen party have saved the night
And freed themselves from drunken stags
Having fun and dancing
In a circle round their leather bags
I go out on Friday night
And I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night
And I come home on Saturday morning
But two o'clock has come again
It's time to leave this paradise
Hope the chip shop isn't closed
Cos' their pies are really nice
I'll eat in the taxi queue
Standing in someone else's spew
Wish I had lipstick on my shirt
Instead of piss stains on my shoes
I go out on Friday night
And I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night
And I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night
And I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night
And I come home on Saturday morning
Freitag, September 22, 2006
Sonntag, September 17, 2006
Sonntag, September 10, 2006
Donnerstag, September 07, 2006
Sonntag, August 27, 2006
Datt hört nie nich auf!
Frisch aus dem Hackblog:
Ich: Schubiak.
Mann: Morschen. Sie, ich will mich beschweren!
Ich: Ach, das ist aber nicht gut für den Rücken!
Mann: Ich warte jetzt schon seit zwanzich Minute auf ihre Leute, auf Ihre Bauarbeiter da! Seit zwanzich Minute! Geben Sie mir Bescheid oder wie iss des?
Ich: Herrjeh, da hängen die wohl wieder besoffen am Kiosk rum… (hier tuts weitergehen tun)
Ich: Schubiak.
Mann: Morschen. Sie, ich will mich beschweren!
Ich: Ach, das ist aber nicht gut für den Rücken!
Mann: Ich warte jetzt schon seit zwanzich Minute auf ihre Leute, auf Ihre Bauarbeiter da! Seit zwanzich Minute! Geben Sie mir Bescheid oder wie iss des?
Ich: Herrjeh, da hängen die wohl wieder besoffen am Kiosk rum… (hier tuts weitergehen tun)
Mittwoch, August 23, 2006
Sonntag, August 20, 2006
Donnerstag, August 17, 2006
Mittwoch, August 16, 2006
Montag, August 14, 2006
The reason is there
You're alone in the pack
You're feeling like you want to go home
You're feeling unfinished but you keep on going
The reason is there
You'll be falling 'til your feet are gone
Because your living a hoax
Sell us what you suss
Draw your brain, a sick inspiration
Your pill illusion
And then you follow a transfer
If you don't know the game
Then you're still part of it
Because out on the streets
It's strange
Dodge the bullet or carry the gun
The choice is yours
Yeah! Yeah!
Look at the controller
A nazi with a social degree
A middle-class hero
Rapist with your eyes on me
You pay some masturbation
A priest cheers for the nuns you fuck
You'd wipe out spastics if you had the chance
But Jesus, Jesus
Jesus wouldn't like it, no
Jesus wouldn't like it, no

You're feeling like you want to go home
You're feeling unfinished but you keep on going
The reason is there
You'll be falling 'til your feet are gone
Because your living a hoax
Sell us what you suss
Draw your brain, a sick inspiration
Your pill illusion
And then you follow a transfer
If you don't know the game
Then you're still part of it
Because out on the streets
It's strange
Dodge the bullet or carry the gun
The choice is yours
Yeah! Yeah!
Look at the controller
A nazi with a social degree
A middle-class hero
Rapist with your eyes on me
You pay some masturbation
A priest cheers for the nuns you fuck
You'd wipe out spastics if you had the chance
But Jesus, Jesus
Jesus wouldn't like it, no
Jesus wouldn't like it, no
Sonntag, August 13, 2006
Freitag, August 11, 2006
Donnerstag, August 10, 2006
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