I can feel you sweet song of summer Your music comforts my lonely reign I can hear you in evil darkness That empty feelings, I'm near you again I am
Ooh, he's a moody old man. Song of summer in his hand. Ooh, he's a moody old man. ...in...in...in his hand. ...in his hand. "Hmm." Ooh, ah, ooh,
Ooh, he's a moody old man. Song of summer in his hand. Ooh, he's a moody old man. ...in...in...in his hand. ...in his hand. "Hmm." Ooh, ah, ooh
In funf Minuten beginnt der Wellenbetrieb! Und hoffentlichseid ihr da bald weg mit euren Pommes vom Beckenrand! Es ist Sommer und die Madchen laufen