Schnucki-Putzi
Udo Jürgens
Sweetie Puzzy
He was the king in the street
And rode on a fire-stool
He went in leather and rivets
He was also incredibly cool
He had fists like iron
And said shit in every sentence
The rockers in front of the snack bar
Respectfully made way for him
Just not his mommy
No, not his mommy
She had no respect
Because she called him Schnucki Putzi
And asked tenderly
Do you have your warm underpants on
You know now the cold season is coming
There is a fuzzie in every hero
Sweetie Sweetie Putzi
He was a statesman without scruples
A man who walked over dead bodies
His picture hung on all the walls
The crowd applauded him
Who told jokes about him
He was brought to court
Before his military parades
The whole world trembled
Just not his mommy
No, not his mommy
She had no respect
Because she called him Schnucki Putzi
And asked tenderly
Do you have your warm underpants on
You know now the cold season is coming
There is a fuzzie in every hero
Sweetie Sweetie Putzi
Sweetie Puzzy
Sweetie Puzzy
Sweetie Puzzy
Sweetie Puzzy
The superstar school principal
The judge and the president
The oil magnate of the tax inspectors
Imagine her in a shirt
She was also called Schnucki Putzi
And asked tenderly
Do you have your warm underpants on
You know now the cold season is coming
There is a fuzzie in every hero
Sweetie Sweetie Putzi
