Tante Emma

In the shopping center and discount
I'm always in a bad mood
In the endlessly large supermarket
I'm about to have a heart attack

The shelves are full
I don't know what to take, ohohoh
Buying becomes torture
I only go to the corner shop

In the corner shop
On the corner opposite
When the doorbell rings
Is this almost nostalgia

I am alone in the supermarket
Nobody helps me search
I push the cart back and forth
And look at what the other guy buys
Then I stand in line to pay
Well, that's unbelievable ohohoh
I know where I am still a customer
I'm going to Aunt Emma's

In the corner shop
On the corner opposite
When the doorbell rings
Is that almost melody

(Aunt Emma Aunt Emma Aunt Emma Aunt Emma ohoh)

At Aunt Emma's it's private
It is not a vending machine
She says if I can't pay
What does it matter
Then I write to

When Aunt Emma is no longer there
And a discounter eats the store ohohoh
I sit on the sidewalk
And go on hunger strike

In the corner shop
On the corner opposite
When the doorbell rings
Is this almost poetry

(Aunt Emma Aunt Emma Aunt Emma Aunt Emma oh, oh)