Zigge-zagge Hoi, Hoi, Hoi

On Sunday I go into town
There's the best beer
At the Postvirt, which is still open
Until early in the morning at four
And sometimes a policeman comes
Yes, yes, that happens sometimes
He tells us then that it's closing time
Then we sing in chorus

Refrain: (hey)
Zigge-zagge, zigge-zagge hoi, hoi, hoi
Glasses in hand (two, three, four)
Zigge-zagge, zigge-zagge hoi, hoi, hoi (hey)
And then we clink them together
Zigge-zagge, zigge-zagge hoi, hoi, hoi
And then we drink it up
Zigge-zagge, zigge-zagge hoi, hoi, hoi
We're not going home yet

Yes, today it's nice again
The place here is full
And no one wants to go home
The atmosphere here is great
And my old lady looks grumpy
And shouts: 'now listen, stop!'
I let my old lady be old lady
And then I really hit it

Refrain: (hey)