Pick pocket with a red coat on
Dishy dashing through a squirrel-farm
Police cats, high heeled hat

Pointing out just where it's at
And I close my eyes to see, reality


Mickey Mouse on the hillside flees
When I brush his garden with my knees
It's an oxtails symphony

Topped off with greasy macaroni
And it all seems so familiar to me
Cruisin' Southern Germany


When you get a little homesick
I miss you girl and your TV

Pump down some of that old gold comfort
Cruisin' real nice and easy
Cruisin' real nice and easy

Southern Germany

Jesus Christ's looking down on the valley

Wondering why they left him lonely
Das Gasthaus and the one Mark free
Goulash in high degree

It all seems so familiar to me
On top of Southern Germany