And when the fridge was empty
We thought up something to eat
Vacation in a sleeping bag, not in down feathers
And for the first time on our own four wheels
I think now you'll totally agree with me
On Sundays everyone went into the garden
Instead of phones there were postcards
You always knew somebody who was really rich
The big wide world seemed unreachable
On TV it didn't look real or true
There was still that hot math teacher
That weren't clear for the future
When the parents weren't there
We boozed through many nights
We enjoyed and wasted time
And then the tide turned again
The world was suddenly full of colorful things
And everybody wanted to hear us sing
The favorite bird was the Wall woodpecker
Maybe this song isn't interesting
And surely not politically relevant
Probably there's somebody who heard it
And got annoyed by a couple small lines
It hasn't got the level of Bertolt Brecht
But not everything was bad