Saturday is shopping day and I drive my car but there’s no place to park it,
No respect for supermen in the supermarket.
I guess there must be trouble but I’ve not been alerted;
Looking round the store, it was all deserted
And I’m stranded here with my empty basket,
So full of questions but nowhere to ask it.

Chorus:
By the one way out, strange voice shouts,
“Don’t let that good man out!”
“Have a wonderful day in our one-way world,
One way, one day;
Have a wonderful day in our one-way world,
One way, one day;
One-way man, one-way mind, get along with mankind.”

There’s an old man on the floor so I summon my charm,
I say, “Hey scumbag, has there been an alarm?”
He says “Yeah, I been selling off eternal youth,
They all got afraid, ‘cos I’m the living proof.
My name is Einstein, do you know time is a curve?”
I said, “Stop, old man! You’ve got a nerve,
‘cos there’s only one rule that I observe:
Time is money, and money I serve.”

Chorus

Hans plays with Lotte, Lotte plays with Jane
Jane plays with Willi, Willi is happy again
Suki plays with Leo, Sacha plays with Britt
Adolf builts a bonfire, Enrico plays with it
-Whistling tunes we hid in the dunes by the seaside
-Whistling tunes we’re kissing baboons in the jungle
It’s a knockout
If looks could kill, they probably will
In games without frontiers-war without tears
Games without frontiers-war without tears

Jeux sans frontieres

Andre has a red flag, Chiang Ching’s is blue
They all have hills to fly them on except for Lin Tai Yu
Dressing up in costumes, playing silly games
Hiding out in tree-tops shouting out rude names
-Whistling tunes we hide in the dunes by the seaside
-Whistling tunes we piss on the goons in the jungle
It’s a knockout
If looks could kill they probably will
In games without frontiers-wars without tears
If looks could kill they probably will
In games without frontiers-war without tears
Games without frontiers-war without tears

Jeux sans frontieres

D.I.Y., D.I.Y., D.I.Y., D.I.Y.
Don’t tell me what I will do, ‘cos I won’t.
Don’t tell me to believe in you, ‘cos I don’t.
Be on your guard, better hostile and hard, don’t risk affection;
Like flesh to the bone in the no-go zone,
You’re still looking for the Resurrection.
Come up to me with your “What did you say?”
And I’ll tell you, straight in the eye:

D.I.Y., D.I.Y., (etc.)

Everyone wants to be what he not, what he not.
Nobody happy with what he got, what he got.
You function like a dummy with a new ventriloquist,
Do you say nothing yourself?
Hanging like a thriller on the final twist,
Is it true you’re getting stuck on the shelf?
Come up to me with your “What did you say?”
And I’ll tell you, straight in the eye:

D.I.Y., D.I.Y., (etc.)

When things get so big, I don’t trust them at all,
You want some control, you’ve got to keep it small.

D.I.Y., D.I.Y., (etc.)
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