| In the Hamburg night I’m walking at a time |
| When just the strange ones are awake |
| I take a cab to the street where the action is |
| The one they warned me about |
| An important DJ from Berlin speaks and orders drinks |
| She drinks and talks and talks until she walks away |
| No surprise I had to pay |
| Someone calls me cutie, someone pulls my arm |
| It’s a transvestite two meters tall |
| He pulls so hard I fall now he can take what he wants |
| But someone screaming makes him change his mind |
| It’s a Spanish speaking prostitute |
| Thats shouts at me you’re cute |
| So are you dear prostitute, we’re quite the same |
| But the difference is that I give myself away for free today |
| I haven’t had enough sp I enter this rough |
| Punkrock place againg |
| I paint pizzerie walls, I decorate, she says |
| I feel our connection so does her boyfriend |
| The supermale bartender |
| The bartender tells me ugly mords in German |
| Still I understand |
| I decide this to be the right time, I tie me shoes and leave |
| The stars might be all clear elsewhere |
| But I need their guidance now |
| At the step og the door that I thin is right |
| I spend the rest om this Hamburg night |