Mister Joseph knows everything has come to an end,
he stands up and smile, He doesn’t care anymore.
Mister Joseph lives far away in an country,
where there is one empty train,
Only one that climbs the hills and dies.
Mister Joseph knows the tac tac tac
He knows women love it at night,
the railway is an aphrodisiac
These politicians don’t know about that
So the train dies, and loads will soon travel by the road
Mister Joseph’s country lies high,
Far old calendar, angels with plates, war,
rains meet the desert, kings all dead by now,
but their fierce daughters are sweet as no where else,
they love wagoning, hit the snow pile,
Mister Joseph knows, he knows I am angry now.
I will soon crash to the presidential palace
All These morons got to know
The country will loose a part of infinity
They got to know that, dam !
yankees have come to train in the desert,
colour of floods has turned from blue-brown to green
“happy happy” says the politicians, “people is happy”
and the kings’ daughter will soon marry,
Mister Joseph knows, they want to leave their sacred land
Off chance ! He would have prefer soldiers from France.
Everybody knows Mister Joseph around,
He used to be the chief station
And he can quote Rambo by heart,
Both the fighter and the poet, don’t mess with him,
His spirit is fast and his words are sharp.
Will I ever see him again … Who knows, who knows ?
I hear the whistle, “wene wene”, I‘ve got to go now…
Order a barking playful sandwich,
and cross the land again, hit her unknown alphabet
Try to get her name ! “Wene wene”, she says to me
There is a chicken on my knee.