Der Kommissar (Part II)

Two three four
One two three
Well it doesn't matter
Well when I tell you the story
None the less
I'm quite used to it
It won't be running in TV-Funk (magazine).

Yes she was young
Her heart so pure and white
And every night has its price.

She says: "Sugar Sweet
Ya got me rappin' to the heat!"
I understand she's hot
She says: "Baby you know
I miss my funky friends"
She means Jack and Joe and Jill.

My understanding of funk
Yeah it'll do in a crunch
I understand what she wants now.

I think it over
Her nose does the talking
While I continue to smoke
She knows the 'Special Places' very well
I think she takes the metro too.

There they're singing:
"Don't turn around look look
The Kommissar is out and about!
He'll keep his eye on you
And you know why
Your zest for life will kill you."

All right Mr. Commissioner?
Hey man wanna buy some stuff man?
Did you ever rap that thing Jack?
So rap it to the beat!
We meet Jill and Joe
And his bother hip
And also the rest of the cool Gang
They rap to they rap fro
In between they scrape it off the walls.

This case is clear
Dear Mr. Commissioner
Even if you have a different opinion:
The snow on which we all
Ski downhill
Every child knows.

Now the nursery rhyme:
"Don't turn around look look
The Kommissar is out and about!
He has the power and we're little and dumb
This frustration makes us mum."

"Don't turn around look look
The Kommissar is out and about!
When he talks to you
And you know why
Tell him:
'Your life is killing you.'"