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Robert
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OMFG I cant believe I found this video, I was singing it the other day in the car and remembered the video was funnier then shit because the guy thought he was the shit dancing around running from the "commissioner" (the cops) I had to post this because it is so fricken stupid its funny. BTW its in German and broken english so the translation is below for your reading and listening pleasure. Enjoy
And no this is not a Saturday Night Live skit... it was the real video for the song...
And yeah obviously it is about cocaine...Little known trivia about the song... It was the only German language song to ever hit #1 in the US and one year later Laura Branigan released a version of the song called Deep In the Dark, which had very little to do with the original lyrics. That song tanked. Later on Falco returned to the charts with another German song... Rock Me Amadeus.
Translated:
Check it out Joe
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
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.”
Alles klar, Herr Kommissar?
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.'”
