It comes the time that you finally stand up
and the common sense with you stops for a bite to eat
Or should it keep going eternally,
that you never will grow up?
For whom do you actually live,
if one courteously might ask you?
From where do you take the rule,
that you can admit everything?
Listen to me, I'm talking to you!
Look at me, turn your head to me!
As long as you stretch your legs under my table,
I am the law.
There is no fully-paid hotel here,
no breakfast comes to you in bed.
If you think you can always just take,
without needing to give anything,
then you have very heavily decieved yourself
and sometimes you will also be sorry for this
Listen to me, I'm talking to you!
Look at me, turn your head to me!
You are just a good-for-nothing
who lives off our expenses
You are just a dawdler,
a happiness pirate on a deceptive road.
When I see your friends,
I get too much every time
Who can never properlly greet me,
who I would like to never see.
You never need to talk back,
Your boldness is written across your face
If it were not for your mother,
I would not be interessted in you