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walking home from effeld - 1964
I thought it was a bit serious when
The politzei stuck me in their van
And god did he frighten me then
That armed German policeman.
I'd been sauntering through the woods
Back from a night at the chief's
When suddenly they grabbed and
Marched me off like a thief.
No the truth really is this van appears
Driving wildly through the trees
And suddenly there's all this gang
Running around past and near me
I though it was a game
Some German form of tag or catch
So I thought I'd join in as well.
Much better than just watch.
So I'm running and yelling with ‘em
Thinking what a jolly little lark
First time I'd played hide and seek
In the woods in the dark:
And then I was caught
And I saw his gun
Remember thinking -
Serious fun,
And I surrendered
Fast.
They let me go
At last.
Elli and the chief found out
It was a stolen vehicle on the run
Who'd just been all but caught
When I'd joined in the fun.
If I'd carried my I D card
Like a good little squaddie
I wouldn't have been treated
Like one of the baddies
The politzei couldn't understand
That all I could say
In my immaculate Deutch
Was - I'm an ashtray.
One of the police knew me
From the pub and, just my luck
For more than a month
That bloody name stuck.
When they used it I refused to hang my head
Just sat there all embarrassed, face bright red.
The politzei stuck me in their van
And god did he frighten me then
That armed German policeman.
I'd been sauntering through the woods
Back from a night at the chief's
When suddenly they grabbed and
Marched me off like a thief.
No the truth really is this van appears
Driving wildly through the trees
And suddenly there's all this gang
Running around past and near me
I though it was a game
Some German form of tag or catch
So I thought I'd join in as well.
Much better than just watch.
So I'm running and yelling with ‘em
Thinking what a jolly little lark
First time I'd played hide and seek
In the woods in the dark:
And then I was caught
And I saw his gun
Remember thinking -
Serious fun,
And I surrendered
Fast.
They let me go
At last.
Elli and the chief found out
It was a stolen vehicle on the run
Who'd just been all but caught
When I'd joined in the fun.
If I'd carried my I D card
Like a good little squaddie
I wouldn't have been treated
Like one of the baddies
The politzei couldn't understand
That all I could say
In my immaculate Deutch
Was - I'm an ashtray.
One of the police knew me
From the pub and, just my luck
For more than a month
That bloody name stuck.
When they used it I refused to hang my head
Just sat there all embarrassed, face bright red.
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walking home from effeld - 1964
walking home from effeld - 1964