Golden Earring - Cruisin' Southern Germany lyrics

Pick pocket with a red coat on

Dishy dashing through a squirrel-farm

Police cats, high heeled hat

Pointing out just where it's at

And I close my eyes to see, reality

Mickey Mouse on the hillside flees

When I brush his garden with my knees

It's an oxtails symphony

Topped off with greasy macaroni

And it all seems so familiar to me

Cruisin' Southern Germany

When you get a little homesick

I miss you girl and your TV

Pump down some of that old gold comfort

Cruisin' real nice and easy

Cruisin' real nice and easy

Southern Germany

Jesus Christ's looking down on the valley

Wondering why they left him lonely

Das Gasthaus and the one Mark free

Goulash in high degree

It all seems so familiar to me

On top of Southern Germany