Wild Life
(by Heinz Muller)
He was born when good luck felt on earth.
Got of God his wild life,
Forced up his nurse's sphere of activity.
He lazed his life to oversleep it.
Four hours sleep are enough.
He does not waste more than a sixth of his life.
He lives a wild life without a rest.
He lives a wild life without a rest.
He speeds from heaven to hell and back
To miss no second of his life.
He wore out lots of teachers at school.
No one could follow his
Superhuman urge for action.
He lives a wild life without a rest.
He lives a wild life without a rest.
He speeds from heaven to hell and back
To miss no second of his life.
He loves only jet-powered machines.
Don't be frightened on the street.
When a jet-car comes, it's him who passes all.
He lives a wild life without a rest.
He lives a wild life without a rest.
He speeds from heaven to hell and back
To miss no second of his life.
He lives a wild life without a rest.
He lives a wild life without a rest.
He speeds from heaven to hell and back
To miss no second of his life.