German lyrics

being the German kid in the 20's in Los Angeles

was difficult.

there was much anti-German feeling then,

a carry-over from World War 1.

gangs of kids chased me through the neighborhood

yelling, 'Hieneie! Hieneie! Hienie!'

they never caught me.

I was like a cat.

I knew all the paths through brush and alleys.

I scaled 6-foot back fences in a flash and was off through

backyards and around blocks

and onto garage roofs and other hiding places.

then too, they didn't really want to catch me.

they were afraid I might bayonet them

or gouge out their eyes.

this went on for about 18 months

then all of a sudden it seemed to stop.

I was more or less accepted(but never really)

which was all right with me.

those sons-of-bitches were Americans,

they and their parents had been born here.

they had names like Jones and Sullivan and

Baker.

they were pale and often fat with runny

noses and big belt buckles.

I decided never to become an American.

my hero was Baron Manfred von Richthofen

the German air ace;

he'd shot down 80 of their best

and there was nothing they could do about

that now.

their parents didn't like my parents

(I didn't either) and

I decided when I got big I'd go live in some place

like Iceland,

never open my door to anybody and live on my

luck, live with a beautiful wife and a bunch of wild

animals:

which is, more or less, what

happened