In the Golden Glove
There he met her
He introduced himself politely
And drank schnapps with her
At his home
She excited him a lot
There he strangled her to death
And sawed her through
Honka Honka just watch out
What have you hidden there in your attics space
There, old women sawn apart and filleted lie
What else were you supposed to do, they made a fuss
Mister Honka was strolling there it burned at his house
So the firefighters broke down his home
And instantly noticed that something was wrong
As everything full of corpses was revealed
Honka Honka just watch out
What have you hidden there in your attics space
There, old women sawn apart and filleted lie
What else were you supposed to do, they made a fuss
St. Paulis breath stumbles
Who kills the prostitutes
Locks them at late hour
Into a trap
It's the little Honka
Of slender shape
He takes what he wants
If necessary even with violence
Miss Roblick
Miss Breuer
Miss Beuschel
Miss Schult
Honka Honka just watch out
Honka Honka
What have you hidden there in your attics space
Honka Honka
There, old women sawn apart and filleted lie
Honka Honka
What else were you supposed to do, they made a fuss
Honka Honka
What are they so pretty and what smell they so good
At early morning hours mister Honka collects the courage
He wants a bit of warmth in his trusted home
Who can blame him, he is so often alone
Honka Honka just watch out
Honka Honka
What have you hidden there in your attics space
Honka Honka
There, old women sawn apart and filleted lie
Honka Honka
What else were you supposed to do, they made a fuss
Honka Honka
Honka Honka just watch out
Honka Honka
What have you hidden there in your attics space
Honka Honka
There, old women sawn apart and filleted lie
Honka Honka
What else were you supposed to do, they made a fuss
Honka Honka
Honka Honka