The other day I was back in America
And there I met a gentleman from the Mafia
He invited me to a macaroni restaurant
And I thought: OK, if I go with him
Maybe the whole thing will be interesting
He says: My name is Jonny Controlletti
Good morning, sir
A quick signal
And a black Limousine drove up
And later we sat in the Chicago bar
And after every glass of Chianti
He shouted: Hello waiter, let's reload
And hurry up!
And then he grabs the glass, the full one
And says: Everything is under control
He was wearing a striped suit
And spats like Al Capone
And the bulge in his jacket
That came from the gun
Then he wanted to know
How things are
With show business in Germany
And especially with my career
I say: I'm doing a thing
With the hellishly hot Panic band
And Jonny Controlletti
Took over the management immediately
He says: Yes, yes, sir
We'll do it perfectly and quickly
The guys from the syndicate
are tremendously professional
And so we sat there in the Chicago bar
And he says: Everything's OK, my dear
I'll make you a superstar overnight
You and your catastrophe orchestra
And then he hands me the glass, the full one
And says: Everything is under control