It is Saturday evening and things are bad.
I'm seeking for the female sex.
On weekends you got bad luck in large cities:
Too many hunters are the bunnies' death.
There's only one chance left:
Get into the car and go to the province.
With my noble plough I glow on the autostrada,
just one step on the gas and I'm already there-there.
I enter full of elane the dancing saloon,
enwrapped in a cloud of pitralone.
Because it is very unpopular at the girls,
when you smell like a skunk.
Chorus:
I am the fairy tale prince,
ma-ma-ma fairy tale prince
ma-ma-ma-ma-ma, I am the fairy tale prince.
I am the fairy tale prince,
ma-ma-ma fairy tale prince
In the province I am the fairy tale prince.
Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma, oo-hoo, aa-haa,
at the birdie dance I'm the number one.
There in the disco hut the groove nobility reigns,
and the landlord swings his slim leg.
But the girls from the prairie are a pleasure for the eyes
and I ask a princess: "Well, how about the both
of us?"
That costs me five tequila.
I'm gonna pay, and the Ludmilla is gone.
Then I go quickly to Trixie and ask: "Let's drink just
a Whixie?"
But unfortunately Norbert is busy with Trixie.
Also at Babsi, at Zenzi and at Greta,
I don't get a meter and it becomes later and later.
There's just left Dorli!
I go up to her and whisper tenderly into her ear:
Chorus:
I am the fairy tale prince,
ma-ma-ma fairy tale prince
ma-ma-ma-ma-ma, I am the fairy tale prince.
I am the fairy tale prince,
ma-ma-ma fairy tale prince
In the province I am the fairy tale prince.
Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma, oo-hoo, aa-haa,
at the birdie dance I'm the number one.
And the biddy replies: "Don't you see, I'm dancing?
And you got no chance against my Joschi!"
So I say to Joschi: "Junker of the province!
In this disco bunker, it's me the fairy tale prince!"
Then that Joschi slaps me
upon my large-city gob.
I leave that disco, for Joschi is a killer!
Such a rude mucker, you should arrest him.
I start my bolide, and I hear the order:
"Get me your papers, and blow, very quickly!"
Where do we get there?
Mr. Inspector, who do you think, I am?
Chorus:
I am the fairy tale prince,
ma-ma-ma fairy tale prince
ma-ma-ma-ma-ma, I am the fairy tale prince.
I am the fairy tale prince,
ma-ma-ma fairy tale prince
In the province I am the fairy tale prince.
The sheriff says: "I regret!
Your promillence, that costs you 15 blues!"
I am the fairy tale prince,
ma-ma-ma fairy tale prince
ma-ma-ma-ma-ma, I am the fairy tale prince.
I am the fairy tale prince,
ma-ma-ma fairy tale prince
In the province I am the fairy tale prince.
Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma, oo-hoo, aa-haa,
at the birdie dance I'm the number one.
I am the fairy tale prince,
ma-ma-ma fairy tale prince
ma-ma-ma-ma-ma, I am the fairy tale prince.