Nothing I'd rather do
Nothing I'd rather, nothing
Nothing I'd rather do
Nothing I'd rather, nothing
You cast the rod
Again and again
I stand with you on the land and hold your hand
Because there's nothing I'd rather do
And if the card moves
Something shakes my body
Of course I feel happy for you
Because there's nothing I'd rather do
Nothing I'd rather do
Nothing I'd rather do
I play the telephone game with you
But this game knows no winner
I sweat and freeze, but how can I
Infect you with my fever
Nothing I'd rather do
Nothing I'd rather do
Nothing I'd rather do
Nothing I'd rather, nothing
Nothing I'd rather do
Nothing I'd rather, nothing
As the most beautiful peacock of the herd
You clean your feathering daily
I help you doing it
Because there's nothing I'd rather do
You puff yourself up, they back off shy
The looks cast to the ground
I'd like to do that as well but I don't dare
But there's nothing I'd rather do