Refrain:
Mimi does not go to bed without her thriller
never goes to bed
never goes to bed
never goes to bed
Without her thriller, Mimi does not do anything
and the lamplight is turned on all night long.
Each evening Mimi goes to the bedroom at nine thirty,
but never before she's gone to the bookshelf.
She doesn't grab no Goethe or Schiller from the shelf.
No, a hardcore thriller is what Mimi looks for.
(Refrain)
I want to sleep, but Mimi wants to read.
I want to sleep, but Mimi is yet on page 104
where the killer from Manhattan makes a cyanide soup
for the judge that imprisoned him in Chicago.
I have to experience that as well, because she reads the best bits aloud,
I lie trembling near her, and get goosebumps.
(Refrain)
I can't sleep, because Mimi must read
I won't even wait for the next corpse, so I creep out of bed,
of the room, of the house, and at the bar on the street,
because with a pair of drinks, my head is again clear.
I am a regular customer for the tender at the bar counter.
and there I remain, as long as the light in the house is still turned on.
(Refrain)
Mimi has the thrillers and Interpol, and I have the alcohol.
Mimi has the thrillers and Interpol, and I have the alcohol.
To yours!