I bathe in joy, I live in Butterkilo
In a small box, in an apartment where
You can sleep and bathe, I'm very proud of it
Both (of the two) square meters are clean
No parasites like it here
The parquet is shining, plenty of food in the supermarket
You criticize the suburbs
You say "You don't know your ne-ne-ne-neighbors"
Although I hear their troubles
Through the wall day and night
There are the daft handymen
And the brave wives washing their husband's underwear
You look out of the window
I suppose this place is cool?
I don't know of anything better
At least according to the mayor,
This is close to heaven
You say: it's a long way to the city
Not even br-br-br-brats like it here
You have a deep concern for us
But the suburbs have one good side
Here you start to learn
To love the box that's waiting for all of us
Earthly possessions aren't weighting on our mind
If there's no shortage of it
If you have the cash for it
But a house with state-subsidized loan
Isn't always that spacious
Earthly possessions aren't weighting on our mind
If there's no shortage of it
If you have the cash for it
But a house with state-subsidized loan
Isn't always that spacious