Daddy wants to wash you
Even if you just took a bath
I mean, that's completely normal on a Saturday evening
To spend time with your family
Wholesome family movies, daddy just wants what's best for you
You'll understand it when you get older
A hand on your knee, an A+ in Physics
Come, give me a hug, it's my phone that you feel
I'm so proud of you, my child, you're growning up so fast
Just one or two more years
Don't feel ashamed about our little secret
I just wanted to tickle you
These tears taste of salt
Mummy wouldn't believe you, it takes two to tango
You ask yourself for each step in the corridor:
What would Manny Marc do?
When all I can muster is your pity
And my sperm quality is too low for having a baby
Then it happens anyway, but it is mentally disabled
And you know that it's gonna stay a child forever (forever ever?)
And never become a lawyer or footballer
In the best case scenario, it can take the metro on its own
And at some point when we're getting wrinkles
While we're fighting you say to me: I wish I'd had an abortion
I'm falling asleep on the coach again
And from the bedroom I can hear that you're crying as well
You want a time out, 'cause no paradise can be that good
That it makes up for this crap
In your thoughts, you hear the happy people booing you out
And you ask yourself:
What would Manny Marc do?
I'd take you to the hullabaloo shag disco
Let's meet up
No problemo, forget everything
Hullabaloo shag disco, let's meet up
No problemo, forget everything
Hullabaloo, shag, shag, disco, disco, no problemo
Hullabaloo, shag, shag, disco, disco, no problemo
I have to wash daddy, even if he is 50
Mummy left us a long time ago, he's sitting there drinking
Back in the days, he was the one who taught me how to ride bike
Today, he is the one who doesn't notice that he just shat himself
I have to tidy him up, bring him in bed, I take a sad look at him,
he shouts:
"I did the same for you back then!"
I'm at the sink again, pouring out the bottle of Jägermeister
I start crying and so does he
But suddenly the look in his eyes changes, he flips out
"Sir, who are you? What're you doing in my house?"
Next morning he tells me that he's sorry for the past
He hugs me: "Son, you're all that I have left
If you were to leave me as well, then I'll tie a rope and step onto a chair."
And I ask myself:
What would Manny Marc do?
I lost daddy in the war, mummy and sissy I lost at sea
The trafficker had had enough of their thristy screams
I'd be the next, if I didn't stop howling
Since then, I never cry anymore, however I see him in my dreams
I share a bed with three strangers, I don't know exactly where I am
There are no soldiers here, but they still have to protect us
How am I supposed to learn your language, what I hear every day are the same exact words:
"Piss off to where you came from!"
"Maybe you're going back tomorrow", they tell me every day
And to me it seems like they'd rather want it to be today
Machetes or laws, one of them will kill me
And I ask myself:
What would Manny Marc do?
I'd take you to the hullabaloo shag disco
Let's meet up
No problemo, forget everything
Hullabaloo shag disco, let's meet up
No problemo, forget everything
Hullabaloo, shag, shag, disco, disco, no problemo
Hullabaloo, shag, shag, disco, disco, no problemo
That's what I'd do