The starry sky would be my tent
My homeland would be the whole world
Brown-skinned women in multicolored skirts
Never long in the same spot
On a white beach I play flamenco
Or pull my way through the lands with dance clubs
Every night around the campfire
Every day an adventure
A Gypsy would I be
To be a Gypsy, that would be fine
Mysterious wise old women
Smoking and looking into my future
My bride, the one with the big earring
She was just a tinker's child
And she dances wild, just wild in the Pusstawind
A Gypsy I would be
To be a Gypsy, that would be fine
In the other world, I’d be living in the ghetto
Right behind the lower plaza, that would be really great
In the hotels, I hear “get out! Gypsies not allowed in here!”
They mean, Gypsies lie and steal
Shy of work, but quick with a knife
My parents were gassed in the concentration camp
Being a Gypsy was really nice.
But a Gypsy would I be
If I were a Gypsy…