"Wat
willste
weede,
Jung,
ne
Rock′n
Roll-Star?"
Pass
op,
hühr
joot
zo,
do
ess
nix
dobei:
Als
eeztes
käufste
dir'n
Elektojittar
un
übs
Akkorde
dodrop,
saare
mer
mindestens
drei
un
schon
jeht
et
aff,
alles
läuf
noh
Plan,
bahl
ess
et
jeschaff.
Kauf
dir
en
Bozz,
die
dir
en
Nummer
zo
eng,
ein,
wo
ding
Mamm
drövver
schängk,
weil
en
wigge
nix
bringk.
Dann
checkste
aff,
wo
nahx
die
Manager
sinn,
wo
die
sinn,
ess
de
Scene,
do
jehürhste
och
jetz
hin.
Un
ding
eezte
Plaat,
die
land
wie
jeplant
huh
en
der
Hitparad′.
Ejal
op
schwazz,
ob
blond,
ob
fussije
Hoor,
die
Wiewer
laufen
dir
noh
...
vun
jetz
aff,
völlig
kloor!
Weil:
Op
dich
hann
se
wirklich
all
jewaad.
Hätt
mer't
nit
wunderbar
als
Rock'n
Roll-Star?
"What
do
you
want
to
be,
boy,
a
Rock′n
Roll
Star?"
Listen
well,
pay
attention,
there's
nothing
to
it:
First
you
buy
yourself
an
electric
guitar
and
practice
chords,
three
at
least
and
it's
off
you
go,
everything
goes
according
to
plan,
soon
you've
made
it.
Buy
yourself
some
trousers,
a
size
too
tight,
ones
that
your
mom
shakes
her
head
at,
because
a
wig
won't
do.
Then
you
check
out
where
the
managers
are,
where
they
are,
that's
the
scene,
that's
where
you
belong
now
too.
And
your
first
record,
it
lands
as
planned
at
the
top
of
the
charts.
No
matter
if
black,
blond
or
red
hair,
the
women
will
run
after
you
...
from
now
on,
absolutely
clear!
Because:
They've
all
really
been
waiting
for
you.
Isn't
it
wonderful
to
be
a
Rock'n
Roll
Star?