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Schötzefess - Live

So, mer sin stolz euch unseren aller
Aber wirklich allerletzten in diesem Jahrtausend amtierenden Schützenkönig
Hier und heute live in der nächsten Stunde vorführen zu können
Er müsste jetzt hier irgendwo aus den Rängen aus der Tribüne kommen
Da kommt er: Peter, der erste! Empfangt ihn triumpfahl!
(Eine, zwei, 17 un 4)

De Stroß is jefääch un et Wedder nit schlääch
Jirlande un Fähncher schmöcken d'r Wäch
Am Schötzeplatz steiht och et Zelt schon parat
Et jrößte un schönste, et wood nit jespart
D'r Schötzezoch stellt sich am Spritzehuus op
D'r Hoot fass om Kopp un de Botz schön salopp, ja!

Hundertfuffzich Mann un en Fahn vürrendran
Un de Musik fängk mem Schneewalzer an
En ener Kutsch mit zwei Pääd
Sitz d'r Künning drin un säät
"Zwo, drei, Scheeße macht uns frei!"
Jrön jrön jrön steiht d'r Schötzejunge schön
Jrön jrön jrön steiht d'r Schötzejunge schön

Am Kriejerjedenkmal weed Halt jemaat
Un d'r Adjutant hät en Jedenkreed parat
Hä nemmp singen Hoot av un sät wat hä denk
Et Leben is schwer un mer kritt nix jeschenk (stimmp?)
D'r Zapfenstreich lös jetz dat Trauerspill op
Un jeschlosse marschier mer zum Schötzeplatz rop (jawoll)

Hundertfuffzich Mann un en Fahn vürrendran
Un de Musik fängk mem Schneewalzer an
En ener Kutsch mit zwei Pääd
Sitz d'r Künning drin un säät
"Piff, puff, paff, d'r Vogel muß eraff!"
Jrön jrön jrön steiht d'r Schötzejunge schön
Jrön jrön jrön steiht d'r Schötzejunge schön

Em Fesszelt, do hält dann der Künning en Red
Sing Frau sät noch flöck: "Heinz, nu mach bloß nix verkeet!"
Am Schluß vun dä Red, do steiht et janze Zelt op
Et Bier kütt eran un de Sekbar määt op! (Jott sei dank!)

Hundertfuffzich Mann un en Fahn vürrendran
Un de Musik fängk mem Schneewalzer an
En ener Kutsch mit zwei Pääd
Sitz d'r Künning drin un säät
"Drei, vier, jetz jeiht et an et Bier!"
Jrön jrön jrön steiht d'r Schötzejunge schön

Hundertfuffzich Mann un en Fahn vürrendran
Un de Musik fängk mem Schneewalzer an
En ener Kutsch mit zwei Pääd
Sitz d'r Künning drin un säät
"Radetzki wor ne jute Mann... drissejal!"
Jrön jrön jrön steiht d'r Schötzejunge schön
Jrön jrön jrön steiht d'r Schötzejunge schön (zack zack)

Shooting Festival - Live

So, we're proud to present to you our very own,
And I mean our very last reigning Shooting King of this millennium,
Here and now, live in the next hour.
He should be coming out of the ranks, out of the stands, somewhere around here.
There he comes: Peter, the first! Give him a triumphant welcome!
(One, two, 17 and 4)

The street is swept clean and the weather's not bad,
Garlands and flags adorn the way.
The tent is already set up at the shooting range,
The biggest and most beautiful one, they spared no expense.
The shooting club gathers at the fire station,
Hats on their heads and their uniforms neat, yeah!

One hundred and fifty men and a flag out front,
And the band starts playing the "Schneewalzer" (Snow Waltz).
In a carriage with two horses,
Sits the King and says,
"Two, three, shooting sets us free!"
Green, green, green, the young shooter stands so fine,
Green, green, green, the young shooter stands so fine.

We halt at the war memorial,
And the adjutant has a memorial speech ready.
He takes off his hat and says what he thinks,
Life is hard and we get nothing for free (right?).
The tattoo now opens the tragedy,
And we march in formation up to the shooting range (yes indeed).

One hundred and fifty men and a flag out front,
And the band starts playing the "Schneewalzer" (Snow Waltz).
In a carriage with two horses,
Sits the King and says,
"Piff, puff, paff, the bird must come down!"
Green, green, green, the young shooter stands so fine,
Green, green, green, the young shooter stands so fine.

In the festival tent, the King then gives a speech,
His wife quickly adds: "Heinz, just don't mess up!"
At the end of the speech, the whole tent stands up,
The beer is brought in and the champagne bar opens! (Thank God!)

One hundred and fifty men and a flag out front,
And the band starts playing the "Schneewalzer" (Snow Waltz).
In a carriage with two horses,
Sits the King and says,
"Three, four, now it's time for beer!"
Green, green, green, the young shooter stands so fine.

One hundred and fifty men and a flag out front,
And the band starts playing the "Schneewalzer" (Snow Waltz).
In a carriage with two horses,
Sits the King and says,
"Radetzky was a good man... bottoms up!"
Green, green, green, the young shooter stands so fine,
Green, green, green, the young shooter stands so fine (hurry, hurry).