Текст и перевод песни Kurt Ostbahn & Die Kombo - Host Recht

Host Recht

Host recht
Spü di nua
Weida deppat
Host recht
Moch eanan neichn
Teppich fleckat
Host recht
Tanz weida auf
Meine Nerven
De san eh nua
Mea zum Werfn
Host recht

Host recht
Moch im Hort
Jedn Tog in d'Hosn
Host recht
Renn wia a blinds
Hendl üba d'Strossn
Host recht
Vaschluck de
Lego-Staana
Oba trau di nocha
Rean und Wana
Host recht

Host recht
Drah de
Deppnmusi lauda
Host recht
Friß ohne Frogn
In frischn Gouda
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Schau olle Mentscha
Untat Kittln
Spü unta da Tuchent
Mit dein Schnidl
Host recht

Host recht
Geh statt in d'Schui
Hamlich in Proda
Host recht
Vasetz en Firmungs-Broda
Von dein Voda
Host recht
Moch weida so
Auf meine Kostn
Schau de jo ned um
Um an g'scheidn Postn
Host recht

Host recht
Hau a de nächste
Hockn daune
Host recht
Renn umadum
Wia a so a Makaroni
Host recht
Valia beim Stoss gegn
Deine Freind, de Krätzn
Und loss di fia d'Schuidn
Haun mit nosse Fetzn
Host recht

Host recht
Ziag z'samm mit
Dera nobln Trutschn
Host recht
Oba i kumm eich
Ned Kindahutschn
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Schiab ihra Bagasch
Ois schee hint eine
De is se zum Hackln z'schod
De Madam, de feine
Host recht

Host recht
Schenk ia no
A Gartnhäusl
Host recht
Und gib deina Mamsch
Afoch en Weisl
Host recht
Fliagts übas Weekend
Ruich auf Rom
Des is da Dank fia ois
Gö, des is da Lohn
Oba so is a
Mein Herr Sohn
Imma scho gwesn
Scho von Kleinauf
Kein Dankeschön
Kein liebes Wort
Imma nua de
Hand aufhoidn
Mama i brauch des
Mama i wü des
Und de Mama is scho g'rennt
Und wos is da Lohn, bitte
Wos is de Ernte im Alter

You're Right

You're right
Just stink yourself up
You idiot
You're right
Make a new one
Stain the carpet
You're right
Keep dancing on
My nerves
They're only good
For throwing
You're right

You're right
Do it in the yard
Every day in your pants
You're right
Run like a blind
Chicken across the street
You're right
Swallow the
Lego blocks
But don't you dare then
Cry and whine
You're right

You're right
Turn up that
Moronic music
You're right
Eat without asking
In fresh Gouda
You're right
Look at all the people
Under their armpits
Play under the blanket
With your little thing
You're right

You're right
Go to the movies instead of school
Sneak into the store
You're right
Pawn your confirmation suit
From your father
You're right
Keep doing that way
At my expense
Don't bother looking around
For a decent job
You're right

You're right
Knock over the next one
Sit down
You're right
Run around
Like a macaroni
You're right
Go into debt
Your friends, the scumbags
And let them hit you
With wet rags
You're right

You're right
Move in with
That noble bimbo
You're right
But I won't give you any
Child support
You're right
Shove her things
All the way in
She's too fat to walk
The fine lady
You're right

You're right
Give her a
Little house
You're right
And give your mom
A little tune
You're right
Fly off for the weekend
To Rome
That's the thanks for everything
Oh, that's the reward
But that's how it is
My dear son
It's always been that way
Since childhood
No thank you
No kind word
Always just the
Hand held out
Mom, I need this
Mom, I want this
And mom ran off
And what's the reward, please
What's the harvest in old age