Standing in the garden With a pistol in his hand Looking at the landlord While he jumps over the fence How could it be Shooting at a man? Get rid of the body A life sentence or will he go free?
Upstairs in the attic With a rope around his neck Climbing on a chair He doesn't really care Love is a gas But life is a mess When nothing is left You just lose all interest
But with the attention span Of a butter! y Noone really knows What's going on in his mind
Stranded in the jungle With a beret on his head Charly lost his glasses He lost them in the sand How will it be If he meets the enemy Guess he'll have to run Cos there's not A damn thing he can see
But with the attention span Of a butter! y Noone really knows What's going on in his mind The sandstorm and The sun burning his eyes He'll go blind but will never Make up his mind