Glasjar ft. Parkwaechter Harlekin Lyrics

Clink jam jars cute like a Quokka

You call it football we call it soccer

No props but I'm proper

Don't thank god but I'm thankful for poppa

My grandad loved me dead to this world shit hurts like a rugby tackle

Mostly I babble like Abraham Simpson

Not breaking bones but I'm wishing

Fishing for a brand new something

Sick of these blues like a blood now I'm dusting

Call me Hoffman I'm often off and on again honestly I need a friend

I'm a work in progress might change soon but that's probably a long stretch

Just like yoga need to break a sweat but I'd rather eat a doughnut

Made a boo boo like yogi

Now I'm on a chew chew riding like a pony

Genuine shit I'm a thinker

Love to have a smoke but I'm definitely not a drinker

Thanks to my alcoholic father

Taught me to write my own script for this drama

I'm an actor just like you

Stuck in this screen I could scream but what would this do

Clink jam jars, emerge like Ziesel in Stammersdorf

He drives the mining train I ride on the Wiesel

From Baden through Liesing to Margareten to Chrisi

Because easy with the ex

I greet the lost

Pour the obligatory puddles from the bottles onto the pavement

It splashes and ripples

I am certainly respectable even if I have no respect

It hurts like a spike against the shin

I make a fuss like Mundl and sometimes get shitfaced drunk like Mundl

And occasionally I smoke like Blahovec

Off to the next garden party

No I'd rather be alone at home day in and day out bent over a manifesto

First I eye my insides get fat and sigh

Steal your picnic like Yogi Bear

No more catastrophes please the verses are increasing

But the strength is fading

Parkwaechter Harlekin and Thorts

In many places Vienna and there

Beats pierced word for word again

Do a lot never exercise