Cifras
Der Wein Von Mykonos

C                                                                    G  
Im letzten Sommer flog der Franz
                                                                          C  
nach Griechenland mit einem Kranz
                                                                        Dm  
geselchter Würste, die zur Stell'
                                                        G  
falls das Essen kulturell
                                          C  
andersartig im Hotel
C                                                            G  
Die alten Säulen und Museen
                                                                C  
die hat er leider nie geseh'n
                                                                                Dm  
denn ein Wirt, der bracht ihm bei,
                                                  G  
dass ein Ouzo usus sei
                                                                          C  
und Flaschenweine zwei bis drei
                                                             G  
Es war der Wein von Mykonos
                                                     F         C  
den er sich in die Rübe goss.
                                                          G  
es war der Wein von Mykonos
                                                                          F              C  
der ihm in sein Gedächtnis Lücken schoss,
                                                                     F  
es macht der Wein von Mykonos,
                                                                        G  
wenn man zuviel von ihm genoss
                                                          C  
aus Adlern einen Albatros
C                                                    G  
AmAbend  
                                                                     C  
verlor der Franz die Contenance,
                                                          G  
er nahm Amphoren aus Byzanz,
                                                                        D  
die wertvoll und bis dato ganz,
                                                                     Dm  
er warf sie mit trunk'ner Hand
                                                                  G  
statt der Teller an die Wand
                                                                          C  
doch dieser Brauch war unbekannt
                                                             G  
Es war der Wein von Mykonos
                                                     F         C  
den er sich in die Rübe goss.
                                                          G  
es war der Wein von Mykonos
                                                                          F              C  
der ihm in sein Gedächtnis Lücken schoss,
                                                                     F  
Bis er am Klo sich wiederfand
                                                                  G  
vor einer weiÃ?en Fliesenwand
                                                     C  
irgendwo in Griechenland.
Dm  
Retsina und Ouzo,
der Franz war niemals zu so.
             C  
Ihr Götter des Olymp,
             G  
was ist das für ein Glümp,
                                C  
das gleich wieder aufikümp?)
C                                                                            G  
Man warf den Franz aus der Taverne
                                                                        C  
aphrodisiert sah er die Sterne
                                                                     Dm  
doch nicht die Sterne von Athen
                                                                                          G  
denn der Franz konnt' nichts mehr sehn'
                                                                                  C  
geschweige denn noch aufrecht stehn'
                                                                     G  
Schuld war der Wein von Griechenland,
                                                                             F                      C  
dass er nach Hause nur mehr kriechend fand
                                                                  F  
als er dann wieder auferstand
                                                                        G  
am nächsten Tag mit einem Brand
                                                                                C  
griff er sofort mit schwacher Hand
                                                             G  
Und zwar zum Wein von Mykonos,
                                                     F                    C  
in dem sein Urlaubsglück zerfloss
                                                             G  
es war der Wein von Mykonos
                                             F  
ich glaub, der Franz kommt von ihm
  C  
nie mehr los,
                                                  F  
am FuÃ?e des Peloponnes
                                                                G  
da lag er weiÃ? wie Ziegenkäs'
                                                                  C  
und wusst' soviel wie Sokrates
Ich weiÃ? - hick - dass ich nichts mehr weiÃ? ... )