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C                                                                      F  
Amvergangnen  
G7                                                                                 C  
Dass Sie net dabei warn, des is schod, schod, schod, schod.
C                                                                                    F  
Drunten beim Kassier da macht a Frau grad an Bahö,
G7                                                                         C  
"Was, Sie sogn, i bin a alte Fee, Fee, Fee, Fee?
                                                                                                  G7  
Was san dann Sie dann, Sie zrupfter Bisan,
                                                                                                C  
Warn Sie ka Amtsperson, höratns an andern Ton!
                                                                                          G7  
Doch weil ich fein bin und net gemein bin,
                                                                                        C  
Stell i mi nimmer mehr zu Ihnen her.
                                F                                                                              C  
Sie manan, weil Sie da in an Vogelhäuserl sitzen,
                                     G7                                            C  
Könnens a schwoche Frau tyrannisiern!
                                                F                                                                    C  
Jetzt halt's mi zruck, sonst komm i no in d'Hitzn
                                     G7                                                                                                                                                 C  
Und werd dem Kartenbändiger, Kartenbändiger, Kartenbändiger no ane schmiern!"
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C                                                                 F  
Endlich samma drinnen in der Umkleidekabin'
             G7                                                                         C  
Die Nackerten, die rennen her und hin, und her und hin, und her und hin.
C                                                                      F  
Aner von die Nackerten, der is unhamlich gfüllt,
             G7                                                                                      C  
Sei Freind schaut aus als wie a Röntgenbüld, büld, büld, büld.
                                                                             G7  
'S ist ein Gedränge in dera Menge
                                                                                                                  C  
Und kaner waß mehr gwiss, welcher Fuß sein eigener is
                                                                                                                             G7  
'S ist wia 'n an Narrnhaus, wir ziagn uns d'Schuach aus,
                                                                                                        C  
Doch unser Nebenmann ziagts uns wieder on.
                                     F                                                                                 C  
So, jetzt probiern ma's halt amol mit unsrer Hosen,
                                  G7                                                                                         C  
Kaum samma draußt, hilft uns der Nachbar wieder rein.
                                        F                                                                            C  
Wir kriegn an Zorn, und zwar an Mordstrumm großen
                                G7                                                                                                                                                 C  
Und gengan samt dem Gwand, samt dem Gwand, samt dem Gwand ins Bod hinein.
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C                                                                                              F  
Der Gfüllte, der kommt eine, steigt mitten auf a Saf'
             G7                                                                                         C  
Der längs noch hauts eahm hin und er is baff, baff, baff, baff.
C                                                                         F  
Wie er wieder aufsteht, will er zur Brause hin,
                G7                                                              C  
Er passt net eine in die Duschkabin', bin, bin, bin.
                                                                                             G7  
In der nächsten Klause unter der Brause
                                                                                                        C  
Da hupft des Röntgenbüld grad hin und her wie wüld
                                                                                        G7  
'S is a Verhängnis, dass der so dünn is,
                                                                                                                  C  
Wann der zum Abfluss rutscht, dann is er pfutsch!
                                        F                                                                                    C  
Da macht's an Pumperer, wir zwa san furchtbar zsamm'zuckt,
                                     G7                                                                            C  
Weil unsern Gfüllten hauts grad wieder amol hin,
                                  F                                                                            C  
Die Brausen san verbogn, die Wänd hats eindruckt,
                                  G7                                                                                                                                    C  
Des gaunze Tröpferlbad, Tröpferlbad, Tröpferlbad, des ist jetzt hin! - auweh!