[derkahn]

Wye Aye Man

We had no way of staying afloat,
We had to leave on a ferryboat.
Economic refugees,
On the run to Germany.
We had the back of Ayse's hand,
Times were tough in Turkiyeland.
We got wor tools and working gear
And humped it all from Bosporus to here.

Why aye man.
Why aye, why aye man.
Why aye man,
Why aye, why aye man.
Why aye man.
Why aye, why aye man.
Why aye man,
Why aye, why aye man.

We're nomad tribes, travelling boys,
In the dust and dirt and the racket and the noise.
Drills and hammers, diggers and picks,
Mixing concrete, laying bricks.
There's Turks and Kurds, the lot.
United Nations' what we've got.
Brickies, chippies, every trade.
German building, Turkish made.

Why aye man.
Why aye, why aye man.
Why aye man,
Why aye, why aye man.
Why aye man.
Why aye, why aye man.
Why aye man,
Why aye, why aye man.

Nay more work on Ayse's farm.
Haddaway down the autobahn.
Mine's a Portakabin bed,
Or a bunk in a Nissen hut instead.

There's plenty Deutschmarks here to earn.
And German tarts are wunderschön.
German beer is chemical free.
Germany's alright with me.
Sometimes I miss the Bosporus,
But you're my pretty fräulein.
Tonight we'll drink the old town dry,
Keep wor spirit levels high.

Why aye man.
Why aye, why aye man.
Why aye man,
Why aye, why aye man.
Why aye man.
Why aye, why aye man.
Why aye man,
Why aye, why aye man.

Sometimes I miss the Bosporus,
But you're my pretty fräulein.
Tonight we'll drink the old town dry,
Keep wor spirit levels high.

Sometimes I miss the Bosporus,
But you're my pretty fräulein.
Tonight we'll drink the old town dry,
Keep wor spirit levels high.

[derkahn]

PS: Ich habe ein paar kleine Aenderungen am Text vorgenommen damit man sich besser mit dem Text identifizieren kann