New times, new times, new times Good morning, good morning, good morning I'm the guard At one time this was rather pleasant The poets they still had to muse Over the classicism of clean shoes But who today still knows a button stick CHORUS Well, that's the new times That's the new times That's the new times The girls would lie down before us First one went dancing, then behind the bushes Today you have to run through twenty places Get drunk on saccharin and methyl And then you still don't get them that far CHORUS Now take it easy there in the early morning If somewhere there lies a cadaver Or something is foul in the state
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