Listening to Fallout soundtracks when suddenly stumbling upon some good old Comedian Harmonists.
Makes me wish for a Fallout set in Europe just so i can hear this on the pipboy radio:
Hear the Story of Misses Potifar,
who was increasingly experienced,
listen here, listen here:
This was the wife of Potifar,
who was increasingly experienced,
in all the matters passionate,
The husband however, au contraire,
was very old and could no more,
tirili tirila, tirili titira,
guard the little woman,
so modesty went out the window,
and bought herself a dress of lace,
and traveled down to Thebes,
to enjoy life,
Because Thebe is to Memphis,
what Lausanne is to Geneva.
In the Crocodiles Bar,
on the Nile, on the Nile, on the Nile,
consorted completely incognito,
the Joseph and the Pharao. [Note: The Austrian Emperor is probably meant here, either that or they meant random John Doe]
There you dance only three quarters naked,
in rumba and three-four time,
There is meeting with their lovers,
on evenings all of egypt,
in the crocodiles bar
on the nile, on the nile, on the nile.
The husband of Misses Pontifar,
soon became aware of the whole shebang,
he went down to Ramses.
"I know what my wife does,
she goes down to Thebes every night,
tirili titila, tirili tirila.
Well, Majesty, there you go."
To that the Pharao said,
well then we do the same,
you can see how stupid[boring] it is here,
in the Restaurant of Osiris.
Thats why all the philosophers go to thebes to have a lark [Didn't know what to put for "schwofen", its basically pain the town red, get drunk, dance, have a party, except by going all over the town]
to the Crocodiles Bar
on the nile, on the nile, on the nile.
So they sat themselves with much enjoyment
into the pyramidomnibus
and drove out to Thebes.
There they found girls,
droll, partly slender and partlyplump,
and as sweet as raisins!
The Husband of Misses Pontifar
looked upon the host of girls
and spat on the ground.
So Ramses asked: "Why that?"
Upon which the answer came: "I'm thinking of the missus!"
In the Crocodiles Bar,
on the Nile, on the Nile, on the Nile,
consorted completely incognito,
the Joseph and the Pharao. [Note: The Austrian Emperor is probably meant here, either that or they meant random John Doe]
There you dance only three quarters naked,
in rumba and three-four time,
There is meeting with their lovers,
on evenings all of egypt,
in the crocodiles bar
on the nile, on the nile, on the nile.
Flowers in the garden, about twenty species
Roses, tulips and narcissi
The poorest people buy for themselves these days
I don't want to know this at all
My small green cactus stands outside on the balcony
hollari, hollari, hollaro!
What do need red roses for, why do I need red poppy
hollari, hollari, hollaro!
And when a villain speaks something nasty
I get out my cactus and it stings, stings, stings
My small green cactus stands outside on the balcony
hollari, hollari, hollaro!
Most women resemble each other in case
Of the flowers they like
But I say daily: That's not possible
What should the people say about me then?
My small green cactus stands outside on the balcony
hollari, hollari, hollaro!
What do need red roses for, why do I need red poppy
hollari, hollari, hollaro!
And when a villain speaks something nasty
I get out my cactus and it stings, stings, stings
My small green cactus stands outside on the balcony
hollari, hollari, hollaro!
Today, at four o'clock, there's a knock at the door
Oh, a visitor so early today?
It was Mr. Krause, the neighbour
He says: "Sorry if ask you:
Don't you have this cactus outside on your balcony
hollari, hollari, hollaro!
It just fell down, what do you say about this?
hollari, hollari, hollaro!
It fell on my face, if you believe it or not
Now I know that your small green cactus stings
Please keep your cactus somewhere else
hollari, hollari, hollaro!"
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