[Music by: P. Wagner]

[Lyrics by: P. Wagner]



Harold Walker was a banker

He drove a Mercerdes-Benz

He was a well respected, rich, young man

He'd got a house in the country

He was a member of the club and

His girlfriend Diana was so sweet



Larry Smith was Harry's schoolmate

He has always been a warrior

Never he had money or a job



Wednesday afternoon, 5 p.m.

It happened on the new built highway

Harry was a bit diverted and



So he lost the control of his car

And crashed into a truck

And he hadn't a chance, he had never a chance

Death in the afternoon,



Larry was the first to come along

As he saw his old mate Harry

The chequecards covered with blood,

He knew, he was the richer one of both



Harry had a million dollars

But he'd lived to short



And he hadn't a chance, he had never a chance

Death in the afternoon



Death in the afternoon

It could come very soon

Death in the afternoon

Your coffin has no pockets...