Pick pocket with a red coat on 
Dishy dashing through a squirrel-farm 
Police cats, high heeled hat 
Pointing out just where it's at 
And I close my eyes to see, reality 

Mickey Mouse on the hillside flees 
When I brush his garden with my knees 
It's an oxtails symphony 
Topped off with greasy macaroni 
And it all seems so familiar to me 
Cruisin' Southern Germany 

When you get a little homesick 
I miss you girl and your TV 
Pump down some of that old gold comfort 
Cruisin' real nice and easy 
Cruisin' real nice and easy 
Southern Germany 

Jesus Christ's looking down on the valley 
Wondering why they left him lonely 
Das Gasthaus and the one Mark free 
Goulash in high degree 
It all seems so familiar to me 
On top of Southern Germany