Schinderhannes sat unarmed
The highwayman with his highwaywoman
Whinny with love in pretty May
Benzel reads his Bible squatting
Not noticing that his pointed cap
With its eagle feather has become a target
For Jacob Born who’s a bit fucked up
Juliette Blæsius belches
And acts like she’s embarrassed
Hannes will utter an off-key note
When Schulz comes toting a bucket
And hollering as he bawls
O bucket full of fragrant wine
The cops are going to come today
We’re going to drink the May wine
Come on Julia baby
Have a drink of this clear soup
Made of herbs and Moselle wine
Here’s to the Bandit in a cotton skirt
Pretty soon this highwaywoman’s soused
And wants Hannes who’s not in the mood
No time for loving now my chick
Make us a little snack
This evening I have to murder
That rich Jew who lives by the Rhine
In the light of pitchy torches
Coins are May’s flowers
Then the whole band has a bite to eat
And farts and laughs through supper
And he grows tender in the German manner
Before he goes off to murder
Autumn Rhenish