My name is Peter, I'm a drummer in a band and I'm old. Dupidupidupi! My name is Peter, I'm grabbing my grave behind the tent. One Millimeter a week, 'cause I'm too schwach to hold the Schaufel with my arms, 'cause I'm old. And grabe. I’m Peter, I feel fine. Dupidupidu. Four times a year, flying in a plane full of other Ommas. Direction of Menorca – holidays. Sitting on a big table, eating cake and drinking Haag! Yes I’m Peter, I’m a drummer in a band and I’m old. I sit on a chair, I count the rest of my hair – it’s colored, a touch of blue like the other Omma’s have too. My boss is singing English, I can’t understand, that’s the reason why I smile sometimes for a little Weil. Yes I’m Peter and I’m old. I hope I see the christmas and the christmastree this year. When I have much luck I can see the Easterhase with his Korb full of eggs. Dupidupidu. Feelin’ fine. I’m schick with my white jacket. I feel so fine I need no money. Deydap dupadupadupodey.
( Helge Schneider )