Berlin isn’t really Germany, darling
Said the native from Brandenburg.

I never realised this while in Johannesburg.
The idea is alien.
the point, salient.
Berlin isn’t really Germany, darling.
I know it’s the capital city.
How can this be, it’s such a pity.
Pay mind to the monuments of the Holocaust.
Don’t mind the Volk having a beer. Prost.

Berlin isn’t really Germany, darling.
She is pretty, but is she a Frau?
As they say, “Ja, Genau!
Du bist verrückt, mein Kind…”
Now that is not very kind.

Berlin isn’t really Germany, darling.
This place is different, history left a mark.
A scar that tears through the dark.
I don’t wait for the green light.
Paying the fine is part of my plight.
Berlin isn’t really Germany, darling.
To some, multiculturalism is grotesque
Like a minaret on the mosque –
One of the city’s many Turkish delights.
Such a wonderful sight.

Berlin isn’t really Germany, darling.
Grillhaxe mit Kartoffeln und Sauerkraut.
It’s not for everyone in the crowd.
As is getting the Anmeldung,
Leaving the Bürgeramt feeling like cowdung.

Berlin isn’t really Germany, darling.
The S-Bahn ring is the border.
This is the rule and that’s an order.
I’ve heard it’s a far cry from Munich.
It might as well be Zurich.
Berlin isn’t really Germany, darling.
Du musst nach Berlin.
Bring your dollars and pounds sterling.
Sprechen sie Deutsch?

Wir lernen das euch!
Berlin isn’t really Germany, darling.