There's a tram stop in front of my house.
A british pub just around the corner.
And line 36 takes me
to the soccer stadium.
The traffic is my alarm,
The streets are clean and the sun is shining.
I don't need to hurry up
Basel awakes always after 9'o clock.
HORRAY, WE ARE THE CITY BOYS Some guys wanna have their peace, but that's nothing to me.
When we're in a bad mood, we go and watch striptease.
Plastic rose on my balcony
files show me the way to the front door.
The smog of the city
protects me from the sun.
When in winter the snow falls
we ice-skate down the park.
And if I break my neck and all my bones
it's not a problem, cause the doctor's not far.