It's been a while since people stop asking about my age.
But they take every opportunity to
To subtly pester me with well-intentioned tips:
"Slow down a little, take a step back!
Go to sleep at lunchtime and enjoy your happiness more often..."
Waffle! Nonsense! Know-it-all attitude!
Annoyance! Fantasy! Tyranny!
Importance! No matter! I'm worry-free...
I'm putting myself through the monster stress:
Become chancellor, manager and stewardess.
Swim Loch Ness every day,
Organise a stress congress.< br/>I'm going to be a grandfather of sixty,
I'm there for all the grandchildren day and night.
I'm learning the viola and harmonica
And I'm doing my doctorate on Cha-Cha-Cha.
S-T-R-E-double S.
I spell maximum stress for myself!
I'm fully on the hardcore trip:
Mega stress makes me super hip!
I protest against state violence,
/>Save the rainforest at the same time,
Protect foxes from hunting,
And operate on birthmarks without asking!
I will become a master in Tae-Kwon-Do,
Clean with a toothbrush the train station toilet.
I'll take the last shitty job too
And become press spokesman for Möllemann!
S-T-R-E-double-S.
I spell out the maximum stress for myself,
And I still have too much energy -
Always get out of it! I feel younger than ever!
I block the highway at night,
Build Cologne Cathedral out of marzipan,
Simultaneously interpret Kiswahili,
Sell miniskirts in the Vatican.
S-T-R-E-Double S.
Vertical-mental-transcendental stress -
It gives me strength and is my meaning in life,
When I'm exhausted and exhausted!
Otherwise I like to sit on my sofa at home
And think up funny stories
Where no word is right, but which I can tell my grandchild at some point.

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