They have no goals, they have nothing to do,
They just hang around at the counter, already in the morning.
Sometimes they feel pretty empty,
But I think everything is much too difficult for them.< br/>When Aldi victims dream,
Then they think of Aldi, aldi, all the beautiful women,
Who buy and digest food,
And whose men eat the Hansa Pils,
Uh-uh-uh-gluck-gluck-gluck, get drunk.
I know bags like that, they're all the same,
If you put too much pressure on it, the handle becomes soft.
In the supermarket, he was still on his toes,
Now he's like me, an old fart.
When Aldi dreams,
Then they think of Aldi, Aldi , all the beautiful women,
Who buy food and digest it,
And whose men drink the Hansa-Pils,
Uh-uh-uh-gluck-gluck-gluck.
Sometimes they feel pretty empty,
But I think everything is much too heavy for them.
When Aldi bags dream,
Then they think of Aldi, Aldi, all the beautiful women 'n,
They buy the food and digest it,
And their men drink the Hansa-Pils,
Uh-uh-uh-gluck-gluck-gluck.
Drunken up , get drunk, get drunk.

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