Tell me my fura

What can I do my hands are freezin'

And my nose is blue

I'm dying of cold but then you never can tell

'Coz when the russians come

They make it hotter than hell

I got a touch of pneumonia

I got a terrible cold

If I sneeze once more

It's bound to carry me on

When the russians come

They always takes us by storm

And there's nothin' like runnin'

If you want to get born

I want to go back to what's left of berlin

Sick of all wall that I ain't gonna win

I seen the big bridge star each kid the pants of bizarre

Wanna go back to berlin

Now listen my fura

I'm dead on my feet

I've got no place to sleep in

I've got nothing to eat

We've gone and finished all the food that we brought

And there's nothin' yet miles around but

Food for thought uptight my belt

It d**n neck cuts in two

I've slept on my feet

Till my boots wall through

When I get thirsty

I miss smellin' my cup

Well I'm baby going hungry

But I'm all fed up

I wanna go back to what's left of berlin

Sick of all wall that I ain't gonna win

I seen the big bridge star each kid the pants of bizarre

Wanna go back to berlin

Now tell me my fura

How in the hell can I be brave

I've got one foot in russia

I've got one in the grave

I've got snow on my riffle

I've got lead in my pants

I'm so lone some thought touch of romance

Well I went to village

And I spotted a gal

I made a pass at her

Just to boost my moral

I've got one broken ankle

I've got two black eyes

Why couldn't she pick on somebody her size

I wanna go back to what's left of berlin

Sick of all wall that I ain't gonna win

I seen the big bridge star each kid the pants of bizarre

Wanna go back to berlin