Walter’s Trip Songtext
von The Frank and Walters

I saw a yellow bird perched on a tree
Eyes of wet diesel for him to see
You sat there on his daily routine
I drank tea in our local canteen
Strolled along down the narrowing road
There was bus stops and large purple toads
White pianos advanced from the hill
While a llama chased a guy called Bill
I saw a giraffe as high as my knee
He was making shapes of letter Z
It rained blue sponges for half an hour
While the boys they played chess in the tower
Aha aha aha jay ri re re rumble
Ahe he′s got dish he likes apple crumble

Aha aha aha jay ri re re rumble
Ahe he's got dish he likes apple crumble,yeah


I saw a yellow bird perched on a tree
Eyes of wet diesel for him to see
He sat there on his daily routine
I drank tea in our local canteen
I Strolled along down the narrowing road

There was bus stops and large purple toads
White pianos advanced from the hill
While a llama chased a guy called Bill

Aha aha aha jay ri re re rumble
Ahe he′s got dish he likes apple crumble

Aha aha aha jay ri re re rumble
Ahe he's got dish he likes apple crumble

Bill bought a pony
Got lots of money

Aha aha aha jay ri re re rumble
Ahe he's got dish he likes apple crumble

Aha aha aha jay ri re re rumble
Ahe he′s got dish he likes apple crumble