Miami English translation
von Apache 207

Oh yeah
JUMPA, make it jump

You only get such a tan in Miami
My leopard pants suit me too (wow)
How am I supposed to cry? I'm sitting on a jetski, baby
And on the phone, a beautiful woman is yelling (meow)

I'm not a man for one night
I'm a man for life
Boys, can you dance?
Then dance away

She asks me, "Where you from? Are you from here?"
At half past three in the morning
My heart says, "Boy, better stay with yourself," but I go to her
At half past three in the morning

Mh, stay on the carpet
I order six bottles with bad English
The way she's standing there is pretty cool
But her, mh, sounds damn suspicious


If I wear a suit, it's made of velour
And if I go drinking, I actually drink neat
My hands cling to your contours
I don't pay attention to mine, but to your figure

I'm not a man for one night
I'm a man for life
Boys, can you dance?
Then dance away

She asks me, "Where you from? Are you from here?"
At half past three in the morning
My heart says, "Boy, better stay with yourself," but I go to her
At half past three in the morning

I let myself be seen with you
You let yourself go with me
Baby, can you still drive the Phantom
Or do I have to carry you in my arms?
My heart says, "Boy, better stay with yourself," but I go to her
At half past three in the morning

A very good evening, ladies and gentlemen
I ask you all to come to the dance floor
Even those in the back, I see you
Follow me, it goes


Oh my, oh my God, what kind of night is this?
Only the ladies, please
Oh my, oh my God, what kind of night is this?
Where are the men now?
Oh my, oh my God, what kind of night is this?
All together
Oh my, oh my God, what kind of night is this? (Uh-ah)

She asks me, "Where you from? Are you from here?"
At half past three in the morning
My heart says, "Boy, better stay with yourself," but I go to her
At half past three in the morning

I let myself be seen with you
You let yourself go with me (uh)
Baby, can you still drive the Phantom
Or do I have to carry you in my arms?
My heart says, "Boy, better stay with yourself," but I go to her
At half past three in the morning