Stadtaffe English translation
von Peter Fox

In a city full of apes, I’m the king
Because I sing for the masses with a crooked grin
The females scream, all the apes jump
It’s a good thing that I’m the hottest ape around

I hang out, having an awesome day
A few primates and a barrel of Havana Club
I pose, I have style in front of the camera
And I earn lots of bananas, na na na

With my ape power, I celebrate crowd-pleasers
Chicks get chills, their guys get mad
She makes a kissy face, I knock over a bus for her
I stand in the sun and drum on my chest

Red fur, big head, I look like a young god
Mothers close up, mares flee in a gallop
I see a blonde woman, steal her from the balcony
And she scratches me all night long


Everything is colorful, loud, and flashy
City full of apes is crowded and stinks
Smog in the lungs, I’m high and grinning
I climb on a house and you hear me singing
Everything is colorful, loud, and flashy
City full of apes is crowded and stinks
We party without a reason, come smoke and drink
The party is a success: we’re deaf and blind

In a city full of apes, it’s loud and stinks
Everything is flashy, you become deaf and blind
We party wildly, I smoke and drink
Apes party too, even when they’re sad

A rough wind blows through the city
You meet packs of young dogs who are angry
They have too much time, the yappers are looking for a fight
I make sure I’m on the wall by three

A thousand tons of pigeon shit, everything is gray and filthy
Dumping all the trash into the mouth
The apes are getting lazy and fat
You’re not fit and will be eaten
Unchewed, briefly digested, and forgotten forever

I don’t care, I can’t stand the filth
And I can’t do without it either
I’m in a good mood like a horde of unsupervised kids
If the noise annoys me, I sit on the TV tower and enjoy the view


Everything is colorful, loud, and flashy
City full of apes is crowded and stinks
Smog in the lungs, I’m high and grinning
I climb on a house and you hear me singing

Everything is colorful, loud, and flashy
City full of apes is crowded and stinks
We party without a reason, come smoke and drink
The party is a success: we’re deaf and blind

Get him out of the flight path
He swings around the block, must have enough space
He steals the neon letters from the shops
Writes his first and last name into the night
From Neukölln up to Ku’damm
He plays the ape and you want encores
A primate doesn’t need a profession
A city ape must have the city in its blood