Music: Timm/Puschke, Lyrics: Sobisch

The telephone is ringing
Better leave me all alone
Keep your problems to yourself
I have got enough of my own

A stack of letters on my desk
I haven’t opened one in years
Bills are weighing on my chest
Everyone is all up in tears

My head is full of stover
Why don’t you bother someone else
and wake me up when it´s over?

Once again a market crisis
The shit has hit the fan
Keep a low profile
On the save side, if you can

Angry crowds are in the streets
Desperation all around
I keep my head under the sheet
When the ship is running aground

My head is full of stover
Why don’t you bother someone else
And wake me up when it´s over?
Who wants to hear those troubles of yours

I am dizzy, I’m not thinking clear
can you hear the crowds in the streets?
can you hear the crowds in the streets?
Oh, I can hear those crowds down in the streets
while I am rolling up, rolling up
while I am rolling up, rolling up
while I am rolling up, rolling up

Wake me up