I bin halt a Weaner
(Text: Karl Leibinger / Musik: Theodor Wottitz ~ 1910 / * Text, english lyrics & Arr.: Ko-Do 2016)
Peter Alexander
& Johnny Cash auf 
I am from Vienna / Nashville
I bin halt a Weaner (Schunkel-Reggae)
I am from Vienna (But I am not to
blame)
Chorus:
Yeah, I am from Nashville, not from the USA
I hope, that you really mind the gap
It's good ol' country music I like to sing and play
And I don't listen to no politician's crap
Haven't been to Vietnam, I didn't kill Saddam
And the only reason why I play the game
I hope one of my songs
Brings me to where I belong
Into the Country Music Hall of Fame
Yeah, I'm wearing cowboy stuff and as if that wasn't enough
I'm married to a native Cherokee
I like all blends of whiskey and even though it may be risky
I'm fond of burgers and of KFC
Chorus
My guitar is "Made in China" and I drink Austrian wine
And I'm not as "Stars & Stripes" as it may seem
I'd play all over the world so my music could be heard
And that's my "American Dream"
Chorus
Chorus:
I am from Vienna - and my only fault is
That all that I need to feel fine
Are fiddles and guitars and some honky tonk keys
And a glass full of wonderfull wine
'Cause that makes me horny, maybe a litte corny
And crazy and weak in the end
I spend all my money
On music and you, honey
Only Viennese will understand
All the high society is high on ecstasy
On cocaine and crack and on pills
Ravin' 24/7 - thinkin' they're in 7th heaven
Well, that really don't give me thrills
Chorus
In some places to dance you will have the chance
To hear and to watch Gangnam Style
That's no place to stay, I'd rather walk away
And think aside "That really ain't worth while"
Chorus
Instrumental solo
And I am from Nashville and I need the same things
To feel fine, as you do, my dear
A squeeze-box, some fiddles, and a steel-guitar that swings
And a sixpack of budweiser beer
'Cause that makes me horny, maybe a litte corny
And crazy and weak in the end
I spend all my money
On music and you, honey
And I'm sure that you will understand
* I spü manchmal für Biker oder mit Rasta auf Jamaica
I sing aa Karaoke mitn Franz
I hab nix gegn a Banjo und mir gfallt a Balalaika
Und a Reggae von an oiden Weaner Tanz
Refrain:
I bin halt a Weaner, i kann nix dafür
I brauch nur um selig zu sein
Zwaa Fideln, a Klampfen, a Maurerklavier
Und a Glaserl vom heurigen Wein
Da werd' i wirrwarrisch, ganz wurlert und narrisch
Für sowas, da bin i a Kren
Zehn Euro für d' Schrammeln
Und muang fress ma Grammeln
Das kann nur a Weaner versteh'n
Die feine Noblesse schwärmt immer noch für Jazz
Besonders, wann's ordentlich scheppert
Für so a Tortur, da gibt's no kaa Zensur
Da san alle terrisch und deppert
Refrain
In manchen Café, da genießt man zum Tee
Den neuesten Tanz der Aschanti
Doch so mancher denkt stumm: I drah liaber um
Des haaßt nix, da gemma - avanti !
Refrain
Instrumental solo
Refrain
Chorus:
I am from Vienna but I am not to blame
For that was just an accident of birth
And I really think that it is a cryin' shame
For what we are known on this earth
We are NOT "Franz & Sisi", not even "a bissi"
And if we kindly say "Küss die Hand"
We may think something quite other
But don't you worry, brother
Only Viennese will understand
We're moaning all day long and if we sing a song
It's sure about the wine we drink for dying
One thing we must admit: we don't really give a shit
But in an easy way - there ain't no use denying
Chorus
The "Schnitzl" bakes "im Schmalz", while we dance a little waltz
And we dream about the good times long ago
When the angels came to stay for some little holidays
And joined in the one and only song we know
Chorus