Standing in the garden With a pistol in his hand Looking at the landlord While he jumps over the fence How could it be Shooting at a man? Get rid of the body A life sentence or will he go free? Upstairs in the attic With a rope around his neck Climbing on a chair He doesn't really care Love is a gas But life is a mess When nothing is left You just lose all interest But with the attention span Of a bu*ter! y Noone really knows What's going on in his mind Stranded in the jungle With a beret on his head Charly lost his gla**es He lost them in the sand How will it be If he meets the enemy Guess he'll have to run Cos there's not A damn thing he can see But with the attention span Of a bu*ter! y Noone really knows What's going on in his mind The sandstorm and The sun burning his eyes He'll go blind but will never Make up his mind