Hauptbahnhof Berlin Blues

Such an auditive roof Like pots and pans escaping So put a Blues over it, maybe Cee eff or gee it, Worse than getting Years ago,in the playground Smacked in the gob By Trudy with Hair like a nautical cable, The parting; You explode like a bombed bouquet And fall into the platform Down the silver stairs And if this Breaks me like a fallen cup Then for God`s sake This is more than I need