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Remember that great fiasco, Stoffe?
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-When?
-In VäIlingby.
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Harmonica, nothing was tuned.
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When it was our turn, Ricke said:
"Here come the greatest!"
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But we sat inside playing...
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He called for us and everybody
got curious.
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Finally, they got us up there
and the guitar, vong!
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-It's all screwed up!
-I'd forgotten to plug it in.
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At last, we got off alright.
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Our fans...
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...they're good.
We get so much from them.
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Money and beer. That's what I like.
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What else do we get off them?
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Sometimes they satisfy us.
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But only the president of our
fan-club can come and focky-focky.
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The rest are only cross-eyed
and toothless.
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"Play for us." You can't have
that kind of fans.
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I never wave at chicks.
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No, you get punched.
Like from my pa.
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He was a fan of mine.
Knocked me into the wall, he did.