Ich empfehle dann noch Flakes von Zappa als Nationalhymen äh hymne für die wenigen Unbefleckten unter uns.
Mein Lieblingssatz aus dem Lied:
I'm a moron 'n' this is my wife
She's frosting a cake
With a paper knife
All what we got here's
American made
It's a little bit cheesey,
But it's nicely displayed
Well we don't get excited when it
Crumbles 'n' breaks
We just get on the phone
And call up some Flakes
*gehtjetzterstmalanstelefon*
Ihnen Ihr Blödbabbler
Darauf kann ich nur mit der "Fat Lady Of Limburg" von Brian Eno antworten:
Well, I rang up Pantucci,
Spoke to Lu-chi,
I gave them all
They needed to know.
If affairs are proceeding
As we're expecting,
Soon enough the weak spots will show.
I assume you understand that we have options on your time,
And will ditch you in the harbour if we must:
But if it all works out nicely,
You'll get the bonus you deserve
From doctors we trust.
The Fat Lady of Limbourg
Looked at the samples that we sent
And furrowed her brow.
You would never believe that
She'd tasted royalty and fame
If you saw her now.
But her sense of taste is such that she'll distinguish with her tongue
The subtleties a spectrograph would miss,
And announce her decision,
While demanding her reward:
The jellyfish kiss.
Now we checked out this duck quack
Who laid a big egg, oh so black
It shone just like gold.
And the kids from the city,
Finding it pretty, took it home,
And there it was sold.
It was changing hands for weeks till someone left it by their fire
And it melted to a puddle on the floor:
For it was only a candle, a Roman scandal oh oh oh,
Now it's a pool.
That's what we're paid for
That's what we're paid for
That's what we're paid for here.
Herr Phil 37
Herr Orinoko 22
Herr Whitelakeknight 20
Herr Gpunkt 17
Frau Jay 14
Herr Swiss 13
Frau Utele 12
Herr Multe 9
Herr Wilderkaiser 8
Herr Scheibster 3
Frau _mo 1
Praxisanschrift
Ist ja klar. Es gibt immer wieder Beschwerdefälle in der Praxis. Diejenigen, die überlebten. Die dürfen sich dann schriftlich auslassen, und zwar an pathologe Kringel-A gmail Fliegenschiss com. Wer mir Werbung schickt, bekommt allerdings eine kostenfreie Vasektomie ohne Betäubung mittels eines stumpfen Eierlöffels.
Mein Lieblingssatz aus dem Lied:
I'm a moron 'n' this is my wife
She's frosting a cake
With a paper knife
All what we got here's
American made
It's a little bit cheesey,
But it's nicely displayed
Well we don't get excited when it
Crumbles 'n' breaks
We just get on the phone
And call up some Flakes
*gehtjetzterstmalanstelefon*
Ihnen Ihr Blödbabbler
Well, I rang up Pantucci,
Spoke to Lu-chi,
I gave them all
They needed to know.
If affairs are proceeding
As we're expecting,
Soon enough the weak spots will show.
I assume you understand that we have options on your time,
And will ditch you in the harbour if we must:
But if it all works out nicely,
You'll get the bonus you deserve
From doctors we trust.
The Fat Lady of Limbourg
Looked at the samples that we sent
And furrowed her brow.
You would never believe that
She'd tasted royalty and fame
If you saw her now.
But her sense of taste is such that she'll distinguish with her tongue
The subtleties a spectrograph would miss,
And announce her decision,
While demanding her reward:
The jellyfish kiss.
Now we checked out this duck quack
Who laid a big egg, oh so black
It shone just like gold.
And the kids from the city,
Finding it pretty, took it home,
And there it was sold.
It was changing hands for weeks till someone left it by their fire
And it melted to a puddle on the floor:
For it was only a candle, a Roman scandal oh oh oh,
Now it's a pool.
That's what we're paid for
That's what we're paid for
That's what we're paid for here.