I am a musician and a poet and everything else they want. I have dozens of faces and play a thousand roles. I rock and suck and spit and swallow and look around every corner. I snore and black, I snore and pain. My name is... Dick of the dirt, the spit of a scarecrow, A joke, heart and beer stick, a kiss and who goes here? There is no Scharmützel, Stanitzel or Schnitzel, In front of which I press myself. A dick of the dirt of nothing. Every bumblebee is my home. Every grumble, humble, I pay the wine. Every kimmel, nimmel, I invite at home. Only in the bumblebee heaven I fall asleep. Because I am a dick of the dirt, a poet in slurping, A brave drinker, a high-profile stinker. But the stinker, the bucking and ducking and wagging the ears, Is never enough for my happiness. A dick of the dirt of nothing. Every grumble, humble, I bring to silence. Every kimmel, nimmel, I make courage. Every hopel, popel, dances my own. Every dabel, mopel, his hat. Because I am a dick of the dirt, I let myself be tasted. I beat all the bottles, what I have I have to eat. I noodle the noodles and eat noodles only in the broth. Seven at a time, a dick of the dirt of nothing. Short and good, I am the dick of the dirt.