New times, new times, new times   Good morning, good morning, good morning      I'm the guard   At one time this was rather pleasant   The poets they still had to muse   Over the classicism of clean shoes   But who today still knows a button stick      CHORUS   Well, that's the new times   That's the new times   That's the new times      The girls would lie down before us   First one went dancing, then behind the bushes   Today you have to run through twenty places   Get drunk on saccharin and methyl   And then you still don't get them that far      CHORUS      Now take it easy there in the early morning   If somewhere there lies a cadaver   Or something is foul in the state   You can be sure that a writer is not far behind   With his Excellency I only say   Hands off literature   The laurel wreath one gets today   Second hand so to speak   >From the Empire's stores   Sold underhand at the Alexanderplatz   With all the wigs and costumes   Twitching from the shoulder one is informed      CHORUS      New times, new times, new times