Bodies moving slow in the moonlight glow
On a pleasure barge in spring.
Ah, those Spanish eyes, Casanova sighs
As he woes some pretty thing.
What a smile she has; „Let’s hear music, Cas!“
So he sings a well know lay
But the girl draws near, says words in his ear
That wipes his smirk away.
(She whispers)
Wait til the GEMA gets you
Fees for serenades are high
Looks will not help you, honey,
Just you try.
They’ll pawn your family jewels
Hang you out to dry!
Wait ‚til the GEMA gets you
My oh my.
Little sheperd boy David found employ
At a royal soiree
Says old Saul, the king: „Let us hear you sing
For we’ve had a rotten day.“
David tunes a bit, bows and plays a little
Sweet something not his own.
Saul just shakes his head, „Kid, it’s time you fled,
Kindly step back from that throne.“
(You ninny)
Wait til the GEMA gets you
Every philistine’s a spy
Songs are for rich folk, David
God knows why.
Slingshots are no solution
Kiss your harp goodbye
Wait til the GEMA gets you,
My oh my.
(Lyrics: Eva Van Daele-Hunt, based on „Wait Till The Sun Shines Nellie“, Music: H. Von Tilzer