(Text:     S. Keller, K.Steinki)   
(Musik:   M. Glöckler, S. Keller,
               A. Ritter, R. Schneider,
               K. Steinki)

1.               Well, there’s something I wanna tell I can’t believe it by myself
I woke up late in the morning my head was roaring and my throat was too dry
Therefore I was thirsty so I open less later the door of my refrigerator
And I think by myself, well it’s so hard to say
What ever could happened yesterday

Ref.      To hell
            What’s up my shoes in the ‘frigerator
            To hell
            What’s up my shoes in the ‘frigerator

2.         On my quest for cold milk I recognize that my eyes couldn’t sharpen the scene
            With my glaces on I think it’s all done in my sight I see a pretty strange scene
            My shoes are standing right beneath potatoes, fruits ….

3.         But in fact it is not easy to say what happened yesterday
            But we think no one can ever understand why
            These shoes standing where we just told that they were
            So you don’t know what’s going on and neither can I

            And I think by myself, well it’s so hard to say
            What ever could happened yesterday

Ref.      To hell
            What’s up my shoes in the ‘frigerator
            To hell
            What’s up my shoes in the ‘frigerator

            And I think by myself, well it’s so hard to say
            What ever could happened yesterday

Ref.      To hell
            What’s up my shoes in the ‘frigerator
            To hell
            What’s up my shoes in the ‘frigerator