I am the well-known singer The well-travelled rat catcher Of whom this famous old town Is definitely in need And if there are still as many rats And if there are weasels in the game Of everything I cleanse this place They all have to leave with me
Then the good-humoured singer A children catcher among others Who even forces the wildest When he sings golden fairy tales And if the lads are still so defiant And if the girls are still suspicious With my strings I intervene They all have to come in behind me
Of everything I cleanse this place They all have to leave with me
I play a chord They come with me With the whole pack I leave the town Hunting in the night
Then the much-wandered singer Is occasionally a girl catcher There is no small town Where he's not had a few And if the girls are still so dull And if the women are still so aloof But all are afraid of love In magic strings and song
Of everything I cleanse this place They all have to leave with me I play a chord...
Mockery and derision to you I will now get my reward