Rüdiger
Rüdiger stands in the rain and the snowCollector of autographsNames upon photographsFaces of people who everyone knows
Rüdiger lives in a place on his ownBriefcase and spectaclesStrange and respectableHe knows the meaning of being alone
Oh, Rüdiger, Rüdiger, RudiOh, Rüdiger
Rüdiger works as a clerk in the townMusic or politicsRüdiger gets his kicksHe gets information then he comes around
Oh, Rüdiger, Rüdiger, RudiOh, Rüdiger
Rüdiger waits at the hall in BerlinHe waits there all nightSecurity's tightThey know who he is but they don't let him in
Rüdiger waits in the dark by the stairsHis fingers are shakingHis feet they are achingBut your name's in the paper so Rüdiger's there
Oh, Rüdiger, Rüdiger, RudiOh, RüdigerRüdiger, Rüdiger, RudiOh, Rüdiger