Hail, hail, East Germany,
Land of fruit and grape.
Land where youll regret
Any try to escape.
No matter if you take a running jump or tunnel under the wall,
Forget it, the guards will kill you, if the electrified fence doesnt first.
The party, the party is always right,
And comrades, it always shall be...
Indpired by Lenin, welded by Stalin,
The party, the party, the party!
Hail, hail, Thee Seattle,
Land of Fruit and Nut...