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Hawke's Bay, New Zealand
Hold on 'cause, baby, I might
I might just give you a bite of the sweetest pie (uh-huh)
Ooh, baby, we can go fast (yes)
I'll drive and you just lay back (ah)
I got the flavor that lasts, yeah, the sweetest pie (uh-huh)
I might take you home with this
I might give you all of it (whoa, oh)
Come get your dose of the sweetest pie (whoa)
Ooh, this the ride of your life
Hold on 'cause, baby, I might
I might just give you a bite of the sweetest pie (uh-huh, uh-huh)
stählern unsere Waffen,
sind aus deutschem Erz.
Drum Kameraden, hort die Parole
und pragt sie in das junge Herz hinein.
Fertig zum Sprung,
Signal gegeben,
das Leben will gewonnen sein.
Gehen wir dann in Stellung,
geht es endlich los,
rufen wir "Hurra, hurra zum Gegenstos".
Drum Kameraden...
Ist die Schlacht zu Ende,
und der Krieg dann aus,
ziehen deutsche Fallschirmjager
siegreich nach Haus.
Drum Kameraden...