It was on a rainy day
 
 In a rainy suburb it was
 
 I spied a lonely housewife there
 
 Oh she looked so locked up
 
 So I said:
 
 Won't you open the door
 
 I show you some more
 
 But vacuumcleaning and dishes
 
 And fashion magazines
 
  
  I said: I am the computer killer
 
 She said: Oh come on in, you're like a TV thriller
 
 I said: Oh yes, I may tickle your fate
 
 You know, you look like it's not too late
 
 Not now
 
 Now you open the door
 
 I show you some more
 
 But vacuumcleaning and dishes
 
 And fashion magazines
  
 
 Everthan since that stranger opened up her door
 
 Everything get stranger, nothing's like before
 
 Now it's much too much (Oeh), the baster's much too small
 
 Life without a grown man's very scarin' after all
  
 
 I sat down on an expensive chair (Oeoeh)
 
 Luxury was everywhere (Wieoeh)
 
 It was the court of a house hold queen (Wieoeoeh)
 
 Oh but she's only a queen of machines
 
 The fool (Wieoeh wieoeh wieoeh oe)
 
 It's only her rule (Wieoeh wieoeh rrrrrrrr)
 
 Of a long clocks holds in his socks
 
 Martini on the rocks
  
 
 I said: Let's stop the rhythm of the clock
 
 Ans switch to the rhythm of some rock and roll
 
 We were rockin' and rollin'
 
 And our pals in our head, but tall
 
 And we danced
 
 Oh she let loose
 
 And we stopped
 
 The clock
 
 And the house hold queen
 
 Broke down down down
  
 
 Oh now she's a living soul (Oooh)
 
 Excited now beyond control (oooh)
 
 No, she feels like never before (Oooh)
 
 But I tricked her through her one-way-door
 
 And I
 
 I got scared of what she'd won instead
 
 Of vacuumcleaning and dishes
 
 And fashion magazines
  
 
 Ever since that stranger opened up her door
 
 Everything got stranger and nothing's like before
 
 Now it's much too much (Oeh), the baster's much too small
 
 Life without a grown man's very scaring after all
  
 
 It was on a rainy day
 
 I told her I was goin' away
 
 She asked me: Oh come back soon
 
 But I felt like a big balloon
 
 Blow low
 
 By the dreams and the sceams of my mern
 
 And I couldn't even face the wreck
 
 I left behind
  
 
 Mm-mm
  
  
 
 (FRIEDRICH HLAWÁTSCH)
 
 1975 Negram