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Hey Manfred, what you doing back there?Come on, come unclean, man!You can turn your back when you paper your crackYou can turn both cheecks, you can de-odour the reekYou can wash your hands of it, when you have beenBut you don't fool us with your Mister CleanWe got the brown on our hands, a piece of Momma Nature's landWe got the brown in our glands, care of Momma Nature landHey Manfred, Manfred, listen to me, come on listen to me man. Inside we're all brown in there somewhere, we've all got the biz. So quit holding ground, no matter who you are your brown still smells. Let it out, man, come on. It's you soul, it's your soil.As long as there's brown we'll be sticking 'roundYou take away the brown, that's when we start going downGoing down, going down, going down, going down... Aus Songtexte Mania