Hey Manfred, what you doing back there?
Come on, come unclean, man!
You can turn your back when you paper your crack
You can turn both cheecks, you can de-odour the reek
You can wash your hands of it, when you have been
But you don`t fool us with your Mister Clean
We got the brown on our hands, a piece of Momma Nature`s land
We got the brown in our glands, care of Momma Nature land
Hey 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 `round
You take away the brown, that`s when we start going down
Going down, going down, going down, going down...