Mr. Kaizer, His Constanze and I

We go way back
To the good old days
When all was black and white
And everything mine was yours
And we dedicated our lives to the Resistance

Mr. Kaizer, his Constanze and I

And it was known to most people
That the Resistance's parties
Were held behind concrete
A place nobody knew about
And where there never was any need for the Allies

Mr. Kaizer, his Constanze and I

And there was vodka, kalinka, roulette and caviar
It was the war seen through the smoke of cigars
Yes, we all danced the waltz, all of the Resistance
With Mr. Kaizer, his Constanze and I

The roof had been blown off
And the house was in flames
Outside, the war went on
But inside, there was song

Many of us were taken by Absolute Vodka,
Many others fell for Absolute Polka
Yes, the days became years
Winter became spring

But one thing remains the same
In Lyder Sagens 45
The Resistance has been born anew
Mr. Kaizer, his Constanze and I