Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Short Mot, artist - Carole King.
Date of issue: 25.11.2017
Song language: English
Short Mot |
Well the district of the Rhine-Ruhr |
Is diverse with tall and short |
And should you visit there |
You’ll wanna be prepared |
For a dwarf named Mighty Mort |
Now Mortie’s rather scrappy |
You see he stands ‘bout two foot four |
All the Altstadt ladies call him kneecap lover |
All the mens just call him squirt |
Well he’s short, short Mighty Mort |
The shortest dwarf in all Düsseldorf |
Shorter than a young Dauchhound |
And quicker than a prarie dog |
Now Mortie he’s a drinker |
And he likes his Altbier cool |
And he likes to pick a pocket clean |
In back of drunken people’s stools |
He’s got his tiny lederhosen |
He’s got his green felt hat on fine |
He got a 1mil. |
Luger for a pocket shooter |
He got a thimble for a stein |
Well he’s short, short Mighty Mort |
The shortest dwarf in all Düsseldorf |
Shorter than a young Dauchhound |
And quicker than a prarie dog |
Well Friday 'bout a week ago |
Mortie’s sucking suds |
And on the ledge of the bar |
Leaned a chap named Otis |
Who wore some fancy duds |
Well he snuck up right behind him |
But a scuffle soon enued |
And Mighty Mort got a whoopin |
For touchin' the ass of an English dude |
Well he’s short, short Mighty Mort |
The shortest dwarf in all Düsseldorf |
Shorter than a young Dauchhound |
And quicker than a prarie dog |
Well the whole bar started laughin' |
And when they pulled the two apart |
Mortie looked like a wienerschnitzel |
In a bowl full of sauerkraut |