Lyrics of Sonntagnachmittag - Rainhard Fendrich

Sonntagnachmittag (original)

Sunntog nochmittog, um viertel drei.
Jetzt ist die Besuchszeit glei vorbei.
Er hot sein' scheensten Anzug an, und geht so g’rod, wier a no kann,
Zum Fenster, und wort' wia scho' so oft.
An die Schwestern hot er si scho g’wehnt.
Sie behandeln eam ois wiar a klanes Kind.
Er derf auf’s Heisel net alla, und potzt er si beim Essen an,
Kriegt er nochher net amol sei Schol’n Kaffee.
Es is' eam klor, da des fr eam und olle ander’n besser ist,
A oiter Mann, des is und bleibt a schware Lost.
Und jeder hot eam g’sogt:

(translation)

Sunntog still at midday, at quarter past three.
Visiting hours are now over.
He hots up his best suit and walks as neatly as he can,
To the window, and say how many times.
He wanted to blow to the sisters.
They treat eam ois wiar a klanes child.
He doesn't have to be on the heels alla, and if he teases himself while eating,
If he still doesn't get a mol be Schol'n coffee.
It is eam klor, that fream and olle others is better,
Aoiter man, that is and remains a black lost.
And every hot team said: