I am the well-known singer
The well-travelled rat catcher
Of whom this famous old town
Is definitely in need
And if there are still as many rats
And if there are weasels in the game
Of everything I cleanse this place
They all have to leave with me
Then the good-humoured singer
A children catcher among others
Who even forces the wildest
When he sings golden fairy tales
And if the lads are still so defiant
And if the girls are still suspicious
With my strings I intervene
They all have to come in behind me
Of everything I cleanse this place
They all have to leave with me
I play a chord
They come with me
With the whole pack
I leave the town
Hunting in the night
Then the much-wandered singer
Is occasionally a girl catcher
There is no small town
Where he's not had a few
And if the girls are still so dull
And if the women are still so aloof
But all are afraid of love
In magic strings and song
Of everything I cleanse this place
They all have to leave with me
I play a chord...
Mockery and derision to you
I will now get my reward
