A Bavarian in New York

I was in bed when someone kicked my head
Don't know why
He held a gun in his hand
And spun it, like a spy
I didn't know what to do
But somewhere in my mind
I knew that when somebody held a gun at you
You're likely to die

He said "Boy, I think you better
Get out of that bed"
He left no doubt
"I ain't messin' around" so he said
I didn't know what to do
But somewhere in my mind
I knew that when somebody held a gun at you
You're likely to die

Yeah I jumped out of bed
And made him get down on his knees
No, he wasn't prepared
Because he only had one eye left to see
And I had the gun by now
I pointed at his eye
He didn't know what to do
But somewhere in his mind...

This story's inclined to tell you
Guns are no good when you're blind