There you´re standin´ on the sidewalk with your suitcase in your hand
all your stuff´s already in your new flat and alone I can´t affort this one´s rent.
I didn´t mean to hurt you , baby, I didn´t mean to make you cry
but now you say it´s over finally and the last thing you do´s to ask me why - well, what can I say ?

My little friend loves wet and warm places
He doesn´t know love and he doesn´t see faces.
Whenever the target´s female and true
he takes over and makes me forget about you.
My little friend´s ego´s getting´ bigger and bigger
as soon as someone pulls the trigger
and sometimes he just needs a helpin´ hand
- that´s the story of my life and my little friend

Well, in the earlier days I thought, I could win this fight
but his will´s gettin´ stronger every day and night.
When he smells a cat his alarmclock rings.
I feel like a puppet on barbwire strings.
So all I can do´s to accept the truth
- at the borderline you ain´t got nothing to lose !
So I wish you good luck and may life treat you well
while I´ll keep on ridin´ with my alltime pal !

My little friend……

So when finally I lay me down to rest and the good Lord grabs me by the chest
All I can say myself to defend´s :"It wasn´t me - it was my little friend"

My little friend´s ego….