STAMM sings to the girl, grumpy and warm (the "I've heard" and "I've seen where you're going" lines are ECHT's, the one from later); swinging, 97 bpm; "A little funeral …" is half-spoken, and the ending is spoken: STAMM asks, the girl answers, STAMM has the last word.
German · as sung
[Intro] Klimper, klimper. Hörst du das? Des is deins. [Verse 1] A Schwein aus Porzellan, Baby, oben am Regal. Es frisst nur Münzen, nie zu viel, und lacht dabei egal. A Mann mit hundert Schlüsseln hat dir das erste gegeben: „Merk dir's: gib's nie wem, Kleine, nie im ganzen Leben.“ Und jede Nacht, da schüttelst du's, und drin, des singt so leis. I hab die Musik von hundert Jahren g'hört, nix klingt so wie des. [Chorus] Schlacht das Schwein, Baby, schlacht das Schwein. Des is deins, nur deins, und so soll's sein. Ka Geld, ka Zins. Scherben im Sonnenschein. Let it go. [Verse 2] Dann kommt a freundliches Licht, so weich und so blau: „Gib's uns, wir passen auf, mit Zinsen, ganz genau.“ Es hat ka Bauch, ka Lächeln, es klimpert nie, es schweigt. Es hält dein Geld so sicher fest, bis gar nix übrig bleibt. I hab g'sehn, wo ihr hingeht: da hat ka Kind a Schwein. Da wirst du gewogen, nicht gespart, und nix wird jemals dein. [Chorus] Schlacht das Schwein, Baby, schlacht das Schwein. Des is deins, nur deins, und so soll's sein. Ka Geld, ka Zins. Scherben im Sonnenschein. Let it go. [Bridge] Leg's auf den Tisch, Kleine. Nimm den Hammer vom Papa. Sag ihm Danke, sag ihm Servus, es war immer für dich da. A kleines Begräbnis. 3,40 Euro. Und a ganzes Leben voller Entscheidungen. [Chorus] Schlacht das Schwein! Klimper, klimper, eins, zwei, drei, meins is meins, und i bin frei. Hey, schlacht das Schwein! Schlacht das Schwein, Baby. Des is deins, nur deins, und so soll's sein. Ka Geld, ka Zins. Scherben im Sonnenschein. Let it go. Let it go. Let it go. [Spoken] Und? Was kaufst du jetzt? A Karten für die Band. Leiwand.
[Intro]
0:00Klimper, klimper.
0:10Hörst du das?
0:14Des is deins.
[Verse 1]
0:17A Schwein aus Porzellan, Baby, oben am Regal.
0:32Es frisst nur Münzen, nie zu viel, und lacht dabei egal.
0:36A Mann mit hundert Schlüsseln hat dir das erste gegeben:
0:41„Merk dir's: gib's nie wem, Kleine, nie im ganzen Leben.“
0:47Und jede Nacht, da schüttelst du's, und drin, des singt so leis.
0:57I hab die Musik von hundert Jahren g'hört, nix klingt so wie des.
[Chorus]
1:07Schlacht das Schwein, Baby, schlacht das Schwein.
1:12Des is deins, nur deins, und so soll's sein.
1:17Ka Geld, ka Zins.
1:21Scherben im Sonnenschein. Let it go.
[Verse 2]
1:27Dann kommt a freundliches Licht, so weich und so blau:
1:37„Gib's uns, wir passen auf, mit Zinsen, ganz genau.“
1:42Es hat ka Bauch, ka Lächeln, es klimpert nie, es schweigt.
1:46Es hält dein Geld so sicher fest, bis gar nix übrig bleibt.
1:51I hab g'sehn, wo ihr hingeht: da hat ka Kind a Schwein.
1:56Da wirst du gewogen, nicht gespart, und nix wird jemals dein.
[Chorus]
2:00Schlacht das Schwein, Baby, schlacht das Schwein. Des is deins, nur deins, und so soll's sein.
2:11Ka Geld, ka Zins. Scherben im Sonnenschein. Let it go.
[Bridge]
2:23Leg's auf den Tisch, Kleine. Nimm den Hammer vom Papa.
2:31Sag ihm Danke, sag ihm Servus, es war immer für dich da.
2:37A kleines Begräbnis. 3,40 Euro. Und a ganzes Leben voller Entscheidungen.
[Chorus]
2:50Schlacht das Schwein! Klimper, klimper, eins, zwei, drei, meins is meins, und i bin frei. Hey, schlacht das Schwein!
3:10Schlacht das Schwein, Baby. Des is deins, nur deins, und so soll's sein. Ka Geld, ka Zins. Scherben im Sonnenschein.
3:33Let it go. Let it go. Let it go.
[Spoken]
3:44Und?
3:47Was kaufst du jetzt?
3:51A Karten für die Band.
3:54Leiwand.
English · to sing
[Intro] Jingle, jangle. Can you hear? It's all yours. [Verse 1] A pig made out of china, baby, up there on the shelf. It eats only coins, never too many, and grins to itself. A man with a hundred keys gave you the first, and he leaned in near: "Mind, kid: don't give it to no one, not in all your years." And every night you give it a shake, and inside, it sings so low. I've heard a hundred years of music, nothing sounds like that, you know. [Chorus] Smash the pig, baby, smash the pig. It's yours, only yours, that's the bottom line. No cash, no interest. Shards in the sunshine. Let it go. [Verse 2] Then along comes a friendly light, so soft and so blue: "Give it here, we'll mind it, with interest, through and through." It's got no belly, no smile, it never jingles, it keeps still. It holds your money safe and sound, till there's nothing left. Nil. I've seen where you're all going: there, no kid has got a pig. There you get weighed, not saved, and nothing's yours, little or big. [Chorus] Smash the pig, baby, smash the pig. It's yours, only yours, that's the bottom line. No cash, no interest. Shards in the sunshine. Let it go. [Bridge] Put it on the table, kid. Take the hammer off your da. Say thank you, say cheerio, it was always there for ya. A little funeral. €3.40. And a whole life full of choices ahead. [Chorus] Smash the pig! Jingle, jangle, one, two, three, mine is mine, and I am free. Hey, smash the pig! Smash the pig, baby. It's yours, only yours, that's the bottom line. No cash, no interest. Shards in the sunshine. Let it go. Let it go. Let it go. [Spoken] So? What you buying? A ticket for the band. Grand.
[Intro]
Jingle, jangle.
Can you hear?
It's all yours.
[Verse 1]
A pig made out of china, baby, up there on the shelf.
It eats only coins, never too many, and grins to itself.
A man with a hundred keys gave you the first, and he leaned in near:
"Mind, kid: don't give it to no one, not in all your years."
And every night you give it a shake, and inside, it sings so low.
I've heard a hundred years of music, nothing sounds like that, you know.
[Chorus]
Smash the pig, baby, smash the pig.
It's yours, only yours, that's the bottom line.
No cash, no interest.
Shards in the sunshine. Let it go.
[Verse 2]
Then along comes a friendly light, so soft and so blue:
"Give it here, we'll mind it, with interest, through and through."
It's got no belly, no smile, it never jingles, it keeps still.
It holds your money safe and sound, till there's nothing left. Nil.
I've seen where you're all going: there, no kid has got a pig.
There you get weighed, not saved, and nothing's yours, little or big.
[Chorus]
Smash the pig, baby, smash the pig. It's yours, only yours, that's the bottom line.
No cash, no interest. Shards in the sunshine. Let it go.
[Bridge]
Put it on the table, kid. Take the hammer off your da.
Say thank you, say cheerio, it was always there for ya.
A little funeral. €3.40. And a whole life full of choices ahead.
[Chorus]
Smash the pig! Jingle, jangle, one, two, three, mine is mine, and I am free. Hey, smash the pig!
Smash the pig, baby. It's yours, only yours, that's the bottom line. No cash, no interest. Shards in the sunshine.
Let it go. Let it go. Let it go.
[Spoken]
So?
What you buying?
A ticket for the band.
Grand.
The Viennese words
| Wienerisch | English | Why |
|---|---|---|
| Schlacht das Schwein | Smash the Pig | "Slaughter" is four syllables and too grim; "smash the pig" is three hard beats, like the German, and it is what you do to a piggy bank. |
| Klimper, klimper | Jingle, jangle | The sound of coins in a china belly, with the same four-beat bounce. |
| Des is deins | It's all yours | Viennese "des is"; the warm, final "all yours". |
| Kleine | kid | What a grumpy bar owner calls a small girl: short, fond, no sugar. |
| gib's nie wem | don't give it to no one | The dialect double negative becomes a streetwise English one: STAMM's grammar, STAMM's advice. |
| ka | no | The Viennese "kein": "no cash, no interest", "no belly, no smile". |
| nix | nothing / nil | "Nil" lands the empty-account punchline on one beat. |
| g'hört / g'sehn | heard / seen | Clipped dialect participles; plain spoken English. |
| Papa | your da | Dublin "da" for dad: warm, working-class, and it rhymes with "there for ya" like Papa / da. |
| Servus | cheerio | The Viennese hello-and-goodbye; "cheerio" is a fond goodbye a kid can say to a pig. |
| a Karten | a ticket | The dialect "a Karten" (a ticket) for a gig; plain and proud. |
| Leiwand | Grand | Normally "proper", but this line rhymes with "band" (Band / Leiwand), so Irish "grand" keeps the rhyme and the warm one-word verdict. |