juhu.
If you need games or even new shoes, just go.
Flea market’s calling, everything clatters and makes dust.
Maybe you will find something you need.
Once a month I visit the flea market
A vinyl by Crowbar, Bay City Rollers, Blowfly, The Phantom of the Opera.
Just sober again. Just got out of coma.
Looks like Grandma’s vase.
The coat is rotting.
2-Euro-Prose, shining eyes.
I’ve got an eye on the Vans,
Fancy.
I think I’ll take them
And the hometrainer by Kettler
I have it myself.
Is the saddle adjustable?
Cool machete,
But way to expensive.
Come on, let’s bargain,
I don’t have that much.
Give me the free weights as well
And we’ll both be satisfied.
Come in and sneak around,
Dive in and change clothes
A booth by the NPA,
that candlestick over there
The dress from H&M,
The button’s gone.
The helmet is too small for me
Beautiful necklace, is it amber?
A crêpe with applesauce
before I search on.
A “How and Why” book,
That’s fun for children.
That fur isn’t correct,
It’s too scuffed.
You’ll probably find something,
Come on, go a bit further on.
My pasting table, it’s wiggling and sags.
What do you want to pay for this nice castle by Playmobil.
All my stuff, I don’t get it sold.
I won’t carry it again, I won’t do that to me.
1000 kilo Brockhaus, a mighty thing.
Sweater by Marc O’Polo, come and smell the quality.
Twentz for that Gameboy, I can’t change a banknote.
The booth-fee is way too high, I won’t ever gain it.