Music :Matthias Jabs
  Lyrics:Herman Rarebell
    I saw this girl walking down the street
  I thought, oh yeah, she looks rather neat
  I grabbed my chance and played my usual game
  I tell you man, it can be a strain
    She didn't wanna know what I'd got to say
  Just shook her head and looked the other way
  And then she said, I've met your type before
  For me you're all the same, you're such a bore
    Oh no, don't make no promises
  Oh no, your body can't keep
    Next day, can you believe, she was at the show
  She said, hey man, you're great and she took me home
  She started to undress, what a shock to see
  Padded bra, blonde wig, not much left for me
    Oh no, don't make no promises
  Oh no, your body can't keep
    Oh no, don't make no promises
  Oh no, your body can't keep
    Oh no, don't make no promises
  Oh no, your body can't keep
    Oh no, don't make no promises
  Oh no, your body can't keep