We're whole.
We're finally whole,
One big, happy Deutschland in body and soul.
Divided we languished.
But now overnight,
We are whole, we are whole, we are whole —
Well, not quite.
A large hunk of Poland is actually ours,
Stripped from the Vaterland after the war
By the vengeful Allies and the land-hungry Pole.
We'd need half of Poland to really be whole.
But the past is the past.
Forgive and forget.
Today is a day to rejoice.
We're whole
(Or practically whole)
And so strong we've no need to assert our control.
Like that whole Salzburg area,
Which by rights is Bavaria…
And Alsace-Loraine!
What about Alsace-Loraine?
It's in France. But it's ours!
Strasbourg is German,
German as knockwurst
And it's ours. We want it back.
We long to be whole.
We yearn to be whole.
Ho-ho-ho-whole.
Ho-ho-ho-whole.
And someday we'll be whole.
I can just see the day when we'll be —
More whole
Than we've ever been,
When the United States of Europe
Is based in Berlin.
When the currency's Deutschmarks
And no borders remain
And the Autobahn stretches
From Finland to Spain
And the kids pledge Allegiance
Under President Kohl —
Then we'll be whole, we'll be whole, we'll be whole.
Though they'll call it The Common Market,
It will always be Deutschland to me.