At the place where three rivers flow,
On route to ol' Capital City,
Where the wind will always blow,
We forget about the rivalry,
Watch for the glossy shine of bright neon lights,
Clap your hands at the foggy car window,
There's no bridge to cross,
Keep it straight east bound,
Steer us into when you see the sign,
Marmen!

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN