Von nun an ging's bergab

I came to the world on a cold winter's day

Sneezed three times, it must have been hay

My father was livid, he wanted a son

I took a look round and said to the nun:

From here on it gets rough



At first I found I had little to do

They allowed me to grow a room with a view

But after awhile they hit on a plan

It's time to start learning, the trouble began

From here on it got rough



At fifteen I had a dream, which I found very clever

I wanted to act, mama said: no, never!

My father said: out! – I was already gone

And followed the call: the show must go on

From here on it got rough



My talents were spotted, producers were proud

And gave me those parts where you stand in the crowd

When the star became ill I stepped in like a shot

And someone from film signed me up on the spot

From here on it got rough



I played all the good parts and sometimes the bad

And sometimes a fig leaf was all that I had

And Hollywood said it would certainly die

If I didn't come soon so I went – aye, aye, aye…

From here on it got rough



But now I was famous, I had made it at last

And happily back to the scene of my past

I received a big prize, had my name in “Who's Who”

But after a flop that name was taboo

From here on it got rough



At first I was hurt, I thought it was wrong

Then somebody heard me singing a song

I told him: I couldn't, but he said, yes you can

So that's how this latest torment began



A change was overdue:

From here it's rough on you