German Man in Picton
I drink my beer and eat a pretzel,
Stand by the harbor where the ferries go.
People smiling, I’m from Germany,
But in Picton life feels nice and slow.
Refrain:
I’m a German man in Picton,
I’m a German man in Picton.
I say “Guten Tag” instead of “Hello mate,”
Drive my camper through Marlborough.
When I shout out loud a friendly “Prost!”,
They just laugh and wave as Kiwis do.
Refrain:
I’m a German man in Picton,
I’m a German man in Picton.
Bratwurst on the grill, beer in my hand,
Hiking tracks and ocean all around.
Queen Charlotte Sound feels like a fairytale,
This little town’s the best I’ve found.
Bridge:
It takes a stein to drink your lager,
It takes good shoes to walk the track,
It takes some guts to drive on the left side,
But Picton’s got my heart, I won’t go back!
Final Refrain
I’m a German man in Pic ton,
I’m a German man in Picton.
About the cache:
Bring your own pen.