MAXIE’S URLAUB (© Words and Music by Paul F. Cowlan )

I made Max’s acquaintance while waiting for a late night tram in Munich. I suppose he’s still living there. If so, and if you happen to meet him, please give him my regards.


Life’s not easy for a city mouse at Sendlinger Tor.
The traffic shakes the ceiling, the subway shakes the floor.
Life begins at midnight and I try to sleep by day,
But I often used to think that I would like to get away.

So I lived on bread and leberkäse, I didn’t drink much beer,
saving for a cut-price ticket at a low-peak time of year.
There are too many lions in Africa and I don’t like crocodiles,
but the palms of a South Sea island are just my style.

So if you can keep a secret I’ll tell you what I do,
but don’t go and let all the other mice know,
they’ll only want to do it too;
I pack my shorts and surfboard at the first sign of winter rain,
hitch a ride to the airport and take a westbound plane.

So next time you’re at Sendlinger Tor waiting for a tram,
if you see a mouse with a suitcase, a surfboard and a tan,
you can be sure I’m dreaming of days beneath the palms
with a little brown mouse in a hula skirt, rolling in my arms.

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