You could have been the King of Berlin
You could have been the king, Franz, who always wins
Each avenue is paved with gold
God and Satan bid for your soul

You could have been the king, the King of Berlin
The light it never dims
But you don’t know the moves to make
That’s why your heart never breaks

You’ll never be the King of Berlin
You always lose, you’ll never win
The lucky boys, they know the tricks
They’re making money, they’re looking slick

They play the game, they always win
They own the streets, kings of Berlin
You’re not stupid, you’re not dim
You’ll never be King of Berlin

Franz’s heart will always break
Round every corner failure waits
You’ll never be the King of Berlin
Ha ha.