Herr Direktor Songtext
von Microdisney

Oh look, it′s Polly Peacher
A big book close is worth a crack
Of the great movie man
Her face is pale, her eyes are blank
The way the boss demands
Her father was his dearest pal
He owned some magistrates
And were poor when he bit the dust
Dad sent her to the States

To bow when her director comes
Bow when her director comes
An actor doesn't need to act
When in soap opera
A writer needn′t even think
Just make some photostat
Oh but Americans are really great
They don't resent success
And they love the English filmic art
Which is the very best


Bow when her director comes
Bow when her director comes
Massive talent struck him dumb
Struck him dumb
Bow to him
He's dumb but he′s proud
Stupidity has liberated him

Mainstream life is a parlor screen
Full of weepers who think they′re seen
I haven't come to this misery
For some arts school snob to look down on me

Bow when her director comes
Bow when her director comes
Massive talent struck him dumb
Struck him dumb
Bow when her director comes
Bow when her director comes

Ah, this is the forehead
It′s all over
Hitler won the war
British Hollywood
Many Riefenstahl