In Ramnikul in Transsylvanien sah ich ein Plakat, drauf stand, dass der Graf Dracula zum Fest geladen hat. Eingeladen war ein jeder, auch Dr. Frankenstein, einzige Bedingung war, es muss ein Monster sein. Ich stahl ein altes Laken und schnitt zwei Löcher rein ich dachte auf der Party ist's wohl besser Geist zu sein. Ich packte etwas Knoblauch ein und sattelte mein Pferd denn so ein Fest bei Dracula ist sicher nicht verkehrt. Das wird die Monster-Monsterparty - aiiaiaiaiii Ich kam zum Schloss des Grafen bei Sonnenuntergang. Ich lachte mir ins Fäustchen, die Nacht wird sicher lang. Des Unsichtbaren Mütze schwebte vor mir in der Luft, und endlich kam Graf Dracula besoffen aus der Gruft. Er hob zum Toast sein Glas, der Inhalt war blutrot. Er lallte noch schnell "Hallo Freunde" und fiel um wie tot. Alle Monster jubelten, die Stimmung war famos. Die Turmuhr schlug ein letztes Mal, dann ging die Party los. Das wird die Monster-Monsterparty - aiiaiaiaiii Plötzlich drang ein jämmerliches Schluchzen an mein Ohr. Es kam von King Kong vor dem Schloss, er passte nicht durchs Tor. Das sah Boris Karloff und verhielt sich ziemlich schlau, sprach "Wenn King Kong nicht durchs Tor passt, schnapp ich mir die weiße Frau". Ich ging auf die Toilette, weil ich Blut nicht so vertrag. Im Becken schwamm der weiße Hai und sagte "Guten Tag". Auf der Suche nach 'nem Busch dachte ich bei mir: "Ich glaub ich nehm' die Mumie mit, von wegen Klopapier". Das wird die Monster-Monsterparty - aiiaiaiaiii Basssolo! Genug Basssolo!! Da war so'n widerliches Tier, ich glaub vom andern Stern. Es sprach zu mir "Ich heiße E.T. und Partys hab ich gern.". Ganz besonders chic schien sich das Skelett zu amüsieren, es ließ den Werwolf 1000 mal sein Schienbein apportieren. Doch als ich "Huh" rief, kriegten alle Monster einen Schreck, und wer nicht in Ohnmacht fiel, der lief einfach weg. Ich warf das blöde Laken fort und fühlte mich saustark, und kotzte noch, bevor ich ging in des Grafen Sarg. Das war die Monsterparty-Monsterparty, aiiaiaiaiii | In Ramnikul, in Transylvania, I saw a poster, It said that the Count Dracula had announced[?] a party Everyone was invited, and Doctor Frankenstein The only condition was: you had to be a monster. I stole and old sheet and cut two holes in it I thought, at the party, it'd be best to be a ghost I packed up some garlic, and saddled up my horse Cause a party at Dracula's cant be all wrong It's the Monster, Monster Party! Ai-ai-ai-ai! I came to the Count's castle at sundown I laughed up my sleeve - it'd definitely be a long night An invisible cap floated before me in the air And finally, Count Dracula came, drunk, out of the crypt He raised a glass to make a toast, the contents were blood-red He babbled a quick "Hello, Friends", and fell down dead All the monsters cheered, the mood was excellent The clocktower chimed one last time, then the party started. It's the Monster, Monster Party! Ai-ai-ai-ai! Suddenly a deplorable snivel reached my ear. It came from King Kong, outside the castle, he couldn't fit through the gate Boris Karloff saw, and acted rather clever: He said, "If King Kong doesn't fit, I'll take the white woman myself." I went to the bathroom, because blood didn't agree with me In the basin, Jaws was swimming, and said, "Good day!" As I searched for a some shrubbery, I thought to myself: "I should take The Mummy with me, in case I need some toilet paper." It's the Monster, Monster Party! Ai-ai-ai-ai! Bass solo! Enough bass solo! There was a horrible creature, from another star, I believe It said to me, "My name's E.T., and I like parties." The skeleton seemed to be amusing itself in a particularly chic way It let the werewolf fetch its shinbone a thousand times But when I called "Huh", all the monsters caught a fright And the ones who didn't faint, simply ran away I threw the stupid sheet away, and felt strong as a pig[?] And before I left, I puked in the Count's coffin It's the Monster, Monster Party! Ai-ai-ai-ai! |
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January 10 2005, 16:25:57 UTC 7 years ago
"And before I left, I puked in the Count's coffin"
But your version is pretty funny too.:)
Now, we should also translate the one million different live versions of the song.;)
January 10 2005, 18:47:53 UTC 7 years ago
January 10 2005, 18:33:56 UTC 7 years ago
I heart this song!
Couple little things, like "It'd definitely be a long night" and "The skeleton appeared to be amusing itself in a particularly/especially chic way." Also, the sentences with "Fäustchen" and "famos" are good literal translations, but I'm almost positive those are actually slang idioms of some sort. My slang dictionary is rather far away at the moment, though, so maybe you should ask a native.I've been trying to translate this song so it would rhyme and be funny in English (so I could sing it at parties) for a while now. It's not working very well, though. Best I can do is "While I was looking for a bush, a thought occurred to me: I think I'll take the mummy with and then I'll have TP!"
And c'mon, dude. The White Shark? That's Jaws!
January 10 2005, 18:59:00 UTC 7 years ago
Re: I heart this song!
"It'd definitely be a long night" and "The skeleton appeared to be amusing itself in a particularly/especially chic way.Yeah, you definitely have a point with those.
the sentences with "Fäustchen" and "famos" are good literal translations, but I'm almost positive those are actually slang idioms of some sort.
Actually, the "Fäustchen" line is the idiomatic translation. Would you believe, not a single dictionary I own (and I own at least five) would give a decent translation of "Fäustchen"? I got Faust = fist, but half of them desperately wanted me to know about this lovely idiom that goes "to laugh up one's sleeve". (And of course, the only thing that brings to mind is that one scene from "Help" where the Beatles were attacked by the hand dryers, and then George... laughs up his sleeve. So I guess it's a British thing. Crazy Brits.)
As for "famos", that'll teach me to trust that dictionary... I found a better version. Still no idiom, though, sorry.
The White Shark? That's Jaws!
Okay, okay, I'm stupid, yeah. Sometimes my brain just doesn't make these connections. (Anyway, I've never seen Jaws. So nyeah.)
Anonymous
November 7 2007, 20:22:36 UTC 4 years ago
Re: I heart this song!
The translation is brilliant. It is one of the best I've ever read. "ins fäustchen lachen"means exactly "to laugh into one's sleeve", Fäustchen is an unusual diminuitive of faust (fist), so it means "to laugh into one's little fist"....uuaaahhh idoms ...."famos" means exactly "exccellent", or "super", it's quite old fashioned...
so trust the translation....
regards hans
January 10 2005, 19:04:29 UTC 7 years ago
Re: I heart this song!
Bartleby wanted to weigh in on the Fäustchen line: laugh up one's sleeve.Apparently this is a common English idiom. Strange, how I've never heard it before.
January 23 2006, 14:55:14 UTC 6 years ago
and this is another song justifying my ceaseless obsession.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
thanks for the translation, this song is (in the words of Peter Griffin) freakin' sweeet!!