Nightshift Stories

(Verse 1)

Walkin’ through the hallway, thinking, “Maybe it’s calm tonight…”

But Miss Müller’s already busy, pulling out her tube like,

“Sweetheart, I don’t need this thing,

I’m young, wild and free!”

And I’m standing there like, “Ma’am…

could you PLEASE leave that be?” 😭

(Chorus)

Oh, these nightshift stories —

chaos mixed with glory,

every hour something new,

and we just roll on through.

From DK-disasters to Picasso-wannabes,

to Max yelling loud enough to shake the trees —

yeah, nightshift stories,

you couldn’t make this up if you tried, honey!

(Verse 2)

Next stop: Lieschen’s room, and she’s living her best life,

paintin’ all the walls like she’s the queen of modern art tonight.

She smiles at me like, “Look, I made a masterpiece!”

And I whisper to the wall:

“I’m sorry… they’ll clean you in the morning, at least.”

(Pre-Chorus)

Two steps later — BAM — here comes Max,

screaming down the hallway like he’s leading the wolfpack.

And me? I’m just trying not to laugh,

‘cause the whole night feels like a circus act.

(Chorus)

Oh, these nightshift stories —

chaos mixed with glory,

every hour something new,

and we just roll on through.

From DK-disasters to Picasso-wannabes,

to Max yelling loud enough to shake the trees —

yeah, nightshift stories,

you couldn’t make this up if you tried, honey!

(Bridge – funny, kurz vorm Durchdrehen)

3 AM hits and logic dies,

I’ve had three coffees — still dead inside.

But somehow we survive the night,

with teamwork, chaos… and pure spite.

(Outro)

So here’s to the heroes in the moonlit halls,

we fix, we clean, we calm, we crawl —

Nightshift legends, tired but tough,

living stories wild enough!