He was the first punk ever to set foot on this earth.
He was a genius from the day of his birth.
He could play the piano like a ring and a bell
And ev'rybody screamed:
Come on, rock me Amadeus.

He was a superstar, he was dynamite and whatever he did (it)
Seemed to be alright.
And he drank (and) he cursed and he fooled around
But when the women would shout:
Rock me Amadeus,
Amadeus, Amadeus, Amadeus,
Amadeus, Amadeus, Amadeus,
Oh oh oh Amadeus.

With a bottle of wine in one hand and a woman in the other
'Cause he was a ladies man
He never stopped to worry what the next day would bring
Because the girls would sing:
Rock me Amadeus,
Amadeus, Amadeus, Amadeus,
Amadeus, Amadeus, Amadeus,
Oh oh oh Amadeus.

His mind was on rock and roll and having fun
Because he lived so fast he had to die so young.
But he made his mark in history.
Still ev'rybody says:
Rock me Amadeus
Amadeus, Amadeus, Amadeus,
Amadeus, Amadeus, Amadeus,
Oh oh oh Amadeus.

Falco died of severe injuries received following his collision with a bus in his Mitsubishi Pajero near the resort of Puerto Plata, in the Dominican Republic on February 6, 1998, just two weeks shy of his 41st birthday. While it was initially reported that the autopsy showed high blood levels of alcohol and cocaine, this was disputed, and authorities were reportedly forced to admit later that no substances were found in his system at the time of his death. There is speculation that the authorities released this false report in order to protect the driver of the bus that collided with his car. At the time of his death, he was working on a comeback into the music world.

He was buried in the Zentralfriedhof (Central Cemetery) in Vienna, Austria.

Two, three, four, eins, zwei, drei
Es is nichts dabei
Wenn ich euch erzaehle die Geschichte
Nichts desto trotz, ich bin es schon gewohnt
Im tv-funk da laeuft es nicht, jah
Sie war so jung, das Herz so rein und weiss
Und jede Nacht hat ihren Preis
Sie sagt: "Sugar sweet, jah'got me rapp'in to the heat!"
Ich verstehe sie heiss
Sie sagt: "Babe you know, I miss my Funky friends"
Sie meint, Jack und Jill
Mein funk Verstaendnis reicht zur Not
Ich ueberreiss' was sie jetzt will
Ich ueberlege bei mir, ihre Nase spricht dafuer
Waehrend dessen ich noch rauche
Die "special places" sind ihr wohlbekannt
Ich meine, sie faehrt ja U-bahn auch dort singen's:
Dreh dich nicht um - oh, oh, oh
Der Kommissar geht um - oh, oh, oh
Er wird dich anschauen, und du weisst warum
Die Lebenslust bringt dich um
Alles klar Herr Kommissar?
(Hey man, wanna buy some stuff man?
Did you ever rap that thing Jack, so rap it to the beat)
Wir treffen Jill und Joe und dessen Bruder hip,
Und auch den Rest der koolen gang
Sie rappen hin, sie rappen her
Dazwischen kratzen's ab die Waend'
Dieser Fall ist klar lieber Herr Kommissar
Auch wenn sie anderer Meinung sind
Den Schnee auf dem wir alle talwaerts fahren
Kennt heute jedes Kind
Jetzt das Kinderlied
Dreh dich nicht um - oh, oh, oh
Der Kommissar geht um - oh, oh, oh
Er hat die Kraft und wir sind klein und dumm
Und dieser Frust macht uns stumm
La, la, la, la, la
Dreh dich nicht um - oh, oh, oh
Der Kommissar geht um - oh, oh, oh
Wenn er dich anspricht und du weisst warum
Sag' ihm dein Leben bringt dich um
La, la, la, la, la
Dreh dich nicht um - oh, oh, oh
Der Kommissar geht um - oh, oh, oh

What was he saying?

Zwei drei vier one two three
Its easy to see
But its not that I don't care so
Cause I hear it all the time
But they never let you know
On the TV and the radio
She was young her heart was pure
But every night is bright she got
She said sugar is sweet
She come rappin' to the beat
Then I knew that she was hot

She was singin
Don't turn around, oh oh
Der Kommissar's in town, oh oh
You're in his eye
And you'll know why
The more you live
The faster you will die

Alles klar, Herr Kommissar?

She said babe you know
I miss Jill and Joe
And all my funky friends
But my street understanding
was just enough to know what she really meant
And I got to thinking while she was talking
That I know she told the story
Of those special places that she goes
When she rides with the others in the subway

Singin'
Don't turn around, oh oh
Der Kommissar's in town, oh oh
And if he talks to you
And you don't know why
You say your life
Is gonna make you die...

Alles klar, Herr Kommissar?

Well we meet Jill and Joe
And brother Herr
And the whole cool gang (and oh)
They're rappin' here they're rappin' there
But she's climbin' on the wall
Its a clear case, Herr Kommissar
Cause all the children know
They're all slidin' down into the valley
They're all slipping on the same snow

Hear the children
Don't turn around, oh oh
Der Kommissar's in town, oh oh
He's got the power
And you're so weak
And you're frustration will not let you speak

Don't turn around, oh oh
Der Kommissar's in town, oh oh
And if he talks to you
Then you'll know why
The more you live
The faster you will die

Don't turn around, oh oh
Der Kommissar's in town, oh oh
(repeat x5)