O du lieber Augustin, Augustin, Augustin,
o du lieber Augustin, alles ist hin!
'S Geld is' weg, s' Mensch is' weg, Augustin liegt im Dreck
O du lieber Augustin, alles ist hin!

O du lieber Augustin, 's Geld is' hin, 's Mensch is' hin
o du lieber Augustin, alles is' hin!
Will no von Geld nix sag'n, wann i nur 's Mensch kunnt' hab'n!
O du lieber Augustin, alles ist hin!

O du lieber Augustin, alles mein Geld is' hin,
o du lieber Augustin, alles is' hin!
Da Beidl is laar, d' Hos'n is' voll- nix is nimma, wia 's sein soll!
o du lieber Augustin, alles is' hin!

(Austrian Traditional
Augustin was a kind of clown singer in Vienna It is said that when the
"Pest" disease spread over Vienna
some centuries ago, one night he came out of a pub drunk He was so
drunk that he fell into a pit where many pest corpses were to be buried
and fell asleep there When he woke up and got out again next morning,
he wrote this song