Hip Hop Bommi Bop

Are you ready? I came across the ocean on a subway line Invited to a wedding party of some friends of mine North, south, east even west I knew when I arrived the party would be fresh So my train stopped at the dock I felt that it was time to hit the hop To the hip-hip, the hop you don't stop Yeah, that party rocked I wanted something to drink and a bite to eat A place to go party and rock to the beat So when I turned the corner, to my surprise I heard a sound that made me realise I heard a sound when I turned the corner I knew that, that I was in the corner I heard the turn the corner what did I hear? A hundred voices shout loud and clear This's what I heard them say: Eisgekühlter Bommerlunder Bommerlunder eisgekühlt They said: Eisgekühlter Bommerlunder Bommerlunder eisgekühlt Und dazu ein belegtes Brot mit Schinken Ein belegtes Brot mit Ei Das sind zwei belegte Brote Eins mit Schinken, eins mit Ei, Ei, Ei... Check it out They said the formula for feeling fine Is to drink Bommerlunder all the time So come on you all and you're drinking up The Bommerlunder kinda make you shake your butt Oh yeah this drink is right on time They said a couple of sips and it can blow your mind You see to drink Bommerlunder you don't need class You can be a smelly bum sitting on your ass You can be a king or even a queen And when you drink Bommerlunder you're on the scene You see, get something to drink and then stand on your head Bommerlunder rock the living and rock the dead So get off your seat and rock to the beat To the beat stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp your feet To the Bomme, Bomme, Bomme, Bommerlunder beat So check it out: Eisgekühlter Bommerlunder Bommerlunder eisgekühlt They said: Eisgekühlter Bommerlunder Bommerlunder eisgekühlt Und dazu ein belegtes Brot mit Schinken Ein belegtes Brot mit Ei Das sind zwei belegte Brote Eins mit Schinken, eins mit Ei Toten Hosen in the place to be All together now Let me hear you sing: We don't want to, we don't need to Do that New York crap We're rockers, Punkrockers And this is how we rap It's gotta be hard It's gotta be loud To make us scream and shout. (Wait, wait, Dummkopfs!) There's no way you can stop us Once we've started out You see rapping to the beat is not hard For me rap-rocking is my job This stuff you're talking sounds like crap You don't even understand the meaning of rap You don't even know how to keep the beat You all sound like a clown that stare right at me I can tell by the clothes and the way you look That you can never ever make it to the fashion-book But you can giggle, shout and do shit like that If you can't keep the beat you'll never make a rap like this And you don't stop, that's not the way that you rap You better keep practising all night long And maybe in a hundred years you'll have a hit song Well I'm sick and tired of this Bommerlunder-jive Going back to New York where the people are alive So check, check, check it out, Freddy Love is gonna be about Eisgekühlter Bommerlunder Bommerlunder eisgekühlt...