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 realize
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 is 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, Ei, Ei“

Check it out
They said the formula for feeling fine
Is to drink Bommerlunder all the time
So come on ya'll 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

Toten Hosen in the place to be
All together now
Let me hear you say

Bomm-a, Bomm-a, Bommerlunder
Bommerlunder eisgekühlt
Bomm-a, Bomm-a, Bommerlunder
Bommerlunder eisgekühlt
Eisgekühlter Bommer
Eisgekühlter Bommer
Bommerlunder eis-
Eisgekühlter, eisgekühlter Bommerlunder
Wait, wait, wait - Dummkopfs, Dummkopfs
You guys must be from Düsseldorf

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
Y'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 practicing 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

Come on, come on, turn up the house and let me hear you do it to the beat
Oh yeah
Trini, come on, scratch it up
Yeah, lets do it
To the beat, uh
Campi, come on, let me hear you rock the house
That's not Campi who rocks the house
Rock the boat, baby
Breiti, rock it
Check it out
Andy, come on
Check it out, loser
Beat! Kick to the Beat!
Trini!
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, cool man
Rock it
Yeah come on
Hip Hop Bobbity bop
Hip hop bop
You guys gotta rock the house, man
You gotta rock and you don't stop
You gotta rock and you don't stop