Are you ready?
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I came across the ocean on a subway line,
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invited to a wedding party of some friends of mine.
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North, south, east even west,
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I knew when I arrived the party would be fresh.
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So my train stopped at the dock,
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I felt that it was time to hit the hop,
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to the hip-hip, the hop you don't stop,
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yeah, that party rocked.
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I wanted something to drink and a bite to eat,
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a place to go party and rock to the beat.
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So when I turned the corner, to my surprise
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I heard a sound that made me realise.
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I heard a sound when I turned the corner,
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I knew that, that I was in the corner,
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I heard the turn the corner what did I hear?
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A hundred voices shout loud and clear.
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This's what I heard them say:
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Eisgekuhlter Bommerlunder,
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Bommerlunder eisgekuhlt.
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They said:
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Eisgekuhlter Bommerlunder,
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Bommerlunder eisgekuhlt.
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Und dazu ein belegtes Brot mit Schinken,
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ein belegtes Brot mit Ei.
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Das sind zwei belegte Brote,
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eins mit Schinken, eins mit Ei, Ei, Ei...
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Check it out
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They said the formula for feeling fine
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is to drink Bommerlunder all the time,
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so come on you all and you're drinking up,
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the Bommerlunder kinda make you shake your butt.
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Oh yeah this drink is right on time,
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they said a couple of sips and it can blow your mind,
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you see to drink Bommerlunder you don't need class,
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you can be a smelly bum sitting on your ass.
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You can be a king or even a queen
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and when you drink Bommerlunder you're on the scene.
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You see, get something to drink and then stand on your head,
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Bommerlunder rock the living and rock the dead.
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So get off your seat and rock to the beat
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to the beat stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp your feet
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to the Bomme, Bomme, Bomme, Bommerlunder beat.
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So check it out:
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Eisgekuhlter Bommerlunder,
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Bommerlunder eisgekuhlt.
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They said:
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Eisgekuhlter Bommerlunder,
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Bommerlunder eisgekuhlt.
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Und dazu ein belegtes Brot mit Schinken,
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ein belegtes Brot mit Ei.
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Das sind zwei belegte Brote,
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eins mit Schinken, eins mit Ei.
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You see rapping to the beat is not hard,
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for me rap-rocking is my job.
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This stuff you're talking sounds like crap,
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you don't even understand the meaning of rap.
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You don't even know how to keep the beat,
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you all sound like a clown that stare right at me.
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I can tell by the clothes and the way you look,
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that you can never ever make it to the fashion-book.
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But you can giggle, shout and do shit like that,
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if you can't keep the beat you'll never make a rap like this
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and you don't stop, that's not the way that you rap.
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You better keep practising all night long
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and maybe in a hundred years you'll have a hit song.
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Well I'm sick and tired of this Bommerlunder-jive,
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going back to New York where the people are alive.
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So check, check, check it out, Freddy Love is gonna be about.
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Eisgekuhlter Bommerlunder
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Bommerlunder eisgekuhlt...
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Hip Hop Bommi Bop Bop
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| Die Toten Hosen |
