Die Toten Hosen - Hip Hop Bommi Bop songtext (lyrics)

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