Lyrics Hip Hop Bommi Bop - Die Toten Hosen

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…