[Songtext zu „Hip Hop Bommi Bop Bop“]

[Intro: Trini Trimpop & Freddy Love]
Hello? - Hallo, Freddy - Yeah
Hier ist Trini von den Toten Hosen
Hallo, Freddy, halt doch manchmal den Tonhänger ab, hier ist Trini
Du wirst es nicht glaub'n, wir hab'n geheiratet
Oh, no - Ja! Und wir mach'n 'ne Hochzeitsparty
Du bist eingelad'n, komm rüber
Alright, I'll be right over - Oke, bye!

[Interlude: Freddy Love]
Man, are you ready?

[Refrain: Freddy Love]
Eisgekühlter Bommerlunder
Eisgekühlter Bommerlunder
Und dazu ein belegtes Brot mit Schinken
Ein belegtes Brot mit Ei
Ei, Ei, Ei, Ei

[Strophe 1: Freddy Love]
To drink Bommеrlunder you don't need class
You can be the smеlly bum sittin' on your ass
Some drink it and stand on their 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
[Interlude: Die Toten Hosen]
Eisgekühlter Lunder
(Eis, Eis) Bommerlunder, Eis
(Eis) Eisgekühlt (Ah, ah, ah)
Eisgekühlter, ah, ah
Bommerlunder, eisgekühlt
Eisgekühlter Bommerlunder

[Strophe 2: Freddy Love]
Giggle, shout and do shit like that
If you can't keep the beat you can never make a rap like this
And you don't stop, that's not the way that you rap
So check, check, check it out
Freddy Love is gonna be up out

[Strophe 3: Freddy Love]
Oh, yeah this drink is right on time
They said a couple of sips and it will blow your mind
You see to drink Bommerlunder you don't need class
You can be the smelly bum sittin' on your ass

[Interlude: Freddy Love]
Toten Hosen in the place to be, all together now
Let me hear you sing

[Refrain]
Bommer, Bommer, Bommerlunder
Bommerlunder eisgekühlt
Bommer, Bommer, Bommerlunder
Bommerlunder eisgekühlt
[Bridge: Freddy Love & Die Toten Hosen]
Rock the boat, baby
Breiti, rock it (Check it out)
Andy, come on (Yeah, uh!)
Now, check it out, loser
Be-eat! Kick to the beat!
Trini (Yeah, yeah! Yeah, cool, man)
Rock it, come on, come on, come on (Hip-hop, hip-hop, boppity-bop)
Hip-hop (Hip-hop), hop-hop, (Hip) hip-hop, bopitty-bop
You guy's gotta rock the house, man
You gotta like rock and don't stop
You gotta rock and don't stop (Don't stop and rock, uh)
[?] To the rhythm of the beat, come on
To the rythm of the beat-beat, we can make it

[Strophe 4: Freddy Love]
You better keep practisin' 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
Goin' back to New York where the people are live

[Outro: Freddy Love]
You better keep practisin' 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
Goin' back to New York where the people are live