Fettes Brot herrenabend

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Fat bread
Miscellaneous
Men's evening
- Is it a bird
- No
- Is it a UFO
- No
It's not a bird no UFO, well then it's a plane
No it's fat bread so duck down
Because I'm telling you about 3 day thieves who have been in love for years
Every now and then in the Get hair, but so far everyone has stayed there
Because we are a unit, like the moose and IKEA
Everything runs smoothly like with milk from Nivea
Because we only need a few herbs and a place in the dry
That we can rock to songs from Jamaica for a night
That's what I love when it says something on it
Someone DJs for hours
When we nod our heads like monkeys until everyone's neck cracks
That's what gets under my skin
Until one of us slightly confused idiots suddenly realizes
That we forget to eat how Models on the catwalk
Yes, that's no reason why you have to sweat
We solve the problem while sitting by looking at the pizza list
And until feeding time we look for a double rhyme on coleslaw
It's much quicker than a car ride in Hockenheim
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Making gold out of shit Simsalabim
That's not art for me
And listen you voices from somewhere
Then it's not so bad
It's just me and my boys
How can it be that I never lose interest
Because we just experience more things as the Musketeers
Not because of the coat and sword
Did you know, colleagues, I can get a tennis arm from lifting dumbbells three times
We have discovered many a country together over the years
Some people always checked a rough track in their hand luggage
But on most trips we only set the Repa train on fire
And if one of us feels bad, we bring cod liver oil to our sickbed
Because not only on men's evenings, but also on difficult days
Let's show that we really like each other
We are big boys and tough
âHe was one of them usâ will be written on my tombstone
Until then the caravan will move a little further
You just know what's important when you get to a certain age
You already know about things that are not just... Other values u200bu200bcount
And with you I'll steal a whole herd of horses
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It's just me and my boys
And I pretty much know my boys the back of my hand
You can tell me nothing about the horse, even with the best trick
I can borrow your cart, smooch your siblings
Cut your hair and your parents all by myself Duzen
Is there any greater satisfaction than partying to the boiling point?
(Not proven yet)
I've robbed you of your sleep like thieves, we'll end up on this Presidium
(Tach Mr. Wachtmeista)
The next morning I do the wake-up call and say
Hey guys, you look worse than drag queens without make-up
Those are my jokes also shabby like the guy in the fast food shop
I know you understand me and you're up for fun
You can guess three times who has the coolest colleagues here
I see them every day, the greatest guys of the moment
Actually I'm not supposed to sing "We are the Champions"
But sometimes you have to serenade yourself
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