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Kunze Heinz Rudolf
Yours is my whole heart
Grabs it and chops it up
Oooh ooh
Oooh ooh
I'm 25 or 50 or 5,
stand in the curve since I could swing a pennant.
I fight with bicycle chains, wrenches, brass knuckles or daggers
against miners, frogs and Borussia front.
My home is a stray room. Away without winning a point.
I've only seen yellow and red all my life.
But the pitch is turf, and after the game is always before the next.
We've got it, we never will sink.
Grab her
Grab her
Grab her and chop her up
This globe is a football and it spins through space.
If I were the coach, then I would go crazy.
I don't think I can suppress the wish and I would have long ago
kicked the blue earth into the black hole.
Grab it
Grab it
Grab them and chop them up
Oooh ooh
Oooh ooh
Lyrics & music: H.R.Kunze
Warning: Use as an anthem is not recommended!