Deep in the west, where the sun is smogged
It's better, a lot better than you'd think
Deep in the west
You're no beauty
Grey from work
Like yourself without make-up
You're an honest gig
Unfortunately completey misbuilt
But that's what you're about
You've got a pulse made of steel
You hear it loudly at night
You're simply too humble
Your black gold got us up again
You're the flower of the territory
Bochum, that's where I'm from
Bochum, I belong to you
Oh, dig on, Bochum
You're not a world city
On your King's Alleys
No fashion shows take place
It's here, where the heart still counts
And not big money
Who is it who lives at Dusseldorf
Bochum, that's where I'm from
Bochum, I belong to you
Oh, dig on, Bochum
You're Heaven for doves
And you're always on coke
You've got a hut in your garden
With a double pass you check out
Any soccer rival
You and your VFL-Club
Bochum, that's where I'm from
Bochum, I belong to you
Oh, dig on, Bochum