A new Jan. A new beginning
Reggae is dead, now it's the funk's turn
By the super styler number o-one
I've got the beats and the tunes
that addict you like heroin
und that burn like Rolf Töpperwien*
Ey yo, I say: Yeah man,
I'm back and I couldn't help doing it
created a huge monster again
Mercedes Dance
Ey folks: May I have the next dance?
Yeah I bring the bombs like Black Widows**
Mercedes Dance
I have to do something for my overdraft
and so I don't throw stones any longer, now I throw mirror balls
Nah, just kidding
I still moan and grump
But this only in terms of official boards now
Mercedes-Dance, and here in the studio chilling with Tropf***
I kick lyrics which range from Helge Schneider**** to Bob Dylan
And how the shit rocks
The shit is so hot, the shit is so pop
the sceam "Oh my god"
I like the attidude of punk and the style of jazz
I like the basses of reggae and the beats of rap
And out of it the stunning flyweight knitted
Awesome songs for you, and they love me for it
'Coz they know: I bring the records that matter
That see you through your whole life like good friends
Yes you did wait long, I did need a long time
But now is Hamburg in the house
Bro, it's all over - Ey what's up?
So it sounds like when
Janni starts something
With a funk band
And everbody dances