Alright! Hold on for a minute!
Hold on for a second!
Hold on for a minute!
I wanna tell a story about my favorite man Böörti Vogts! Kick it!
One morning I woke up I had Böörti on my mind,
He is the smallest coach in the world to find.
He is the man, he has less hair on his head.
But when it comes to sex, he is the best in bed.
We call him Böörti Vogts
(Böörti Vogts),
We call him Böörti Vogts
(Böörti Vogts),
We call him a Böörti
Sweet, little Böörti Vogts.
Yeah, that's what we call him! Now listen:
He is only one meter and fifty high,
But when he hits the dancefloor, all the w-w-women cry,
He's gettin' older and he's gettin' rather,
But if he keeps on going, is going who is my man:
Hans Meiser, yeah
(Böörti Vogts),
We call him Böörti Vogts
(Böörti Vogts),
We call him a Böörti
Sweet, little Böörti Vogts.
Yeah, that's what we call him! Now give me the guitar John!
First time I saw him back in 1974,
The man walked up the soccer ground and said: "Ich schieß' ein Tor!"
I'm sorry little Böörti Vogts, your damn motherfuckin' story don't get true,
But listen to me, I've got news for you.
We call you Böörti Vogts
(Böörti Vogts),
We call you Böörti Vogts
(Böörti Vogts),
We call you a Böörti
Sweet, sweet, little Böörti Vogts.
That what we call you!
Oh lord, have a mercy,
Lord, have a mercy with the little, little Böörti Vogts.
I said lord, have a mercy,
Oh lord, have a mercy with the little, little Böörti Vogts
(Halleluja!).
Lord
(tell me what), have a mercy
(oh yeah),
Oh lord, have a mercy with the little Böörti Vogts, yeah!
Oh, come on, Böörti don't you wanna go?
Yeah, come on, Böörti don't you wanna go?
Back to the same old place:
Sweet home, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet home:
Kleinenbroich, bei Großenbroich, in der Nähe von Mönchengladbach am Niederrhein.
Böörti, Böörti, Böörti Vogts!
Thank you very much! Oh, there's no need.