Fanchant against Brunswick
Lyrics
In the car in front of me drives a Braunschweig asshole, I shoot light rockets after him, And when I hit him, I get drunk straight away, Because then this Braunschweig pig won't exist anymore Schalalalala, schalalalala, Scheiß Braunschweig, Schalalalala, schalalalala, Scheiß Braunschweig…