Die Toten Hosen vom surfen und vom saufen

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I don't want to be a hero at work,
Today is a great day.
I'll get myself a yellow license
And just pick up the others.
We'll steal another case of beer< br/>And then we go to the outdoor pool.
California is not on the doorstep
And athlete's foot is in order.
But when you've drunk enough,
The waves come from alone
And every other bather will be your surfboard.
The heat is merciless, we lie lazily in the sand,
We stare at bikinis and kill flies with our hands.
/>Like the eagle soaring through the air,
We plunge into the flood of chlorine.
And if anyone else paddles
Then there will be blood.
We steal another one Box of beer
And then we go to the outdoor pool.
California is not on the doorstep
And athlete's foot is in order.
But if you've drunk enough,
Come the waves on their own
And every other bather will be the surfboard for you.
When the sun goes down in the sky,
We're already in a bad mood.
But when we have one Pull your nose,
It'll go uphill again straight away.
In the evening in front of the mirror we see the sunburn,
But if the weather is good tomorrow,
Let's start from the beginning.
/>We steal another case of beer
And then we go to the outdoor pool.
California is not on the doorstep
And athlete's foot is in order.
But if you've drunk enough ,
The waves will come by themselves
And every other bather will be the surfboard for you.

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