Stefan Raab: Boorti vogts blues

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 Brti Vogts! Kick it! One morning I woke up I had Brti 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 Brti Vogts (Brti Vogts), we call him Brti Vogts (Brti Vogts), we call him a Brti sweet, little Brti 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 (Brti Vogts), we call him Brti Vogts (Brti Vogts), we call him a Brti sweet, little Brti 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 schie' ein Tor!" I'm sorry little Brti Vogts, your damn motherfuckin' story don't get true, but listen to me, I've got news for you. We call you Brti Vogts (Brti Vogts), we call you Brti Vogts (Brti Vogts), we call you a Brti sweet, sweet, little Brti Vogts. That what we call you! Oh lord, have a mercy, lord, have a mercy with the little, little Brti Vogts. I said lord, have a mercy, oh lord, have a mercy with the little, little Brti Vogts (Halleluja!). Lord (tell me what), have a mercy (oh yeah), oh lord, have a mercy with the little Brti Vogts, yeah! Oh, come on, Brti don't you wanna go? Yeah, come on, Brti don't you wanna go? Back to the same old place: Sweet home, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet home: Kleinenbroich, bei Groenbroich, in der Nhe von Mnchengladbach am Niederrhein. Brti, Brti, Brti Vogts! Thank you very much! Oh, there's no need.