I say Jan Delay, dude what's up
Damn cool 'cause a Hanseat
The chief styler the headliner
Who says thanks with his music
not gotten beats this dope in ages
This sh*t bangs like in Lebanon
The time was ripe for new styles
Blown away like Berlin and Bonn
And I came here with my
Because I heard the people in this
They were in the mood for rough tunes that
And our all-surpassing
So everybody who wants to party says
And everybody who wants to rock says
You're definitely in the right place with Jan
We make this sh*t boil and it goes like this
I'm half B-boy and half bohemian
I walk in Lacoste and Ralph Lauren
And always fresh and spotless
The sh*t has to shine like halogen
You'll never see me in a filthy shirt
I'd sooner do a track with Björk
The MC daddy in Fred Perry
And non-stylers get burned away
I say and I came here with my band
Because I heard the people in this
They were in the mood for rough tunes that
And our all-surpassing
So everybody who wants to party says
And everybody who wants to rock says
You're definitely in the right place with Jan
We make this sh*t boil and it goes like this
Believe me baby, believe me, yeah
The Alster and the Reeperbahn
Someone who pays into GEMA
And while you sit in the pub
And whine that life is sh*t
I'm sitting here with pen and paper
One brainstorm chases the next
I say and I came here with my band
Because I heard the people in this
They were in the mood for rough tunes that
And our all-surpassing
So everybody who wants to party says
And everybody who wants to rock says
You're definitely in the right place with Jan
We make this sh*t boil and it goes like this
I say we make it clear yeah
I say we make it clear
Cause we're on the scene, man