作曲 : Bulgaropulos, Geremia ... | |
Early in the eighties | |
The brealdancers very strong | |
But we destroyed their discos | |
The day and all night long | |
Our loudness was incredible | |
Our metal alcoholical | |
Zombies attacked us from behind | |
But we survived the | |
Berlin nights | |
Ugly, fat and alive | |
Twenty years of thrash 'til death | |
Ugly, fat and alive | |
Bangin' 'til our final breath | |
Ugly, fat and alive | |
Always held the bottles high | |
Ugly, fat and alive | |
And then we joined the beer-wars | |
Invasion chemical | |
We puked into the tour bus | |
The morning after smell | |
Our loudness was incredible | |
Our metal alcoholical | |
There knocked an alien at my door "Meaning of life?" it asked me for | |
Ugly, fat and alive | |
Twenty years of thrash 'til death | |
Ugly, fat and alive | |
Bangin' 'til our final breath | |
Ugly, fat and alive | |
Always held the bottles high | |
Ugly, fat and alive | |
We won't be stone cold sober | |
Like our two-faced manager | |
We do the tankard club tour | |
No groupies there at all | |
Our loudness was incredible | |
Our metal alcoholical | |
We still destroy all discos | |
The kings of beer are back, let's go | |
Ugly, fat and alive | |
Twenty years of thrash 'til death | |
Ugly, fat and alive | |
Bangin' 'til our final breath | |
Ugly, fat and alive | |
Always held the bottles high | |
Ugly, fat and alive |
zuo qu : Bulgaropulos, Geremia ... | |
Early in the eighties | |
The brealdancers very strong | |
But we destroyed their discos | |
The day and all night long | |
Our loudness was incredible | |
Our metal alcoholical | |
Zombies attacked us from behind | |
But we survived the | |
Berlin nights | |
Ugly, fat and alive | |
Twenty years of thrash ' til death | |
Ugly, fat and alive | |
Bangin' ' til our final breath | |
Ugly, fat and alive | |
Always held the bottles high | |
Ugly, fat and alive | |
And then we joined the beerwars | |
Invasion chemical | |
We puked into the tour bus | |
The morning after smell | |
Our loudness was incredible | |
Our metal alcoholical | |
There knocked an alien at my door " Meaning of life?" it asked me for | |
Ugly, fat and alive | |
Twenty years of thrash ' til death | |
Ugly, fat and alive | |
Bangin' ' til our final breath | |
Ugly, fat and alive | |
Always held the bottles high | |
Ugly, fat and alive | |
We won' t be stone cold sober | |
Like our twofaced manager | |
We do the tankard club tour | |
No groupies there at all | |
Our loudness was incredible | |
Our metal alcoholical | |
We still destroy all discos | |
The kings of beer are back, let' s go | |
Ugly, fat and alive | |
Twenty years of thrash ' til death | |
Ugly, fat and alive | |
Bangin' ' til our final breath | |
Ugly, fat and alive | |
Always held the bottles high | |
Ugly, fat and alive |
zuò qǔ : Bulgaropulos, Geremia ... | |
Early in the eighties | |
The brealdancers very strong | |
But we destroyed their discos | |
The day and all night long | |
Our loudness was incredible | |
Our metal alcoholical | |
Zombies attacked us from behind | |
But we survived the | |
Berlin nights | |
Ugly, fat and alive | |
Twenty years of thrash ' til death | |
Ugly, fat and alive | |
Bangin' ' til our final breath | |
Ugly, fat and alive | |
Always held the bottles high | |
Ugly, fat and alive | |
And then we joined the beerwars | |
Invasion chemical | |
We puked into the tour bus | |
The morning after smell | |
Our loudness was incredible | |
Our metal alcoholical | |
There knocked an alien at my door " Meaning of life?" it asked me for | |
Ugly, fat and alive | |
Twenty years of thrash ' til death | |
Ugly, fat and alive | |
Bangin' ' til our final breath | |
Ugly, fat and alive | |
Always held the bottles high | |
Ugly, fat and alive | |
We won' t be stone cold sober | |
Like our twofaced manager | |
We do the tankard club tour | |
No groupies there at all | |
Our loudness was incredible | |
Our metal alcoholical | |
We still destroy all discos | |
The kings of beer are back, let' s go | |
Ugly, fat and alive | |
Twenty years of thrash ' til death | |
Ugly, fat and alive | |
Bangin' ' til our final breath | |
Ugly, fat and alive | |
Always held the bottles high | |
Ugly, fat and alive |