All: on the twelfth day of Christmas, the Rammgods gave to me
Till: Benzin and a blazing roadie
Paul: two churchs burning
Richard: three groupies groping
Schneider: four drummers drumming
Oli: five dickahs burning
*everyone looks at Flake*
Flake: .... six something something
All: six Rammies killing
Till: seven fuckers fucking
Paul: eight rats-a-plaguing
Till: NEIN
Paul: uhhh
eighteen seventy six
Richard: nine Jacks-a-ripping
Schneider: ten Flakes dying
Oli: eleven sixty five
Flake: *jumps in*
Twelve bastards dying because they were stabbed by me
All: Benzin and a blazing roadie
*Till jumps in dressed as Santa*
You hoes, Merry late Christmas
