Cowboykicks
The Oompah Drop
A rowdy Oktoberfest-Hardstyle banger that mashes Bavarian beer tent traditions with aggressive rawstyle kicks and accordions for maximum party chaos.
Cowboykicks · Nattarkiv Studio
Lyrics
In the tent where the beer flows cold
Lederhosen tight, stories untold
Raise your glass to the Oktober sky
Ein Prosit, my friends, we’re flying high
Oans, zwoa, gsuffa! Hear the crowd roar
Stein by stein, we're begging for more
SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS!
SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS!
Ja, das ist gut!
Schnapps in my veins, boots in the mud
Hardstyle kick, accordion scream
Oktoberfest fever, it’s not just a dream
Style! Hardstyle Raw-so!
Foam!
The beast drops hard, the pretzels fly
Grandma's on the table, don't ask me why
Jägerbombs flying, the oompah’s gone wild
Bavarian chaos, nature’s own child
Prost! Prost! Prost!
Feel the kick drum pound
From Munich to Amsterdam, it's spreading around
SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS!
Til we hit the floor
Hardstyle Oktoberfest, give me some more!
Ein Prosit der Gemütlichkeit
But make it RAW, make it loud tonight!