In the heart of Munich, where the sun sets low
There's a place we gather, where the good times flow
Englischer Garten, where laughter's in the air
We gather 'round the game, without a single care
Beneath the shady trees, we set up our scene
With friends and beer, living the dream
The clinking of bottles, the laughter so bright
As we gear up to play, under the fading light
Flunkyball in the Englischer Garten
With beer in hand, our troubles we'll pardon
The sun dips low, but our spirits soar high
In this moment of joy, under the Bavarian sky
Teams are set, the competition's fierce
But it's all in good fun, no need for a pierce
With each toss and throw, we aim for the goal
Amidst the cheers and banter, our camaraderie whole
The sound of the ball hitting the ground
Echoes through the park, a joyful sound
As we chase after victory, or perhaps just a laugh
In this game of flunkyball, we find our epitaph
Flunkyball in the Englischer Garten
With beer in hand, our troubles we'll pardon
The sun dips low, but our spirits soar high
In this moment of joy, under the Bavarian sky
As the night draws near, and the stars start to gleam
We'll cherish these moments, like a beautiful dream
For in this garden of green, where memories are made
Flunkyball and friends, our bond will never fade
Flunkyball in the Englischer Garten
With beer in hand, our troubles we'll pardon
The sun dips low, but our spirits soar high
In this moment of joy, under the Bavarian sky
So here's to the moments, we'll always hold dear
Playing flunkyball, with friends so near
In the Englischer Garten, where memories are spun
Our love for this game, will never be undone