Rock with BOM

Late at night, the floor is shaking,

Bela’s bass has the whole place waking.

Micka’s paws hit the drums so loud,

Oli’s howl electrifies the crowd!

We rock with BOM, we roll with style,

From the basement to the wild.

Guitar screams and cucumbers fly,

This band was born to touch the sky!

Oli’s tail is on the beat,

Micka's kicks knock off your seat.

Cucumbers rain from the ceiling high,

While Bela's solo makes amps cry.

We rock with BOM, we roll with style,

From the basement to the wild.

Guitar screams and cucumbers fly,

This band was born to touch the sky!

We don't need no golden crown,

Just a stage and this loud town.

With our fur and funky paws,

We break the boring, break the laws!

We rock with BOM, no turning back,

We ride the sound, we own the track.

Oli howls, and Micka slays,

BOM forever – let it blaze!