Hey, T . . .
. . . we're going to have to sing "Ein Prosit" to kick this thing off officially.
der K-egmeister
Ein Prosit, Ein Prosit, Der Gemuetlichkeit. (Grrr Mert Lish Kite)
Ein Prosit, Ein Prosit, Der Gemuetlichkeit.
(Translation: A toast, a toast, to happiness. A toast, a toast, to happiness.)
When the song is over, the spoken toast begins immediately. It goes like this: Oans, zwoa, drei, Gsuffa!
(Translation: One, two, three, guzzle!)