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Bernd Schuster was one of the greatest German players who played for both Real Madrid and Barcelona. had it not been for his disagreement with the German Football Federation he would have won many more caps as opposed to retiring from the German national team at age 24. When he finally returned back from Spain and signed with Bayer Leverkusen the Germans could hardly contain their excitement and at every home (and some away) matches for Bayer the stadium would sing non stop:

If there's somethin' strange in your neighborhood
Who ya gonna call?
Bernd Schuster!

If it's somethin' weird an' it don't look good
Who ya gonna call?
Bernd Schuster!

I ain't afraid o' no ghost
I ain't afraid o' no ghost

If you're seein' things runnin' through your head
Who can you call?
Bernd Schuster!

An invisible man sleepin' in your bed
Oh who ya gonna call?
Bernd Schuster!

I ain't afraid o' no ghost
I ain't afraid o' no ghost

Who ya gonna call?
Bernd Schuster!

If you're all alone, pick up the phone
And call
Bernd Schuster!

I ain't afraid o' no ghost
I hear it likes the girls
I ain't afraid o' no ghost
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Who you gonna call?
Bernd Schuster!

Mmm, if you've had a dose
Of a freaky ghost baby
You better call
Bernd Schuster!

Let me tell you somethin'
Bustin' makes me feel good
I ain't afraid o' no ghost
I ain't afraid o' no ghost

Don't get caught alone, oh no
Bernd Schuster!

When he comes through your door
Unless you just a want some more
I think you better call
Bernd Schuster!

Oh, who you gonna call?
Bernd Schuster!
Who you gonna call?
Bernd Schuster!

Ah, think you better call
Bernd Schuster!
Who you gonna call?
Bernd Schuster!

I can't hear you
Bernd Schuster!
Louder
Bernd Schuster!

Who you gonna call?
Bernd Schuster!
Who can you call?
Bernd Schuster! 


 

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