I have a new hero. His name is Franzl Lang.
With his lederhosen and unfashionable hair, he’s an unlikely sex symbol, but there’s just something about Franzl. Talk around the internet is that he’s the world’s greatest yodeler, and after listening to him I can’t disagree.
But Franzl’s appeal is about more than yodeling. It’s that enthusiasm and broad grin. I also dig his dance moves. How could I resist his sexy hip move?
Apparently the crowd is equally smitten. They clap along with such fervor as Franz sings his happy little German song.
Forget Brad Pitt and Johnny Depp. Franzl has captured my heart!
