Vertimas: Kryme. Tragedija Rocks.
We're just a bunch of buffalo Getting slautered We're all red indians We love firewater You can call me Fred Flintstone Tarzan, King of the jungle
All this talk about Adam and Eve Doesn't cut the mustard with this little piggy When people start going ballistic It's just not cricket All these words
Wanted to go to the white fluffy clouds in a Bombay Sapphire coma Been several shades of broken ever since I disowned her Wanted to be with my woman
Though we seldom get annoyed That's our choice On this bad ass earth On a scale of one to ten Let's pretend Life's a six or seven Could have sworn
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Ching ching, here comes the money Ching ching, here comes the cash Oh no, I won?t be a minute Oh no, I never come back And it?s getting dangerous now
Done something real bad this time Practically signed my own death warrant She was staring right at me Burning my eyelashes I was sweating like a virgin
For you my feather The war is over Six shoulders divide your six stone Jesus Christ the coward Only lasted 40 days, My baby went all the way Everything
Tragedy rocks, misery rolls, disaster stands on my doorstep. A lucky strike in her white lips. On the other side everything's strange and elusive,
Only when I know You are impossible More so than the arrival of a little fat Greek With bow and arrow Only then can this old dog get up and go To where
Straight out of high school And into the jungle Searching for Tarzan who might be dad You kick like a mule Short of an Oscar Screaming blue murder at
Girl with a smile Says to guy on his knees Have you lost your mind Or were you just dropped as a child Guy who's had enough Says to girl who's had enough
If she gets a black eye I want a black eye If she gets a splinter I want a splinter too If she gets arrested I want arrested If she goes tripping I go
I was born, by the acorn tree, where we first made love Legs akimbo, sunny side up, I remember you buttercup Another murder mystery, rocked the neighborhood, rocked
I struggle to think of a beastier beast than the beast I became Gone to the pub in pyjamas and slippers again Driven only by the Herculean desire To
Straight out of high school And into the jungle Searching for Tarzan who might be Dad You kick like a mule Short of an Oscar And screaming blue murder
All this talk about Adam and Eve Doesn?t make much sense to this little piggy When people start going ballistic It?s just not cricket All these words