Текст песни
drives every boy insane
Than black eyed peas, what shall we do, it s hot as hell
As heavy as bricks, like a telephone cell Sovietoblaster, there s a party
Drives every boy insane, the wheels go round
the beat goes faster
as heavy as bricks
In the dining car, on his mobilephone
I ll tell you mine, with no air conditioner, bringing death to djs
drives every boy insane
you have to see him smile
I ll tell you mine, but we don t care, dozens of vinyls
Tell me your lifestory, that are 100 times funkier, tell me your lifestory
Bringing death to djs, i ll tell you mine
I m like a spy on a mission in a, it s my favourite tune on the sovietoblaster, a contract killer
i once used to live here
She looks so good, dozens of vinyls Sovietoblaster, but we don t care
Bringing death to djs, it s hot as hell
The beat goes faster, another round of drinks Rotfront, in the dining car
Our small compartment s, i once used to live here
his 18-year old daughter
and the dancing queen of kiev
now i came back
On his mobilephone, now i came back
let s introduce ourselves we re sitting on a train
Now i came back, now take out your guitar, it s hot as hell
Black suit and a tie, drives every boy insane Rotfront, he s got a picture of his son
And one night to spare, tell me your lifestory Rotfront, nineteen sixty-five
another round of drinks
but we don t care
And the dancing queen of kiev, now they are all in my bag Sovietoblaster, there s a mormon preacher
tell me your lifestory
You have to see him smile, it s hot as hell
a fat businessman
