Svinja uzvraća udarac
Svijet je sad u novom tripu, pa nam uvali svinjsku gripu,
uvališe nam svinjsku gripu lagano ko crnačku kitu.
Svinjska gripa svijetom hara i pošten svijet u mozak kara,
to pošten svijet mnogo smara i puno košta para.
Svinja nam se sad u lice smije i radosnice suze lije,
sada više nema klanja i ostalih njihovih sranja.
Nema više kobase ljute, sad nam neki prašak mute,
novi prašak sad je In uzeće nam pare s njim.
Zato sad sirotinja u karantinu spava, jer za prašak nema para,
sirotinja bijeli luk jede, da je gripa ne zajebe.
Sirotinja u strahu dane broji, jer se novog gripa boji,
sirotinja se s razlogom boji, jer možda poslednje dane života broji.
Tu su gazde budžovani pravi, sav su prašak pokupovali,
za prašak im para žao nije, jer je zdravlje najvažnije.
Pored skupih auta i prašak je In pa se hvale i sa njim,
gazde su lopovi stari i gripu su zajebali.
jesi li ti ovo sklepao truper ?
ON TEMA:
ORTHODOX CELTS PEGGY LETTERMORE / JAR OF PORTER If you want your child to grow,
your child to grow,
your child to grow,
If you want your child to grow, give'em a jar of porter.
When I was young in cradle cake, no drop of milk no would I take,
Daddy gave me heady steak, gimme a jar of porter.
When I'm dead an' in my grave, I hope a prayer for me you'll say,
and as you passes by the tule, give me a jar of porter.
And when I reach the golden gate, I hope I'll not a long to wait,
I'll call St. Peter sad and say : "Give me a jar of porter !!!".
Toora loora loora la, toora loora loora la
Toora loora loora la give me jar of porter
(sing)
Toora loora loora la, toora loora loora la
Toora loora loora la give me jar of porter
If you want your child to grow, your child to grow, your child to grow
If you want your child to grow, give him a jar of porter
(sing)
Toora loora loora la, toora loora loora la
Toora loora loora la give me jar of porter
When I was young in cradle cake
No drop of milk now would I take
Daddy gave me heady steak, gimme a jar of porter.
Toora loora loora la, toora loora loora la
Toora loora loora la give me jar of porter
And when I'm dead and in my grave
I hope for me a prayer you'll say
And as you're passing by that you'll
Throw in a jar of porter
Toora loora loora la, toora loora loora la
Toora loora loora la give the child a jar of porter
And when I reach the golden gates
I hope I'll not have long to wait
I'll call Saint Peter aside and say
"Brought you a jar of porter"
Toora loora loora la, toora loora loora la
Toora loora loora la give the child a jar of porter
