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Our mother - Anarchy
A soldier was on his way home
On the street he met these kids
"Who's your mummy, lads?"
The soldier asked and got:
"Our mum is Anarchy, Daddy's a glass of port-wine!
Our mum is Anarchy, Daddy's a glass of port-wine!"
They're all dressed in leather jackets
They're all really quite short
The soldier tried to walk past them
But that proved not to be easy!
"Our mum is Anarchy, Daddy's a glass of port-wine!
Our mum is Anarchy, Daddy's a glass of port-wine!"
The kids played a fun joke
And the soldier who was
Painted red and blue
had to yell out "you motherfuckers!"
"Our mum is Anarchy, Daddy's a glass of port-wine!
Our mum is Anarchy, Daddy's a glass of port-wine!"
Viktor Tsoy

A soldier was on his way home
On the street he met these kids
"Who's your mummy, lads?"
The soldier asked and got:
"Our mum is Anarchy, Daddy's a glass of port-wine!
Our mum is Anarchy, Daddy's a glass of port-wine!"
They're all dressed in leather jackets
They're all really quite short
The soldier tried to walk past them
But that proved not to be easy!
"Our mum is Anarchy, Daddy's a glass of port-wine!
Our mum is Anarchy, Daddy's a glass of port-wine!"
The kids played a fun joke
And the soldier who was
Painted red and blue
had to yell out "you motherfuckers!"
"Our mum is Anarchy, Daddy's a glass of port-wine!
Our mum is Anarchy, Daddy's a glass of port-wine!"
Viktor Tsoy

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