A keresés eredménye

So give it to me

Welcome to the kingdom of Mr. Wanasto!
So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me!
So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, baby,
so give it to me!
Prove your strength, prove you're the man.
So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, baby,
so give it to me!
I'll sign it, nothing will happen anyway.
 
Hey baby, what's your problem again, I'm sick of your personal world,
at first I misunderstood you,
now you're a little confused.
Don't even think I believed the bunch of systems
and you can't make me the same idiot as you.
 
So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, baby,
so give it to me!
Prove your strength, prove you're the man.
So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, baby,
so give it to me!
I'll sign it, nothing will happen anyway.
 
Better to walk on the edge, at least something can happen,
to march in the shadows, or to play in the band for a while.
In the sewer to have worries, that you don't like,
you're an idiot, depressions, bullshits, I don't like you!
 
So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, baby,
so give it to me!
Prove your strength, prove you're the man.
So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, baby,
so give it to me!
I'll sign it, nothing will happen anyway.
 
... óóó ... So give it to me!
... óóó ... So give it to me!
 
A wop bop a loo mop a wop bam boom!
 

Box of Whiskey

Today I don't joking anymore as I'm in a pinch,
I'm standing with a long tie on an empty whiskey box.
I'm standing here with a long collar like a stupid ox,
that tie I'm wearing is work of the Judge Lynch.
 
Chorus:
So kick the box away don't let the lordship wait,
there are many stairs to heaven and the journey is long.
Up to the heavenly bar, I already have dry throat,
so kick the box away and let me go on the road.
 
If I had all those empty whiskey boxes back then,
I would build a small house in a hidden meadow.
I would build a small house and look out of the window
and I'd be drinking there with Bill and Ben.
 
Ch.
 
Boy, if you didn't have to enter the fray,
you didn't have to stand on this box today.
You could drink your whiskey somewhere in joy,
You didn't have to have a lasso around your neck, boy.
 
Ch.
 
When I snitched a horse and rode him a short trip,
he didn't want to go on until I gave him a whiskey sip.
Damn bad luck and that damn loss,
that a horse sucks whiskey as an old dry moss.
 
Ch.
 
When you kick that box off and I will slip,
only a tiny hole remains in my throat.
Only a tiny hole and not even a warm coat,
I've a sad ending and not even a whiskey sip.
 
Ch.