Kispál és a Borz: Sültkrumpli. (song, original lyrics)
Chips and fried meat are today’s best treat
With a greener life on the side
But on the horizon we see marching in line
The lads of latest design
Weapons, Tanks, Superman,
Land Rovers, the woman as Land
Uppers, downers, turning stile
A Rutin job rising to the sky
Everyone when the two combined
Are present in the desired
Quantity and life’s blue
Seas others will sail too
Twin-peeks, Mad-macs, Dan-dog, But-man
Redbull, Pitbull, plus my new Tan
Best-ever elements testing my flesh
When I got mixed in, my soul came out
He owns the castle and sees far
He sits well-tempered in his distant bar
A drink in his hand, the seasoned stylist
Makes a character for my suit to fit
Two small feelings, between them shame
That my feeling feels a bit short-changed
But you see it’s that harsh childhood
That’s determining me for good
What can I do, I shrug my shoulders
And think this and that, doctor’s orders
What can I do, I shrug my shoulders
When I got mixed in, my soul came out
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