Šī Nav Tā Dziesma - Labvēlīgais Tips

No ķēdes norāvies mans suns, kas ir traks

Un skrien pa ciemu maigi rūkdams un švaks

Suņu būda tagad tukša, blakus rabarbera kāts

Kāda neprecēta muša tajā pārziemo un krāc

Šie nav tie vārdi, ko gribu jums teikt

Šī nav tā dziesma, ko dziedāt

Šīs nav tās bikses, ko gribu es vilkt

Šī nav tā deja, ko dejot

Šie nav tie vārdi, ko gribu jums teikt

Šī nav tā dziesma, ko dziedāt

Šīs nav tās bikses, ko gribu es vilkt

Šī nav tā deja, ko dejot

Un nestāstiet pasakas, ka butēm nav asakas

Es negribu asaras vairāk nevienas

Un nestāstiet pasakas, ka butēm nav asakas

Es negribu asaras vairāk nevienas

Mūsu mājā nojūdzies vecs pastnieks, tas ir fakts

Un kliedz uz visiem, vai tas cilvēks, suns vai blakts

Pasta soma tagad tukša, tukšs ir restorāns un bārs

Tikai trekna sūdu muša ir tas īstais miljonārs

Šie nav tie vārdi, ko gribu jums teikt

Šī nav tā dziesma, ko dziedāt

Šīs nav tās bikses, ko gribu es vilkt

Šī nav tā deja, ko dejot

Šie nav tie vārdi, ko gribu jums teikt

Šī nav tā dziesma, ko dziedāt

Šīs nav tās bikses, ko gribu es vilkt

Šī nav tā deja, ko dejot

Un nestāstiet pasakas, ka butēm nav asakas

Es negribu asaras vairāk nevienas

Un nestāstiet pasakas, ka butēm nav asakas

Es negribu asaras vairāk nevienas

Un nestāstiet pasakas, ka butēm nav asakas

Es negribu asaras vairāk nevienas

Un nestāstiet pasakas, ka butēm nav asakas

Es negribu asaras vairāk nevienas

My dog ​​is out of the chain, which is crazy

And runs through the village gently roaring and squealing

The kennel is now empty, next to a rhubarb stalk

An unmarried fly overwinters and snails in it

These are not the words I want to tell you

This is not the song you are singing

These aren't the pants I want to wear

This is not the dance to dance

These are not the words I want to tell you

This is not the song you are singing

These aren't the pants I want to wear

This is not the dance to dance

And don't tell fairy tales that flounder have no bones

I don't want to tear any more

And don't tell fairy tales that flounder have no bones

I don't want to tear any more

An old postman has come down to our house, that is a fact

And shout at everyone, whether it's a person, a dog or a bug

The mail bag is now empty, the restaurant and bar are empty

Only a fat shit fly is the real millionaire

These are not the words I want to tell you

This is not the song you are singing

These aren't the pants I want to wear

This is not the dance to dance

These are not the words I want to tell you

This is not the song you are singing

These aren't the pants I want to wear

This is not the dance to dance

And don't tell fairy tales that flounder have no bones

I don't want to tear any more

And don't tell fairy tales that flounder have no bones

I don't want to tear any more

And don't tell fairy tales that flounder have no bones

I don't want to tear any more

And don't tell fairy tales that flounder have no bones

I don't want to tear any more