| Chorus:
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| Get in my boat, zaya; |
| We will rock it.
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| Get in my boat, zaya; |
| And call me Grandfather Mazay.
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| Get in my boat, zaya; |
| We will rock it.
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| Get in my boat, zaya; |
| And call me Grandfather Mazay.
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| Until Homie died,
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| Around the world on a fast Rover;
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| And for me to enter into her position,
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| We need a key for two in a private room.
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| The foot itself quietly presses the pedal,
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| The outcome may well be fatal in the end.
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| In this life, I can see a lot,
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| But not your final.
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| Looks like it's not time yet
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| I am extremely confident in my thoughts.
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| And while I am - I wanted to be someone,
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| For example, a good example.
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| And you have a crescent of eyebrows,
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| From the wife of a quarrel, oh, my wife, sorry.
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| This is a vampire saga
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| And you drank so much of my blood.
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| Chorus:
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| Get in my boat, zaya; |
| We will rock it.
|
| Get in my boat, zaya; |
| And call me Grandfather Mazay.
|
| Get in my boat, zaya; |
| We will rock it.
|
| Get in my boat, zaya; |
| And call me Grandfather Mazay.
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| On the front of the hole, call this century a shooting range.
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| Our wives have damp around their eyelids, we will not leave in peace.
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| And I dreamed of taking the top in the oil markets,
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| But while I'm at the flea market.
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| And in our time they don’t put spokes in our wheels,
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| Nowadays, we are being shot at tires.
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| I'm wearing a black Haman x7, you're wearing stockings and a corset.
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| It's like a vampire saga
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| Because you and I disappear with the sunrise.
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| Steam eye, headlights into the distance, we are under steam,
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| From Bora resort, beard of Krasnodar.
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| We are in profile, full face, heaven is punishing us -
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| This is Pompey's last day, I'm afraid we won't make it in time.
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| Chorus:
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| Get in my boat, zaya; |
| We will rock it.
|
| Get in my boat, zaya; |
| And call me Grandfather Mazay.
|
| Get in my boat, zaya; |
| We will rock it.
|
| Get in my boat, zaya; |
| And call me Grandfather Mazay. |