How I feel like singing about summer
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How I want to sing about the sea
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How I want to sing already about you girl
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The way she moves makes me hot
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How I feel like singing about a bikini ya Rabbi
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I want to sing that in my heart she touched me
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But there is terrorism here, wars my dear
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Tibi, Benny, Boogie and Bibi
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And Zibi Zoevi and who shot my Rabbi and it's hot here ya my father
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you die if you touch me
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And bitter terror, stand here in line
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The traffic jams never end, three seconds at a traffic light
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Don't tell me justice and don't talk at all
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When the only justice is far away in space
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Free hate that costs us dearly, lies in the newspaper with the morning coffee
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We are being brainwashed by rats in a maze
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And they sell us hate, we have no one to trust
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And peace will not be here, don't be a child
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Because with us peace is just an exchange in Ayalon
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How I feel like singing about summer
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How I want to sing about the sea
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How I want to sing already about you girl
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The way she moves makes me hot
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How I feel like singing about a bikini ya Rabbi
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I want to sing that in my heart she touched me
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But there is terrorism here, wars my dear
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Tibi, Benny, Boogie and Bibi
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But what a country, Rabbi, what a country
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A clash of Shalom, Bonjour and Merhava cultures
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It's an atomic reactor, a melting pot, morning morning rises upside down
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Crying about the cost of living and sleeping with an air conditioner in a pillow
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But there is nothing to say, an Israeli is always right
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The customer is stupid and let's get him out of the vein |
This is Generation X, this is Generation Y, this is a politically correct generation
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This is the generation of sex, this is the generation of the D. He is really hurt here
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So where are the days when we cried in the anthem
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Today you are excited that there are no traffic jams in Ayalon
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And still here we are proud of the blue and white, especially in the parking lot in the Ramat Gan area
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So I wanted to sing about balloons, but balloons make fires here
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Fireworks shoot, wounding soldiers
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Kites carbonize the fields
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How I feel like singing about summer
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How I want to sing about the sea
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How I want to sing already about you girl
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The way she moves makes me hot
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How I feel like singing about a bikini ya Rabbi
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I want to sing that in my heart she touched me |