I love getting on the bus to push myself
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As my armpit drips and my egg cooks
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There is hardly any air in which germs fly
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From the penzos who cough up slime in my face
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It's almost enough when you can't breathe
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I fight back, burp on the hot dogs (Burp)
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And those disgusting ones that are sold by the kilo
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As soon as I get off the bus, I'll grab a cold beer
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I'm holding on to the bar, and that's how I pump my biceps
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There are little gypsies, born from incest
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One sings songs, throws us into sevdah
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The other collects items to use as glue
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And why should we all have to sit on the bus?
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When it's much better to stick together in a sweat
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The atmosphere is beautiful, the way I like it
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I learned the techniques at the GSP school
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You can find me at the station from this morning
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Where I wait for full buses to get inside
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I elbow, kick, step on someone else's foot
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The middle is slightly forward so that everyone can enter
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Excuse me sir, maybe you could
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A little more garlic to fill you up?
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(I love getting on the bus to push myself)
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Let the one who is sick come out to iron
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And whoever farted will be caught by the hand of God
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Grandpa stuffed himself with garlic
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Some correspond via Bluetooth |
It's always fun, and it's always a party
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When the control comes in, I tap the ticket
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One small story how it broke
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And that she is not happy because the first one is not her profession
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Her friend congratulates her, because she started to fuck
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And it's up to the fat man to sit down
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I hold on tight, that's what everyone knows me for
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I survived an electric shock in a tram
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When I drink my elbow, nothing hurts
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When I'm not busy, find me on troll
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Some people get weak, that's when they faint
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My heart breaks when I get to the last one
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(I love getting on the bus to push myself)
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You can find me at the station from this morning
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Where I wait for full buses to get inside
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I elbow, kick, step on someone else's foot
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The middle is slightly forward so that everyone can enter |