The head of the party stirred up in prison,
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And everyone from the bunk howled like a nightmare in the dark,
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They jumped, twitched - and everything was in tatters,
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You would have heard those crazy prison birds
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Everything is rock, everything is everything, everything is rock
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The whole prison block
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Blizzard prison rock.
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There was a murphy spider on the tenor on the sax,
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Our little friend Joe was behind the trombone,
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From Illinois, the drummer thrashed, thrashed
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Together with the choir of mokrushnikov and revelers.
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Everything is rock, everything is everything, everything is rock
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The whole prison block
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Blizzard prison rock.
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Then forty-seven blurted out to the third number -
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Well, you and a bird, have not seen such a smart one,
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It's nice for us to hang out with you here,
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Let's rock our prison native.
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Everything is rock, everything is everything, everything is rock
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The whole prison block
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Blizzard prison rock.
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Only the Sack alone sat in the corner,
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I didn’t see anything, everything was yelling and roaring,
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Then he hears - hey, baby, move with people
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If there is only one, then at least take a stool.
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Everything is rock, everything is everything, everything is rock
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The whole prison block
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Blizzard prison rock.
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Henry Choknar Torkaciu - for all heaven's sake
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Breathe at least for a moment, what a fatal demon,
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But the torn one answered - Henry, tsyt,
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I still have to shake and beat with a hoof.
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Everything is rock, everything is everything, everything is rock
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The whole prison block
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Blizzard prison rock. |