Ta-ta-ta-taram
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My head hurts, but it's normal,
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I thought it was a holiday, but now it's Tuesday,
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I warm my hands in the emptiness,
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And on the channel, someone took off his trousers again.
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Once, and you are a sucker, you were caught by a square God,
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Everything is in half, and on the street is Vietnam.
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Once, and you are a sucker, you were caught by a square God,
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Everything is in half, and on the street is Vietnam.
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Someone modest writes a book about himself,
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Golden on the head and a languid look.
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He is a lover of approaching from the rear,
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And he's not afraid to drop soap in his soul.
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Once, and you are a sucker, you were caught by a square God,
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Everything is in half, and on the street is Vietnam.
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Once, and you are a sucker, you were caught by a square God,
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Everything is in half, and on the street is Vietnam.
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Ta-ta-ta-taram (many times)
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Once, and you are a sucker,
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Once, and you are a sucker, you were caught by a square God,
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Everything is in half, and on the street is Vietnam.
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Once, and you are a sucker, you were caught by a square God,
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Everything is in half, and on the street is Vietnam. |