| I was visiting a young girl at night,
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| In the morning I'm going home in my car,
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| As always, I score the duty jamb,
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| To make my ride a little more fun,
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| Come on, my spliff, spliff, ah spliff, spliff,
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| I smoked one, I'm smoking another,
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| Suddenly a sergeant from the traffic police slows down my car,
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| “Help,” he says, “Help, dear.”
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| He says: “Our motor has completely broken down,
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| Hold on to the post, otherwise - skiff!"
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| I answer: “Sure! |
| What a conversation
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| Attach your wreck to my Volvo.”
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| And they clung to me, donkeys,
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| Fifty kilometers my "Volvo" went,
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| And I have already stopped counting the joints,
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| Ai kumar, ok, ai kumar, ok!
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| Ay, my spliff, spliff, ah spliff, spliff,
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| I smoked one, I'm smoking another,
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| He looked back: “Oh, Allah, help me!
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| Come on, cops on your tail! |
| Wai, cops!”
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| (And where are they from?)
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| I stepped on the gas, but they didn't fall behind,
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| So, they are in a hurry to chase me, |