| I came, why are you not happy
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| So what if it's four in the morning
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| So what if there is lipstick on the trousers,
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| So what if I left yesterday,
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| If you ask me "Where is the salary?",
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| Then you run into an honest answer,
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| That the salary was once distributed to me,
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| And that there is no more salary.
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| Well, better let's go without question
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| Terrible looks, offensive phrases,
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| Behave Like a Philosopher
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| At least once in a lifetime
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| Don't you think that I'm staggering
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| I'm not looking for solid supports -
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| I'm just dancing a new dance
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| Unknown to you until now.
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| Ah, this rumba of a drunken man
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| Dance of passion and fire
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| On carpet
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| Don't try to catch me
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| And let the children wake up
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| And let your mother come out
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| Still nothing in the world
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| I will not interrupt this dance.
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| You go on the attack in vain
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| To the whole house, like an elephant trumpeting,
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| I ate a dog a long time ago
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| To protect myself from you.
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| Yes, I know you feel bad now
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| But I will be a hundred times worse later,
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| In the meantime, I will dance my dance,
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| Protected by your umbrella.
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| Ah, this rumba of a drunken man
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| Pleasure itself.
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| From the door to the washing machine itself,
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| Between the hanger and dressing table,
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| On my knees and on all fours,
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| And even lying down sometimes -
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| This is the rumba of a drunken man -
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| The dance of those who are always happy
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| Tomorrow the heart will tap dance
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| The brain will go into a knockdown,
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| Tomorrow all the clothes will be collected
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| In a neat suitcase
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| So give me one reason
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| What would a husband father and son-in-law
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| This rumba of a drunken man
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| I would stop dancing. |