Hot summer evening
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On the banks of the Tisza, the woman was looking for it
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He remembers where the tent is
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That he beat me up somewhere back
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I'll tell him if he's scared
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Staying alone at night would fit
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Here, there are enough sleeping bags
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In mine, the party point is just beginning
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It starts now…
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The party is about to begin
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I'm looking forward to Saturday afternoon
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Come on, let's roll a trumpet
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The carpet of magic flies you there
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Not even a drunk bird goes anywhere
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Then when the intoxication comes
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And Cupid will shoot his arrows in the right place
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I'm the live igniter of dynamite
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As for the explosion
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Meanwhile, from the car tape recorder set
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Some good band is singing
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And more people in the back seats already
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Let's not fit, well
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Let the girls sit on the boys' lap
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Let the girls sit on the boys' lap
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Let the girls sit on the boys' lap
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If they can't fit otherwise!
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If they can't fit otherwise!
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(fire) Hot summer evening
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On the banks of the Tisza, the woman was looking for it
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He remembers where the tent is
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That he beat me up somewhere back
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I'll tell him if he's scared
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Staying alone at night would fit
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Here, there are enough sleeping bags
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In mine, the party point is just beginning
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Meanwhile, from the car tape recorder set
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Some good band is singing
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And more people in the back seats already
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Let's not fit, well
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Let the girls sit on the boys' lap
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Let the girls sit on the boys' lap
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Let the girls sit on the boys' lap
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If they can't fit otherwise!
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Let the girls sit on the boys' lap
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Every boy's lap is a girl! |