Smarkatch

Drago our singing is like an alarm ringing

That warns every daddy as if something going wrong

Daddies of the girls they don't like us singers

They don't give a damn about our fancy footwork

Of course you can try to take a detour through her mother

Ignite in her nostalgia for a little flirt

But that my friends can also get so very fatal

Like that one time I remember I got stuck under her skirt

Smarkatch kralju oh ta svinja smorkata

Vkralo nashu donju nemovljatko

So daddy dear mister I am a phallic trickster

And on your place I would be watching twice as much

But I will be always winning

And I'm just standing feeding pigeons on a Brighton Beach boardwalk