ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba......
On this rocky mountains
to play five songs and drink some more
and fall asleep
getting taped by locals
don`t have the nerve to ask for food and die of thirst
in the backseats of rented wrecks
let`s hope this wheels got what it takes to care us home
ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba......
backdrops made of denim
teacher sailsman and the follow verses it brings
single package systems
saw DJ`s and you know the riot that that brings
I wanna turn their dancefloors into a burning inferno of Ba-Ba
I play the piano and play the guitar
I`ve played on clubs and I`ve played it in bars
I visit your city
and I slept on your floors
I borowed your swings
and I`ve heard you`re hard core
on the scores of the c to the a and the youth of today
and it`s beautiful
still I can`t get enough of it
did you see me eating frosties from your fridge
And the rice cookies you never ate - their all gone with the
wedding to the kitchen
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...