Balloutpicker

’I want to be a doctor’

Says my child ont he traktor.

’Fuck off, Dzsoni, you’ll be a paraszt.’

I said ’Mert other esetben I’ll kick you, azt!’

And I kicked off Dzsoni’s head. He had pain,

The weather’ll be bad, it gonna rain,

Oh dear Dzsoni, please go to hell,

Ja, ja, snell, snell!

Azzal I bedropped Dzsoni into the folyó,

No maradt other from he just his golyó.

I picked up the golyó and dropped it into a packet,

To the other golyóz, then into a rocket,

Then i locsol a full packet of gázolaj quickly

On the manus who az indulást inti,

And the rocket with golyóz is burning,

But úgy, hogy rajtam my ing is leizzading,

And the golyóz are burning too,

And I can’t say anything else ’Moo, moo’.