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 foly,
No maradt other from he just his goly.
I picked up the goly and dropped it into a packet,
To the other golyz, then into a rocket,
Then i locsol a full packet of gzolaj quickly
On the manus who az indulst inti,
And the rocket with golyz is burning,
But gy, hogy rajtam my ing is leizzading,
And the golyz are burning too,
And I can’t say anything else ’Moo, moo’. | 
AJÁNLOM AZ OLDALT
