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 Our fancy footwork 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