Texty:
Crimea The Tragedy Rocks Us

Ching ching, here comes the money Ching ching, here comes the cash Oh no, I won?t be a minute Oh no, I never come back And it?s getting dangerous now

Straight out of high school And into the jungle Searching for Tarzan who might be Dad You kick like a mule Short of an Oscar And screaming blue murder

Though we seldom get annoyed, that?s our choice on this badass earth On a scale of one to ten , let?s pretend Life?s a six or seven Coulda sworn that

Seven different girls, seven different times, I cursed myself Always scared that the real one, might arrive Seven different times, seven different nights

Someone?s crying Lord, someone?s crying Someone?s in trouble Lord, someone?s in danger Someone?s on their last legs Lord, someone?s on the way out

If she gets a black eye, I wanna black eye If she gets a splinter, I wanna splinter too If she gets arrested, I want arrested If she goes trippin?, I

There?s a swinger in the barn Over the kicked chair Been hanging there since Tuesday Just don?t mention Tuesday How d'ya treat a stranger How d'ya keep