flamaquaron (flamaquaron) wrote,
flamaquaron
flamaquaron

Субботний блюз. Бу-бу-буй.



Сладок вечер пятницы, да печально утро субботы.
Грусть и тоска, серое небо и мерзкая слякоть.
Растаману везде хорошо, у него везде Джамайка.
Полежу на диване, поплюю в потолок.

Bay Parkway wonder
You're such a success
Your pretty secretary, ha
She say you are the best

Your face always smiling
Say you sure paid your dues
But I know inside
You've got the Bensonhurst blues

Those custom-made ciggies
That you offer to me
Pretend and pretend to care
About my family

And those pictures on your desk
All them lies that you abuse
Do they know you suffer
From the Bensonhurst blues

Boo-boo-boo, boo-booy, boo-booy...

Your grandmother's accent
Still embarrasses you
You're even ashamed
Of the French you once knew

You're part of the chance now
They break you making the news
But I know inside
You've got the Bensonhurst blues

But thanks for the lesson
Cause the life that I choose
Won't make me feel like living
With the Bensonhurst blues

And don't, don't try to write me
And don't bother to call
Cause I'll be in conference
Merry Christmas you all

Boo-boo-boo, boo-booy, boo-booy...
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