(текст песни, написанный в 97 году)
When I was a little boy
I never had a single toy
And used to ask my stern mama
To buy me an electrical guitar.
"Child, a guitar makes too much noise!"-
My mother cutting answer was.
So I ransacked my attic store
And fell upon an old chain saw.
It's all I need for playing rock,
My sweet chain saw... and there's no joke.
Ref:
Chain saw playing, a dangerous game...
It's a new way for rock'n'roll play,
Chain saw playing every night and day...
You can not stop chain saw playing.
Old chain saw rock is trend you choose,
Exotic sound... no way to loose...
I realize my crazy dreams,
All nightmarish maniacal whims.
My dreams come true... I hear trumps,
I watch my funs waving their stumps -
"Do you like it?" - "Yes, we do!!!"
So, come on, I like it too.
Ref:
Chain Saw Playing
© Copyright: Дмитрий Сучков, 2006
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