Kaztrak Ilyouich Borkokovski & the Flying Acrochielians sing Chielie
Sketches of Spain (1988) [1:46, 2084 kB]I've worked forty-three weeks now and it's really fed me up
It's time to feed on happiness, let's go for cheering up
The recipe is simple, soft and friendly summer Spain
Where every day is lovely and the workforce is insane
Because it works
I take my old pyjamas and I stuff them in a bag
I'll take a 2CV, not fly, because of fear of lag
Chorus:
Sweet summer Spain
Things will all be so much better
I'm as mad about it as a hatter
For I'm leaving the mundane
But when crossing sweet Andorra all my tyres simulbang
Now I've got to go on walking with my gear, gerattleklang
Wooh, hooray, it's morning five, it's the end of all my strive
I have reached the Spanish border, time to find a future wife
Repeat Chorus
I find myself in prison now the customs jumped my back
For the quantity of hashish they found hidden in my pack
Now jumping backs is custom here, I find out soon enough
After food my cell is entered by twelve Spaniards, big and tough
They press me down unto the floor, they put their thingies in me
And they push until it's really sore
And when they're done they wipe 'em off and tell me I'm a whore
Sweet summer Spain
Things will all be so much better
I'm as mad about it as a hatter
For I'm dying all alone of aids