Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba, ba
Ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba, ba, ba, ba, ba
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba, ba, ba
Ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba, ba, ba, ba
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba, ba, ba, ba
Ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba, ba, ba, ba, ba
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba, ba, ba
Ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba, ba, ba, ba
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba
Ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba, ba, ba, ba
All these rocky mountains
To play five songs and drink some more
And fall asleep
Getting taped by locals
Don't have the nerve
To ask for food and die of thirst
In the backseats of rented wrecks
Let's hope this wheels got what it takes to care us home
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba, ba, ba, ba
Ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba, ba, ba, ba, ba
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba, ba, ba
Ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba, ba, ba, ba
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba
Ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba, ba, ba, ba
Backdrops made of denim
Teacher sailsman and the followers it brings
Single package systems
Saw DJ's and you know the riot that-that brings
I wanna' turn all their dancefloors into a burning inferno of ba-ba
I play the piano and I've played the guitar
I've played on clubs and I've played it in bars
I visit your city, and I slept on your floors
I borowed your swings and I've heard you're hardcore
All the scores of the C to the A and the Youth of Today
And it's beautiful
Still I can't get enough of it
Did you see me eating frosties from your fridge?
And the rice cookies you never ate
We're all gone when you went into the kitchen
Aah-ha-ha
Aah-ha-ha
Aah-ha-ha
Aah-ha-ha
Haa-haa, haa-haa, haa-haa
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