Den xreiazontai polla pragmata... Ena til. me ton erevo ligo meta to ksipnima kai to kainourgio videaki twn THEWN Blodhound Gang. Jimmy Pop, skise na allaksw rafti, kai antamoivi egw ta xalw me ton kantilanafti!
Up to the high mountains, somewhere in nothern greece
where there's no aids,there is no war, there's just vucolian peace
live two strange vucolians, they have 300 sheeps,
They smoke grass and kick some ass out in vucolian streets.
The one trinks all the milk, so they 're broke all the time
the other one is lazy, he doesn't give a dime
Two goats are their girlfriends, four dogs security
And so they live, and terrorise the sheppard's minority.
Bridge: If you are think you can fool them,
take a piece of advice,
because if they get you,
that will be not so nice.
Refr: Cause they are brute vucolians, they 'll find the solution
they carry out their rifles and scream "In Name of Evolution!"
They shoot to hit your sorry ass, so if you want to try
Remember: a cartridge .32 will bring tears to your eyes.
But if you think, they have no interest
they just waste their lives,
then you are wrong, and that the proof
it is before your eyes.
The one vucolian plays the bass and writes some funny lyrics,
The other, which is the handsome one, makes six-string gimmicks.
So dear fellows, that is the call,
if you tired of the city,
your girlfriend is nightmare,
your boss is pretty crappy..
Have no fear, and join with us,
we always need some people
to clean the cave and feed the sheeps,
not too much, but a little...
