I am a slave under the clan of spicy food My name is Mutanga and I cook all day long I cook for my family, I cook for my enemies But whatever I cook there's always one thing wrong
More garlic My mom's moustache is bigger than my dad's More garlic You cannot use enough
Our country is covered with garlic clouds Garlic gives us strength and a reason to live Achmed Abdul ride the arabian bull Garlic in my mouth the scent is in your nose
More garlic All relatives live in the same house More garlic Eat garlic and be cool
More garlic My mom's moustache is bigger than my dad's More garlic You cannot use enoughTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.