I take all my money and I go to the bar i don't want to get drunk but I always go too far Time is out I start to shout Kicked out on the street but I don't land on my feet The last bus has left long ago I'm laying on the ground The rain is pouring down I'm freezing as hell I have a broken head Wrooom wrooom wrooom, where's my motorbed? Where is my motorbed???? With the sound of the wind it comes flying for me To rescue me from my drunken misery A nice warm bed with satin sheets I'm fed with tropical fruits By bikini babes who warm my feet I'm taking off leaving the losers behind It finds the way home by itself So I can just lay back and relax I love my motorbed In my motorbed I am the king You are rotting on the pavementTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
