I'm no Russian, not even Prussian Doorman at the yacht club was my one claim to fame Some say I'm nervy, hell, I'm from Jersey This chasin' money can do things to your brain
How does a shore boy like me Wind up out on the Black Sea?
Dropped out of Harvard, then joined the Coast Guard Manned a faithful fifty on a boat in Gitmo Did my duty, but missed the booty I heard that St. Barth was the place I should go
How could a coastie like me Sail off into infamy?
I couldn't surf or sing or play the guitar All I ever did was steal an oligarch's car My million dollar joy ride was not the perfect crime Those bad boys from Little Odessa don't believe in wasting time A Lamborghini Elemento ain't your average island car "Park it close," the driver told me, sounding like some kind of czar With a bucket of Cristal and devil weed inside I thought it would be crazy not to take a ride Flying through Gustavia, passing Mini Mokes Gendarmes at the roundabout didn't get the joke Speeding down the hill like a Dassault Mirage Parked it on the runway and headed for la plague
Bar on fire, den of desire Dancing on a table, she was waving me in Her name was Kira, she knew no fear-a Then introduced me to her vampirish friends
I'd never seen such a girl Was she from some future world?
Over thousand dollar vodka and kilos of caviar I told them how I'd commandeered the oligarch's car They were laughing, speaking Russian and getting over served When Kira looked at me and said, "could you take us round some curves?"
A chick drone strike is a lethal attack You never see it comin' and you can't fight back They feel entitled to all access from clubs to army camp-as If you don't believe it, ask those generals down in Tampa The KGB and coppers soon joined the chase Spectators lined the roads like a Grand Prix race Dropped the girls at Ti St. Barth to get them out of the commotion Then I missed the curve at Toiny and drove into the ocean
Underwater, my world is sinking Will I wind up like Pussy Riot, that's what I'm thinking Feeling foolish, my fate's a mystery Don't want polonium rolled up in my sushi
Oh baby Jesus, come through I am in need of rescue
Now we can't leave this white boy drowning in the dark What the hell was he thinkin', you don't fuck around with sharks Turns out the lovely Kira held a most important tool It was her daddy's Lamborghini and she saved that crazy fool
No he couldn't surf or sing or play the guitar They made an artificial reef out of the oligarch's car It was Kira, lovely Kira who got him off the hook Then they took her yacht to Istanbul just to take a look
No, I couldn't surf or sing, or play the guitar All I ever did was steal an oligarch's car My million dollar joy ride was not the perfect crime But I'm not dead, still have my head This margarita needs more limeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
