[Motyw Przewodni: Only Fools and Horses] Stick a pony in me pocket, I'll fetch the suitcase from the van, 'Cause if you want the best ones But you don't ask questions, Then, brother, I'm your man!
'Cause where it all comes from is a mystery, It's like the changing of the seasons and the tides of the sea, But here's the one that's driving me berserk: Why do only fools and horses work?
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la…
[Motyw Końcowy: Hooky Street] We've got some half-price cracked ice And miles and miles of carpet tiles, TVs, deep freeze and David Bowie LPs, Ball games, gold chains, what's-names And at a push some Trevor Francis track suits From a mush in Shepherds' Bush, Bush, Bush, Bush, Bush, Bush, Bush, Bush
No income tax, no VAT, No money back, and no guarantee, Black or white, rich or poor, We'll cut prices at a stroke!
God bless Hooky Street! Viva Hooky Street Long live Hooky Street C'est magnifique, Hooky Street Magnifique, Hooky StreetTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
