Macarena Songtext
von Great Aunt Ida

You get up and you turn things on
Ask your memory to serve you well
Which word did I get wrong and why
Someone calls and the morning′s gone
Children fighting on their way home
And the work is piling up alone

Oh night bring me relief these walls are getting ugly fast
I need a little dancing, make this macarena last


Passed the store that is up for rent
And the park where the people go
There's something calling down below

Fucking car with it′s big glass wall
Broke my wing and just drove away
The others left me here to stay

Oh night bring me relief this sidewalk isn't smooth at all
I need a little bandage, help me make it south this fall

Oh night bring me relief these walls are getting ugly fast
I need a little dancing, make this macarena last
Make this macarena last