Sovietoblaster Songtext
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Sovietoblaster Songtext
The wheels go round, the beat goes faster
It′s my favourite tune on the Sovietoblaster
And everyone here drinks vodka and beer
And the dancing queen of Kyiv, Ukraine drives every boy insane
A crazy professor with a bag full of food
His 18-year-old daughter, she looks so good
A fat businessman with a unique hairstyle
A contract killer, you have to see him smile
He's so proud of his gun, showing it to everyone
On his mobile phone, he′s got a picture of his son
There's a Mormon preacher, black suit and a tie
The train's leaving the station, Kyiv, goodbye
Let′s introduce ourselves, we′re sitting on a train
That takes us to Berlin from Ukraine
The wheels go round, the beat goes faster
It's my favourite tune on the Sovietoblaster
And everyone here drinks vodka and beer
And the dancing queen of Kyiv, Ukraine drives every boy insane
From Ukraine with love, I′m like a spy on a mission
In a palace on wheels with no air conditioner
It's hot as hell, but we don′t care
We have two days, and one night to spare
Our small compartment's like a telephone cell
Everyone here has stories to tell
We are in no hurry, we got plenty of time
Tell me your life story, I′ll tell you mine
Another round of drinks, now take out your guitar
There's a party in the dining car (the dining car)
The wheels go round, the beat goes faster
It's my favourite tune on the Sovietoblaster
And everyone here drinks vodka and beer
And the dancing queen of Kyiv, Ukraine drives every boy insane
I once used to live here, now I came back for these old soviet records
Now they′re all in my bag
Dozens of vinyls as heavy as bricks, bringing death to DJs with all their tricks
Forget your top ten, I′ve got some LPs that are hundred times funkier than Black Eyed Peas
Crazy balalaikas from 1995, you've been dreaming to hear it all of your life
When there′s no vodka left, what shall we do, my friends?
Let's forget our troubles and dance
The wheels go round, the beat goes faster
My favourite tune on the Sovietoblaster
And everyone here drinks vodka and beer
And the dancing queen of Kyiv, Ukraine drives every boy insane
The wheels go round, the beat goes faster
It′s my favourite tune on the Sovietoblaster
And everyone here drinks vodka and beer
And the dancing queen of Kyiv, Ukraine drives every boy insane
It′s my favourite tune on the Sovietoblaster
And everyone here drinks vodka and beer
And the dancing queen of Kyiv, Ukraine drives every boy insane
A crazy professor with a bag full of food
His 18-year-old daughter, she looks so good
A fat businessman with a unique hairstyle
A contract killer, you have to see him smile
He's so proud of his gun, showing it to everyone
On his mobile phone, he′s got a picture of his son
There's a Mormon preacher, black suit and a tie
The train's leaving the station, Kyiv, goodbye
Let′s introduce ourselves, we′re sitting on a train
That takes us to Berlin from Ukraine
The wheels go round, the beat goes faster
It's my favourite tune on the Sovietoblaster
And everyone here drinks vodka and beer
And the dancing queen of Kyiv, Ukraine drives every boy insane
From Ukraine with love, I′m like a spy on a mission
In a palace on wheels with no air conditioner
It's hot as hell, but we don′t care
We have two days, and one night to spare
Our small compartment's like a telephone cell
Everyone here has stories to tell
We are in no hurry, we got plenty of time
Tell me your life story, I′ll tell you mine
Another round of drinks, now take out your guitar
There's a party in the dining car (the dining car)
The wheels go round, the beat goes faster
It's my favourite tune on the Sovietoblaster
And everyone here drinks vodka and beer
And the dancing queen of Kyiv, Ukraine drives every boy insane
I once used to live here, now I came back for these old soviet records
Now they′re all in my bag
Dozens of vinyls as heavy as bricks, bringing death to DJs with all their tricks
Forget your top ten, I′ve got some LPs that are hundred times funkier than Black Eyed Peas
Crazy balalaikas from 1995, you've been dreaming to hear it all of your life
When there′s no vodka left, what shall we do, my friends?
Let's forget our troubles and dance
The wheels go round, the beat goes faster
My favourite tune on the Sovietoblaster
And everyone here drinks vodka and beer
And the dancing queen of Kyiv, Ukraine drives every boy insane
The wheels go round, the beat goes faster
It′s my favourite tune on the Sovietoblaster
And everyone here drinks vodka and beer
And the dancing queen of Kyiv, Ukraine drives every boy insane
Writer(s): Yuriy Gurzhy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
