Let me talk to you, everything, everything, everything goes, everything is a phase, brother
Soon we will storm the big world
With an elite chain, 18 that bark
Put on your wrist a Breitling, how about it? Is it good?
Of a Bausch & Lomb magnifying glass, white bombete and wine
Champagne for the air, which is to open our paths
Poor is the devil, I hate ostentation
You can laugh, laugh, but don't disbelieve not
It's just a matter of time, the end of suffering
A toast to the warriors, I'm sorry, Joe Commoner