I'm a [bad word] #39;s son of a [bad word] #39;s son
Who himself was a son of a priest
My mother was a [bad word] and her mother was too
I'm a bit of a beast

If you got kids and leave them in the back
'cause you think I cook 'em on Fridays
I'm telling you lies, check out my eyes
Take a look, they're really smiling

(CH.:) We're piece of outer view
You can see in us what you want to
Are you beauty, are you beast?
Is this West or is this East?
Is this West or is this East

I bet your wife, sir (...)
(..) which one was nicer
Bet it was me, 'cause I'm so y
End up the song, she could prove me wrong

You take my time, I take your money
You can have my soul, 'cause I think that's funny
You take my time, I will take your money
Kids can stay, don't tell your mommy

(CH.)

 [bad word] with love we bring you the fair
(.. congo) what do you care
(.. ) I don't think so
Look at lovely Lola (... she's going)

You take my time, I take your money
You can have my soul, 'cause I think that's funny