Kinyitod a szemed – elvánszorogsz a hifiládáig … betolod, hogy
Track 1
“People ask the question… what’s a RocknRolla? And I tell ‘em – it’s not about drums, drugs, and hospital drips, oh no. There’s more there than that, my friend. We all like a bit of the good life – some the money, some the drugs, other the sex game, the glamour, or the fame. But a RocknRolla, oh, he’s different. Why? Because a real RocknRolla wants the fucking lot.”
aztán jön a a Track 2 és ez már hangosan kell (szomszédok: szarügy)
Now, when I was a little boy
At the age of five
I had somethin’ in my pocket
Keeps a lot of folks alive
Now I’m a man
Turnin’ twenty one
You know, baby
We can have a lot of fun
I’m a man
I spell M-A-N
Woah, I’m a man
All you pretty women
Standin’ in line
I can make a love to you, baby
In an hours time
I’m a man
I spell M-A-N
Woah, I’m a man
Goin’ back down
To Kansas town
To bring back the second cousin
Little Johnny the Conqueroo
I’m a man
I spell M-A-N
Woah, I’m a man
The line I shoot
Will never miss
The way I make love to ‘em
They can’t resist
I’m a man
I spell M-A-N
Woah, I’m a man
Woah, I’m a man
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NNnnna kerítek inget, gatyát és irány a bringatároló … ma tekerni kell egy nagyot