RotFront - Sovietoblaster lyrics

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 Kiev, 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 k**er - (You have to see him smile!) He's so proud of his gun Showing it to everyone On his mobilephone He's got a picture of his son There's a mormon preacher - Black suit and a tie The train left the station Kiev, 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 Kiev, 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've got plenty of time Tell me your lifestory I'll tell you mine Another round of drinks Now take out your guitar There's a party In the dining car! I once used to live here Now I came back For these old soviet records Now they are all in my bag - Dozens of vinyls As heavy as bricks Bringing d**h to DJs With all their tricks! Forget your Top 10! I've got some LPs That are 100 times funkier Than Black Eyed Peas! Crazy balalaikas from Nineteen Sixty-Five! You've been dreaming to hear it All of your life! When there's no wodka left What shall we do, my friends? Lets forget our troubles And DANCE!