Adanedhel

Още нещо от поредицата стихове/песни, които предизвикват я усмивка, я те карат да се замислиш, я нещо друго..  Следният текст от песен на Франк Запа, озаглавен “Във Франция” и принадлежи към първата категория. (да не се обиждат франкофоните):

In France

Playin’ in a tent
Is payin’ the rent
If you poot you’re a civilian,
It’s a major event
In France
Way down in France
Way on down
Way on down
In France

The girls is all salty
The boys is all sweet
The food ain’t too shabby,
An’ they piss in the street
Down In France
Way down in France
Way on down
Way on down
In France

They got the diseases
Like you ain’t never seen
They got a mystery blow-job;
turn your peter green
In France
Way down in France
Way on down
Way on down
In France

They got some coffee,
Eatin’ right through the cup,
An’ when you go ka-ka
They make you stand up
Down In France
Way down in France
Way on down
Way on down
In France

If you’re not careful,
You’ll stick to your sheets
You’ll smell like a native
For a couple of weeks
Down In France
Way down in France
Way on down
Way on down
In France

We cannot wait
Till we go back
It gets so exciting
When the poodles ‘react’
In France
Way down in France
Way on down
Way on down
In France

Never try to get
yo’ peter sucked
In France