On this rocky mountains
To play five songs and drink some more and fall asleep
Getting taped by locals
Don't have the nerve to ask for food and die of thirst
In the backseats of rented wrecks
Let's hope this wheels got what it takes to care us home

Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba

Backdrops made of denim
Teacher sailsman and the follow verses it brings
Single package systems
Saw DJ's and you know the riot that that brings
I wanna turn their dancefloors into a burning inferno of Ba-Ba

I play the piano and I play the guitar
I've played it in clubs and I've played it in bars
I visit your city and I slept on your floors
I borowed your swings and I've heard you're hardcore
On the scores of the C to the A and the youth of today
And it's beautiful

Still I can't get enough of it
Did you see me eating frosties from your fridge?
And the rice cookies you never ate
They're all gone with the wedding to the kitchen