Kazik - 12 Groszy

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12 cents, just don't cry, please
12 cents, I bring them here in my teeth
12 cents, just don't cry, please
12 cents, I bring them here in my teeth
12 cents, just don't cry, please
12 cents, I bring them here in my teeth
12 cents, just don't cry, please
12 cents, I bring them here in my teeth

The partisans of Broz Tito liberated Yugoslavia
Without Soviet help, a brawl at the party
Those from the neighboring village started it, we finished it
Rambo 8 on TV – look, my dears
So I have higher education, though I didn't finish studies
Like President Kwaśniewski, Jaskiernia, guardian of righteousness
It turned out Pastor King wasn’t a Negro
Nor black – he was an African American

12 cents, just don't cry, please
12 cents, I bring them here in my teeth

One cent for the orphans, they have no father or mother
Old folks and crazies, pack your things, Bolo
The second cent for the skinny ones, they don’t eat dinner
The geezers lie drunk, I’m packing in the bathroom
The third cent for the soldiers guarding the Motherland
Pruszków versus Wołomin, the judge takes from both sides
The fourth cent for the office, they need to eat something
Dad gave a black eye for Mom’s anniversary

Not the right-wing, not liberal, not even any fascist
Cowboy ChaCha is a normal communist
America’s falling apart too, that’s another chapter
Bill Clinton smoked weed, but didn’t inhale
Now get to work, you damn slackers!
But there’s no work here, what do you say to that?
I got lost after midnight on the South Side in Chicago
My heart was in my throat, but nothing happened to me

12 cents, just don't cry, please
12 cents, I bring them here in my teeth

The fifth cent for the police, we’re living safer now
He drank a liter and stands – that’s my protégé
The sixth cent for monuments of those making history
When Magdalena drinks, she gives blow jobs to whoever
The seventh cent for the doctors, in case something bad happens
Who plays the violin best? Well, I play quite well
The eighth cent for the priest, the parish is poor
In the night store, alcohol’s sold by a wicked witch

On a school trip in the mountains, the whole class was killing wine
A bad student, a good student; boy and girl
The gym teacher gave it to the Polish teacher
She blacked out, remembers nothing
Tata 2, Tata Kazik, soon the time will come
Tata Kazik vs. Hedorah
On your knees, scumbags, Luciano Pavarotti sings
Święcicki tossed him some of my new zlotys
At weddings, people often vomit, let me tell you my friends:
A good method – drink the broth before everyone else
Sweat smells from underarms, the hall’s filthy and scary
This is how people with golden teeth have fun
And the best hairstyle, if you still don’t know:
Short in front, long in back, and mustache at the front
Scyzoryk, Scyzoryk – that’s what they call me
Rogowiecki and Brzozowicz, who know about music

12 cents, just don't cry, please
12 cents, I bring them here in my teeth

The ninth cent for my uncle, he worked hard
What kind of vegetarian eats pork chops?
The tenth cent for Jadzia, let Jadzia shove it
She has strength and untreated tonsillitis
A cent for the doorman, maybe he’ll let me into the building
Six sleepless nights, amphetamines on the market
The twelfth cent for the end I give to you
I love you, and that’s how it will stay, I love you, my darling

The whole crowd’s hammered, but work continues
Everyone’s smoking cigarettes, it’s a long topic
Sister collects actors, brother cuts out football players
And I only notice naked women, if I spot them anywhere
First “Dezerter”, then radio, “Music One”
Whoever shows up there, I don’t respect them
And the Sopot Festival, what a binge and feast
How much money to give the bum with ruined kidneys
Adamu, Adamu, always in debt
A new science fiction novel: John Paul 202
“How do your lyrics come about?” – if someone asks me like that
I’ll smack them with a shoe and finish them with a kick