Текст песни Live Fast... Die Young

[Originally by The Violators]

Boy with no name, he was only 18
Never lughed to much
Hated the monarchy
Yes he hated the queen
Real antisocial and he acted real mean
Was he in a dream?
Dowsing her lights was in
In his dreams

Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey
Rumpa, rumpa
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey
Rumpa, rumpa

So full of hate and full of fury
To tell you a story
You could say
He was a one man jury
Catalogue of anger posted through your door
Your door, your door, your door
A chance would come to even the score

Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey
Rumpa, rumpa
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey
Rumpa, rumpa

Stole a gun and he stole a carDevotchkas - Live Fast... Die Young - http://ru.motolyrics.com/devotchkas/live-fast-die-young-lyrics.html
Oh boy, oh boy
With a pretty dolly he would go far
Down to london where the bright lights are
Lights are, lights are, lights are
And i said
The mission his decision

Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey
Rumpa, rumpa
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey
Rumpa, rumpa

He took out the gun
On that fateful day
The winds blew cold, the sky was grey
He pointed the gun
And then he pulled the trigger
The message that he would now deliver

Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey
Rumpa, rumpa
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey
Rumpa, rumpa
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey
Rumpa, rumpa
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey
Rumpa, rumpa

("hey tom, could we do the rumpa's again?")