Tko li to poviruje kroz ovo čudo? Borg? Priča ide ovako: Nekada davno...
...u bunkeru od kamena, u sjeni smokava, u dolini Neretve (a povremeno u Lapadskoj uvali u Dubrovniku) stanovahu diktator (Saddam, crnka, voli cipele fetišistički, utjelovljenje dobrote i savršenstva), mudro dijete (Kaya, vječno mladog izgleda, rusofilka-ponosna šminkerica), kontraspijunka bravarka (LaMargot-wannabe akcijska junakinja, profesionalna vrcačica od crvene kemijske) i mesožderka oka krvava (Hijena-naša draga sex bomba velikih apetita i još većih dimenzionalnh očekivanja:-)))
Da sam prazna glava, potpuno zdrava
Ne bih više nikad učio za badava
Samo onol'ko, kol'ko mi treba
Da još ostanem paf od tolikog neba
Da se mogu kao nekad, vratiti na početak
I biti onaj isti bahati dječak
Ne bih forsir'o neki ležeran stil
Niti se trudio da uklopim
Moj svijet u ovaj svijet
Moje snove u raspored
Riskirao bih svaki pokušaj
Da zadržim taj osjećaj
E'o 1 koja mi je na ovaj petak baš legla
As I was a going over Gillgarry Mountain,
I spied Colonel Farrell and his money he was countin'.
First I drew me pistol and then I drew me rapier,
Sayin' stand and deliver for I am your bold receiver.
cho: Well shirigim duraham da
Wack fall the daddy oh, wack fall the daddy oh
There's whiskey in the jar.
He counted out his money and it made a pretty penny,
I put it in me pocket to take home to darling' Jenny.
She sighed and swore she loved me and never would deceive me
But the devil take the women for they always lie so easy.
I went into me chamber all for to take a slumber
To dream of gold and girls and of course it was no wonder.
Me Jenny took me charges and she filled them up with water,
Called on colonel Farrell to get ready for the slaughter.
Next morning early before I rose to travel,
There came a band of footmen and likewise Colonel Farrell.
I goes to draw me pistol for she'd stole away me rapier,
but a prisoner I was taken I couldn't shoot the water.
They put me into jail with a judge all a writin'
For robbing Colonel Farrell on Gilgarry Mountain.
But they didn't take me fists so I knocked the jailer down,
And bid a farewell to this tight fisted town.
I'd like to find me brother the one that's in the army,
I don't know where he's stationed in Cork or in Killarney.
Together we'd go roving o'r the mountains of Killkenney,
And I swear he'd treat me better than me darling' sporting Jenny.
There's some takes delight in the carriages and rolling,
Some takes delight in the hurley or the bowlin'.
But I takes delight in the juice of the barley,
Courting pretty maids in the mourning oh so early.