nedjelja, 24.12.2006.
Sretan Božić
BOLESNA BRAĆA & TRAM 11 "BOŽIĆNA"
B.Dooks: Praporci,Djed Božićnjak
Mirišem pečenu puricu,vani hladan je zrak
Meni je crnjak,vidim Bizzo ima bijelu kosu
Smrznula mu se voda u nosu k`o sibirskom losu
Bizzo: Ja sam gladan k`o pas,gmižem gradom k`o gmaz
Tjera me Deda Mraz,svi se smiju na sav glas
I viču:/mama gledaj,iz "Čiče miče" stričeka/
Pješke hoda gradom jel nema ni za fićeka
B.Dooks:Bolesna braća-bolesna od prehlade
Hans Christian Andersen i ja žicamo šibice
Daleko je toplo ljeto,pečene ribice
Daleko je sarma,vanilin-kiflice
Bizzo: Samo božićna jelka i crno-bijela telka
Blagdanska zeka-peka,želja mi je vel`ka
Da platim grijanje-škvadra ide na skijanje
Sanjam pečenog vola i jedem mrvice sa stola
B.Dooks:Za Božićno veče osjetih veliku tugu
Doš`o žicat poklon-otjerali me k`o šugu
Bizzo: Pričam lovačke priče,u džepu niti siće
SKUPA: Čestit Božić svima-koliko vas ima
refrain/Baby Dooks/:
Zvončići zvone zvon-zvon
Crkvena zvona idu din-don
Razbio me Djed Mraz pras-pras
Urlik`o na sav glas-kradeš i žicaš
#Dame i gospodo-Tram 11 /jao što je hladno/#
G.Woo: Kupim čikove po podu,samo pijem vodu
Smrdim po jodu,na ledu padam za slobodu
Tan-sre žić-Bo,šake mi prozirne
Kradem po gradu,umjesto deke imam novine
Doma nazovi me-kontejner 98
Smrznuta njonja,nemam jaknu,bos sam
Imam 8 majica,4 su sa rupama
Ruke u zrak ako spavate na klupama
A onda miči ruke sa lijeva na desno
Sve nas je više,buraz,mora biti tijesno
Target:Pričam priču o mladiću kak brije na ovom Božiću
Urokan u piću ispred crkve žica siću
U laganoj vesti uživa u božjoj pjesmi
I slavi,bez kape na glavi građane gnjavi
Da mu daju da se zgrije,al` ne daju mu jer pije
Pa je samo još jedan kaj brije jer sretan nije
Al` anđeo iz zbora stavi ruku na stvora
I otvori mu vrata svog dvora-božja žnjora
I reče da nestat će noćnih mora
Za kraj priče iz knjige kaj sam dobil ispod
bora
/refrain/
#Šta si dobio za Božić na poklon?#
%Ja nisam bio dobar pa sam od krastavaca kiselih vodu
dobio.I koru od narandže.A ti šta si dobio?%
#Ja sam dobio samo od braće i tramovaca neku
glupu foru.#
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