LYRICS

Blouse and thin, buttocks from outside,
three pounds boobs like watermelons. (X2)

Tis is s my waitress drink beer it Zagorka,
Macarena, though. (X2)

The most love in the morning, as soon as I was drunk,
to eat I tripe with a lot of garlic in rathskeller. (X2)

Chorus (x2) Oi
you my waitress, pour it into a Zagorka,
Macarena, Macarena.

‘Tis a brother Oriental, Europe Nee we gale.
Italians and French only eat pork cheeks. (X2)

Chorus (x2) Oi
you my waitress, pour it into a Zagorka,
Macarena, Macarena.