LYRICS

“It should call, flight Sofia-Chicago!”

I was a guard in the prison, then in the Interior Ministry Major,
driver and I was a coach, a circus juggler America.
soloist I am of chorus, then became a waiter,
was film understudy and opera prompter.

chorus: (x2)
Pert-Shiki-Shiki-Shack, Chick-Chiki-Chiki-right,
ex, Chicago, ah, desire.
Pert-Shiki-Shiki-Shack, Chick-Chiki-Chiki-right,
of the mountain I took.

Bachka maina and mechanic, bought a baby bike,
then fuck pimp, new boyfriend, new partner.
Madonna was mankyor that tried and boxer,
with panther slept Senor, Madonna pimp.

Chorus: (x2)

Maina, Main mind lost, mafia sojourned,
of Creole hammered, living people there saw.
Ochin salts, Ochin Buha, ending hit of the century,
colorful dream dreams, to Bulgaria fly.

Chorus: (x2)