• KARAOKE
• POLSKIE PIOSENKI
• TABULATURY
• TEKSTY
• TABELE AKORDÓW
• GITAROWO
• WYJNIA
• POLECAJĄ
• ŚPIEWAJĄ
• STROIMY GITARĘ
• KUPUJEMY GITARĘ

In the land of grey and pink where only boy-scouts
stop to think They'll be coming back again, those
nasty grumbly grimblies And they're climbing down
your chimney, yes they're trying to get in Come to
take your money - isn't it a sin, they're so thin
? They've black buckets in the sky, don't leave
your dad in the rain Cigarettes burn bright
tonight, they'll all get washed down the drain

So we'll sail away for just one day to the land
where the punk weed grows Won't need any money,
just fingers and your toes And when it's dark our
boat will park on a land of warm and green Pick
our fill of punk weed and smoke it till we bleed,
that's all we'll need While sailing back in
morning light, we'll wash our teeth in the sea And
when the day gets really bright, we'll go to sea
drinking tea

So we'll sail away for just one day to the land
where the punk weed grows Won't need any money,
just fingers and your toes And when it's dark our
boat will park on a land of warm and green Pick
our fill of punk weed and smoke it till we bleed,
that's all we'll need They've black buckets in the
sky, don't leave your dad in the rain Cigarettes
burn bright tonight, they'll all get washed down the drain