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On the previous night I was with this girl Anna
In the morning, as always, I went home by car
And as always, I lighted me up some marijuana,
Cuz without it, it's not fun travelling that far.
Oh my joint, jointy joint, oh my jolly lil' joint,
I light me another as soon as one's gone,
Then I suddenly find I'm pulled over by a cop-
"Help us," he says, "Help us, or we're done."
He says: "Our car is broken, the motor is gone
You must take us in tow, or you'll go under lock,"
So I answer, "Not a problem, so keep your shirt on,
I'll just use my Volvo to tow your old crock."
So that's when those asses tagged along, folks,
And my Volvo was cruising at 30 miles an hour,
Right about there I also lost count of my smokes,
One joint is good - but ten have more power!
Oh my joint, jointy joint, oh my jolly lil' joint,
I lit me another, as if they were free,
I looked over my shoulder - Oh Allah, help me!
A police car behind me! Cops? Where'd they come from?
So I hit the gas, but they didn't leave me be,
so it's certain! They really were after me!
They didn't lag behind, though I used my horse powers,
And they turned on their siren, at 90 an hour.
All the other cars shunned us like we had the plague.
At a hundred and fourty I decided to get rough.
Though I couldn't outrun them bloody snakes -
In the 'hood I could easily shake them off!
All the footfolk screamed, as they jumped aside,
Oh where did these cops learn to drive anyway?
They missed a turn about five hundred times,
And they crashed into every fence on the way.
They finally let go only in the fourth hour,
Hah! At this I'm a pro, couldn't they tell?
So I light up a joint and I get out of the car,
Cuz license plates sure's'hell don't change themselves!
And that's when I saw it - what had transpired?
It looked like my car had grown out a tail!
And so I looked closer, and I saw a wire,
with a bumper attached. Aye, I should've bailed.
But I didn't, and the cops took my license and Volvo,
and two whole pounds of pot, stupid cops,
you can't trust anyone these days, y'know?
(translation by me of a song by Krasnaya Plesen')
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(VISITOR) AUTHOR'S NAME
Selma
MESSAGE TIMESTAMP
31 march 2009, 00:34:14
AUTHOR'S IP LOGGED
77.251.150.41
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