Watch your back,
Here's maniac's trap.
He'll be waiting for you,
You will hide.
All the beauties have lost their charms,
All the gangsters have lost their arms.
Soon he'll get us,
But it is not surprise.
Just a pair of guys, a pair of young goodbyes.
He’ll be catching your hide for his furs,
He’ll be hanging those furs on his hook.
And the border will lost its control,
While his puns slips down a thigh.
Soon he'll get us
But it is no surprise.
Just a pair of guys, a pair of young goodbyes