Текст песни Пол Читает Смита - Англоман

My friend is angroman -
Knows a lot of fun words.
My friend is angroman -
She sees the meaning in the interpretation of dreams.

He is in the evenings drinking scotch by the fireplace,
Having wrapped in a tweed plaid.
He loves Yets and Brian
And wears a gun with you.

My friend is angroman -
He has English Bulldog.
My friend is angroman -
From fog in the life of the Obrog.

Its sick of French novels,
He despises a vice.
He is only its among the angles,
The polite and strict are emphasized.

My friend is angroman -
He is in the soul of Politekon.
My friend is angroman -
He with Tony Blair and Thatcher sign.

When rains, he puts on Rhinekut,
Defense on autumn foliage.
And it is splin, and this is just a reason,
And rain in his head.

And so after year
In cigar smoke and in darkness,
He knows that he is alone,
But this is scary to admit yourself.

When the arrows are closed at midnight,
And fear purses the house
And only Scotch comes to help,
And only Smith - in brown hands.

My friend is angroman -
in the morning purely shall
and fresh .........