Текст песни Goodfellas - Мой мистер Фанк

I went outside without keys
I don't care what will be late
My body goes forward like a tank
In my head is a dictator, my Mr. Funk!

Put the compotes on the hoods
Take your hands out of your pants, tear off their work
Pull out your ears, clean the drum.
Says the dictator, my Mr. Funk!

My muscle tone
Lives in the brain and poisons opus
Anyone who does not know what is more important
Be firmer or dissolve in a sphere

Che Guevara insists you - fight to the end
You will be offered Makarevich - a dish of tuna
Yakubovich will tell you - spin the drum
You shouted "blow up the tanks!" - your Mr. Funk !!