Текст песни физруку - ШАЛАНДЫ. ПОЛНЫЕ КЕФАЛИ

Tossing and jump force,
And pressing for the hundredth time.
On the hundred-meter race all driven,
We do not even rise to the class.
Oh, dear teachers,
Already ten years, all we ask of you.
We hurt so much leg
Well, pity the poor us!

Chorus:
We so dearly love gymnastics,
Though it is hard for us.
She corrects us figure
If you do not matted fool.
We will install all the records,
And take all the prizes themselves.
Here are just Wait obuem feet
Let us span blue pants.
As otorvёmsya from the bench,
We did not really catch up with one ...
Ah, something we are dreaming,
Let's go home, take a coat!

Chorus.

Oh, dear exercise,
To you we reach the soul,
But straining muscles -
It works for us so big!
Oh, physical education will not forget
We have never and would,
And you and I will be healthy
More years, probably a hundred.

Chorus.