Smarkatch

Brother, our singing is like an alarm ringing We have words at the ready as if something's going wrong Daddies of the girls, they don't like us singers They don't give a damn about our fancy footwork (Our fancy footwork, our fancy footwork) Smarkatch (Ukrainian, Ukrainian) Of course you can try take a treat through her mother Enlighten her nostalgia for a little flame But that my friends can also get oh so very fatal [Unverified] I remember [unverified] And everybody knows Smarkatch (Ukrainian, Ukrainian) Smarkatch (Ukrainian, Ukrainian) So Daddy, dear Mister, I am a family trickster And on your place, I would be watching twice as much But woah, we'll always be winning And just standing feeding pigeons on the Brighton beach boardwalk And everybody knows Smarkatch (Ukrainian, Ukrainian) Smarkatch (Ukrainian, Ukrainian)