Lager drops into my gut
A dance of embrace for the kebap
Pumping my breath
To a couple of passers-by
Clouds of chilli sauce
Are blessing at night
Now the kebab is here
Our food, for a thousand years

I burp in your eyes
I vomit into your palms
I am on high in lager inside, I feel sick
I disgust you with my vibe
I harass you with my hands
And I am an embarrassment for my friends.
I will eat doner kebab for a thousand years

I know, she is my love
A bite, a fight, it is mine
I know, chilli is dripping onto my lap
I lick it in its shine

EuroNet © Chris Melville 1999