Vchora na parketi chtos' zabuvsya svoyi zuby
Pevno Yurik trochy vypyv i napevne znov zabude
Lampy ne svityly, bulo shche ne duze pizno
V tualeti znov misylys', to ye nashe misto

Torbych na balkoni vypyv zovsim nebahato
To dlya mene ye smertelno, yak dva palci obiscyaty
Kolonky sylno hupaly, stoyaly vsi na misci
Shklo i technolohiya, a zboku nashe misto

P’yatnycya, subota i nedilya, pornohrafiya
Bo to ye satelita, a ne prosto fotohrafiya
Knopky natyskaye Sanya Skryabin, miy kolyeha
Treba vmity natyskaty, a ne vmiyesh to ne treba

Zos'ka maye ryby i ya toze chochu maty
Ya ne budu nic robyty, budu ryby hoduvaty
Ya znayu, shcho v tistechkach mozna kozen den poyisty
Nu bo chuli tut robyty, yak to ye nashe misto