Chtos' zahrymav meni v dveri, to viter z Dzyma pusteli.
Chornyi dzef, kryvava Meri – dopinhuyut' u leheni...
Pochuttya, yak bilya kasy, do cyhan, a chy v Pampasy,
Kudy yichat', kudy bihty, rozpaplyuzyv, sviy batih ty..
V kolizanok dovhi nohy, v yichnich chlopciv – dovhi rohy.
A u mene fih v kysheni, brate, chom my ne Misheli?
A shche krashchi lyudy-yudy, v nych by rozumu nabuty.
Nosa mayu, vdachu mayu, prykro talan ne vitaye...

Pryspiv:
Miy didus' zdorovyi hluzd mav, na sovitiv vsyako-rizno hnav,
U Tatariyi Velykiy kazav: "Shcho bu zavtra – tiko duren mo znav!"

Sheretuyut', to polova, u Ruteniyi, to zmova,
Takoz metushnya-nudota, vereshchannya idiota.
Dobre zillya, v formach "Fili", "sherri, vayn" na skatertyni.
Ot vze tut i zapopsyvsya, yakshcho vchasno zaburyvsya!
U mazornomu prykydi, bilsh chymernoho ne vydiv,
Ale ves' takyi v kabluchkach, lyubov-mara – chytra suchka!
Bi-bi-si prynosyt' chvyli, hey! pochuyemos' v efiri.
Zaspivayem heroyin-rol, zasvitylo yim zyttya fol!

Pryspiv:
Shche didus', dorechnym vvazav, z Kyyeva b stolycyu zabrav.
U Zytomyr vsi b ryndzyhli znis, a komunyak na hillyaky – v lis!

Na kanapach, v dobrych pabach, dlya novoyi shlyachty labuch,
Popovi pisenky hraye, i chutro za ce bashlyaye!
Vydno panenyat z maloho, shche yak buly hydota vboha,
Shchos' take terpke prybylo, shcho y dosi ne popustylo...
Chtos' zahrymav meni v dveri, to viter z Dzyma pusteli.
Chornyi dzef, kryvava Meri – dopinhuyut' u leheni...