Sovietoblaster

The wheels go round

the beat goes faster

It's my favourite tune on the Sovietoblaster!

And everyone here drinks vodka and beer

And the dancing queen of Kiev

Ukraine

Drives every boy insane!

A crazy professor

With a bag full of food

His 18-year old daughter

(She looks so good!)

A fat businessman

With a unique hairstyle

A contract killer -

(You have to see him smile!)

He's so proud of his gun

Showing it to everyone

On his mobilephone

He's got a picture of his son

There's a mormon preacher -

Black suit and a tie

The train left the station

Kiev

goodbye!

Let's introduce ourselves - we're sitting on a train

That takes us to Berlin from Ukraine

The wheels go round

the beat goes faster

It's my favourite tune on the Sovietoblaster!

And everyone here drinks vodka and beer

And the dancing queen of Kiev

Ukraine

Drives every boy insane!

From Ukraine with love

I'm like a spy on a mission in a

Palace on wheels

With no air conditioner

It's hot as hell

But we don't care

We have two days

And one night to spare

Our small compartment's

Like a telephone cell

Everyone here

Has stories to tell

We are in no hurry

We've got plenty of time

Tell me your lifestory

I'll tell you mine

Another round of drinks

Now take out your guitar

There's a party

In the dining car!

I once used to live here

Now I came back

For these old soviet records

Now they are all in my bag -

Dozens of vinyls

As heavy as bricks

Bringing death to DJs

With all their tricks!

Forget your Top 10!

I've got some LPs

That are 100 times funkier

Than Black Eyed Peas!

Crazy balalaikas from

Nineteen Sixty-Five!

You've been dreaming to hear it

All of your life!

When there's no wodka left

What shall we do

my friends?

Lets forget our troubles

And dance!