Csabba Csabba Csabba
you're an old fart now
and maybe your facial hair
will finally start to grow
/that's actually only a graphic poem, for it does not rhyme when read out loud/
Csabba Csabba Csabba
you and your so-cool bass
I hope you'll never leave us
or run 'way without a trace
/sounds like a kindergarden kid's average work/
Csabba Csabba Csabba
don't care bout your luck with girls
though it may seem to not exist
it 's not the worst possible curse
/I´m only warming up/
Csabba Csabba Csabba
well I know your english sucks
so this verses can suck too
I'll make you sure they rock
Csabba Csabba Csabba
you and four strings of yours
for someone maybe insufficient
I think it could be worse
Csabba Csabba Csabba
don't care they say you're lame
cause even if you really were
we're actually the same
Csabba Csabba Csabba
the best bassist around
I bet he must have sold his soul
to get this awesome sound
Csabba Csabba Csabba
forgive me for this thing
my ego thought I am a poet
but suckers - I'm their king
Csabba Csabba Csabba
finally this horror ends
it might not 've been a piece of art
but it was a gift from friends!
HAPPY 19th B-DAY! ♥
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