Sitting in that Zoner's chair,
Ya-la-la-la-laaaaa-aaaaaa.
Wearing that Zoner's wear,
Ya-la-la-la-laaaaa-aaaaaa.
Eating that Zoner's food,
Ya-la-la-la-laaaaa-aaaaaa.
Being all day in Zoner's mood,
Ya-la-la-la-laaaaa-aaaaaa.
Sleeping in that Zoner's tent,
Ya-la-la-la-laaaaa-aaaaaa.
Where to hell my amigos went?
Ya-la-la-la-laaaaa-aaaaaa.
Whereeee, oooo, wheeereee
all my hermanos wee-eent?
They went all to work,
man saaaaaaaaaays.
Don't be sucha dork,
man saaaaaaaaaays.
They are in new factories,
Making better sausages,
To feed a mighty Empire,
To grow even mucho higher.
Just you laying here,
man saaaaaaaaaays.
Do you have any fear,
man saaaaaaaaaays.
They now have for beer,
man saaaaaaaaaays.
And you? Dooooo youuuuuu?
*song ends (finally)*
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