Maniaq

(Ian Hunter)

Its such a terrible shame it was only a game
Then her brothers found out seven Johnny be Goode's
We was only pretending at mummys and daddys
They totally misunderstood
Oh what a terrible plight what a terrible fight
It was too much to bear her father said 'ere
I think you better sign it's a letter designed
To have you married by the first of the year
Get the Justice of the Peace
Get the Justice get the Justice of the Peace
Oh Get the Justice of the Peace
Get the Justice get the Justice of the Peace

If you want to play with fire
You'll get yourself burned
I was messing with the ashes
But look at how it turned out
Get the Justice of the Peace
Get the Justice get the Justice of the Peace

Oh what a terrible waste such a shocking disgrace
To give me away I'm too young to die
A shotgun wedding heading straight for the sky
And I'm shy Mary Ellen I'm shy y y y
Get the Justice of the Peace
Get the Justice I'll get the Justice of the Peace
Come On!
Get the Justice of the Peace
Get the Justice I'll get the Justice of the Peace

When your chips go down
You came on the dice
Forget the Mississippi
Take some friendly advice

Get the Justice of the Peace
I'll Get the Justice I'll get the Justice of the Peace
(Give it to me old chum)
Get the Justice of the Peace
Get the Justice I'll get the Justice of the Peace
Get the Justice of the Peace
Get the Justice I'll get the Justice of the Peace
If you want to play with fire
You'll get yourself burned
And I was messing with the ashes
And look at how it turned out
I'll Get the Justice get the Justice of the Peace
I'll Get the Justice I'll get the Justice of the Peace
I'll Get the Justice get the Justice of the Peace
I'll Get the Justice I'll get the Justice of the Peace
I'll Get the Justice get the Justice of the Peace
I'll Get the Justice I'll get the Justice of the Peace
I'll Get the Justice get the Justice of the Peace
I'll Get the Justice I'll get the Justice of the Peace

Majorka, lotnisko. Z samolotu wysiada "nowy Ruski": obwieszony zlotem i pilnowany przez dwoch goryli. Na ramieniu niesie narty.
- Przepraszam ale szanowny pan chyba sie pomylil - zwraca mu uwage pracownik lotniska - Tu u nas, na Majorce, jest goraco, tu nie ma sniegu.
Rosjanin usmiecha sie cynicznie.
- Spakojno, grazdanin, moj snieg przyleci nastepnym.

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