Oh show me the way to the next vodka bar
Oh, don’t ask why
Oh, don’t ask why
Oh show me the way to the next vodka bar
Tonight we’re gonna die
It’s evolution maybe
The slang of slums
My heart is ready, so are your hams
I have a strong delusion
Of getting high
By single repetition
Tonight we’re gonna die
Oh, show me the way to the next little girl
Oh, don’t ask why
Oh, don’t ask why
Oh, show me the way to the next little girl
Tonight we’re gonna die