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I take all my money and I go to the bar

i don't want to get drunk but I always go too far

Time is out I start to shout

Kicked out on the street but I don't land on my feet

The last bus has left long ago

I'm laying on the ground

The rain is pouring down I'm freezing as hell

I have a broken head

Wrooom wrooom wrooom, where's my motorbed?

Where is my motorbed????

With the sound of the wind it comes flying for me

To rescue me from my drunken misery

A nice warm bed with satin sheets

I'm fed with tropical fruits

By bikini babes who warm my feet

I'm taking off leaving the losers behind

It finds the way home by itself

So I can just lay back and relax

I love my motorbed

In my motorbed I am the king

You are rotting on the pavement