That's how they do it in Warsaw. X3
They take all the money, put it in a big pot,
pass it around just like they used to
in Poland.

There's how they do it in Warsaw,
bent over backwards and slack-jawed.
Slathered in a kapusta with a shot of krupnik,
nie ma majtki with a soggy bread stick
in Poland.

Everybody does it.
Everybody needs it.
Everybody sells it.

That's how they do it in Warsaw.
I'll show you the glories of coleslaw.
Fiddling with the fish nets, pushing rope on the
riverboat.
He still does it
[Even though it ain't good for ya...].
Who drowned the goat?

You picked a good time to protest
this armies' drunken advances.
Swift kick me, Kasia,
under the checkered table cloth.
We still do it
even though we ain't susposed ta.
In Poland.

Every body does it.
Every body shakes it.
Every body sells it.

Red fisted captain with the long arm of the law.
Black metal banking up and down the hall.
We've got a secret.
We've got a secret.
We've got a secret
from them all
in Poland
That's how they do it in Warsaw. X2



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