I'm a real dum-dum, I'm a son of a gun I was born to run, but I wanted to walk I'm a real dum-dum, I even left my mom 'Cause I get on my knees and I do
Tulkojums: Vaselines. Dum-Dum.
I'm a real dum-dum, I'm a son of a gun, I was born to walk, but I wanted to walk, I'm a real dum-dum, I even left my mom, Cause I get on my knees, and
: I'm a real Dum-Dum, I'm the son of a gun I was born to run, but I wanted to walk I'm a real Dum-Dum, I even left my Mum 'Cause she'd get on my nerves
