So to all of you out there who admire tsoukou tsoukou spanish football , to all the little drahma killers , to Voujoukas and Babovic of this world , to the presidential left wings and left wingers , to all of the touloumpas of this world , to all the players that are above 32 , to bobbi eden , to marikas , to diego , to pouroupoupou ( no more other goal like this ), to george orwell , to alekos theofilopoulos , to the one and only one steven gerrard , to an pan , to the sun the sun the sun the sun the sun ... we dedicate ...
THE SONG and THE LYRICS of the summer
You speak in tongues I can't resist
We're driving to your parents house just for a visit and I'm sleeping in your brother's bed
Won't you sneak into my room and climb under the covers talk nonsense in your sleep
Oh (x8)
And I can't wait to let you in
We're driving to your parents house just for a visit and I'm sleeping in your brother's bed
Won't you sneak into my room and climb under the covers talk nonsense in your sleep
Oh (x8)
You've got some charm I must admit
Don't let me wreck myself again
Driving to your parents house just for a visit and I'm sleeping in your brother's bed
Won't you sneak into my room and climb under the covers talk nonsense in your sleep
Oh(x8)
