"VIVIENNE WESTWOOD" songtext

Brrt, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Brrt, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Brrt, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha (R.I.P. Vivienne Westwood, rockstar man)
Brrt, ha (Come on), ha, ha, huh

She fell in love with a punk
Punk, punk, punk, punk, punk
Punk, punk, punk, punk, punk
Punk, punk, punk
She doin' drugs with a punk
Punk, punk, punk, punk, punk
Punk, punk, punk, punk, punk
Punk, punk, punk (Come on)
Pull out my gun and I pump
Pump, pump, pump, pump, pump
Pump, pump, pump, pump, pump
Pump, pump, pump (Brrt)
Got too rich to stunt, stunt, stunt, stunt
Stunt, stunt, stunt, stunt
Stunt, stunt, stunt, stunt
Stunt, stunt (Ihr wisst Bescheid), chyeah (Woo)
Ja, ja, ja, ja, ja, ja, ja, ja

Sie ist in Love mit 'nem Punk (Ja)
Fühl' mich wie Marilyn Manson
Ja, wir sind drunk, drunk, drunk, mh
Dicka, wir sind nicht zu bremsen (Niemals)
Alle im Club sind auf Drugs (Ja)
Ja, sie guckt, ich weiß, sie will mein Car (Ja)
Neuer GT3 RS in Schwarz, mh (Skrrt, skrrt; ja)
Baby, sie poppt Percs, wir stürm'n die Party
Guck, wie hart sie twerkt
Mhh, ihr wisst Bescheid

Nein, sie denkt nie wieder an ihren Mann
Sie wechselt die Seiten wie eine Guitar
Sie ist jetzt in Love mit 'nem Punk

She fell in love with a punk
Punk, punk, punk, punk, punk
Punk, punk, punk, punk, punk
Punk, punk, punk
She doin' drugs with a punk
Punk, punk, punk, punk, punk
Punk, punk, punk, punk, punk
Punk, punk, punk (Come on)
Pull out my gun and I pump
Pump, pump, pump, pump, pump
Pump, pump, pump, pump, pump
Pump, pump, pump (Brrt)
Got too rich to stunt, stunt, stunt, stunt
Stunt, stunt, stunt, stunt
Stunt, stunt, stunt, stunt
Stunt, stunt (Chyeah, woo)

Keep me a, brrt, keep me a, ha, keep me a weapon
Stay with a German, huh, stay with my dawg, I stay with a shepherd, huh
Yeah, I'm in a car but still I'm on ground, I stay with the steppers, huh
I came from the hard, I stay with ten meters, I stay with the measure, huh
No cash or card
Punk star, might buy out the place, Ferrari the Autobahn
Me and Ufo goin' outer space, I ain't gotta talk too long
Keepin' it brief, she on my case, I got the AP arm
But I got Alex Moss on my chain, hand on my firearm (Come on)
Don't let your girlfriend catch a stray, I ain't gotta die too hard
I'm 'bout to Bruce Willis the Wraith (Chyeah)

She fell in love with a punk
Punk, punk, punk, punk, punk
Punk, punk, punk, punk, punk
Punk, punk, punk, punk, punk
Punk