| Lyrics: | Sittin' in his strange room After midnight, under the moon
Thinkin' ' bout fuckin', lookin'
through the glass
We're listening to Max, he keeps tellin' all nite.
He never lies,
old muthafucker
I don't exaggerate, he's a bloody drunkard,
But at this moment you got
nothing to say,
We got no money for wonderful women, no !!
He's spiderman, he climbs a
wall
I'm sure, he doesn't know what is fear
I say : Hey, Max, its your third bottle
today
I think he's an alcoholic sleep-walker.
He cannot stop when he's telling his
tale,
I say, hey, man, fuckin' party is over,
Take it easy, yeah, take it easy, take
it slow,
No, no, not me, you gotta go !!
[Chorus:]</i> Crazy, crazy, what you
gonna do tonight
Crazy, crazy, Max you gotta start the fight !!! |
