If you need anything
Go to my warehouse
I have everything, I have almost everything
At my warehouse
There's a little bit of everything
I'm selling rakes, I'm selling string
I'm selling flour and pumice stone
I'm selling clothespin, strainer, drainer
And red enamel
And I sell even leather for the tambourine
But everything is wrapped
In an inexpensive paper
If you need anything
Go to my warehouse
I have everything, I have almost everything
But if you don't come
I'll miss you so much, I'll double the price of my mango fruit
I'll miss you so much, I'll sell you a Fanta
I'll miss you so much, I also sell miniatures
I'll never stop missing you
I just don't sell stuff for free
The longing for you shuts me up, if you don't have money, I'll shoot you
The longing for you is big, I'll stop selling stuff for free
The longing for you is big, I'll stop selling stuff for free
If you need anything
Go to my warehouse
I have everything, I have almost everything
At my warehouse
There's a little bit of everything
I'm selling rakes, I'm selling string
I'm selling flour and pumice stone
I'm selling clothespin, strainer, drainer
And red enamel
And I sell even leather for the tambourine