They say that the wonders of the world
are the pyramids of Africa.
They say that the wonders of the world
are great rivers of India.
But no other wonder has ever
been level with this,
When the old man parked
in the yard a Yugo 45.
The whole neighborhood gathered
and half the relatives.
That other couldn't make it,
couldn't make it 'cuz envy.
Old mom made some food,
cooked cakes.
Old man went to the liquor store,
for some more logistics.
Ref:
It was a good time,
everything on credit, everything for the folk, friend.
Pour some soup in your car,
and go to Trieste to buy some jeans.
It was a good time,
then an outing, then a little to the sea.
In house filled with laughter,
In the yard a Yugo 45.
Driven by neighbor Franjo,
to sell apples.
Driven by neighbor Momo,
to have his wife deliver.
Driven by uncle Mirso,
when he'd go out whoring.
Driven a little by me,
when I'd steal the keys.
Ref.
I saw one night,
behind the yard heard voices.
Moma, Franjo, and uncle Mirso,
something quietly spoke, then shook hands,
You can't turn on your neighbor,
then they drank a round, and took off.
That night it looked so small,
our Yugo 45.
We escaped one morning,
with two nylon bags.
First a little down Lenin's Street,
then across the Street of Ljubljana.
Today is much better,
new city, new apartment.
Old man became a big deal,
a cantonal minister.
But in my mind,
always the same image, the same bulb-flash.
Old house, little yard,
and in it a Yugo 45.
But in my mind,
always the same image, the same bulb-flash.
Old house, little yard,
and in it a Yugo 45.