There was a guy walking down the alley, all dressed up
Yes, there may be a face
Suddenly he tripped over a stone, roaring: "Oh, you bastard!
How can they live in this capital?
And then bad blood flooded me
So it's pearly to the same song
Don't be too clever, dressed in leather
This may have disastrous consequences for you
There is no such thing as a Warsaw resident
Who could take him for a party or for a drink
You can call me a boor, you can punch me in the face
But get away from the capital, because blood will be shed
So as a sign of this, don't be a liar
Shut your mouth and don't say anything more
