It's already full of trouble
And it's like an instrument I can't play
Your face has an expression I can't mimic
Even if it's wrong, it still moves you
I'd like to do it again for joy, joy
In those moments of boredom, boredom
Riding a moped, four of us
Just to feel the wind on us
I'll write you a poem or a f*ck you
That'll stay in history or on a wall
With that mattress on the floor that's seen everything
Dirty with ash and beer, we've wrecked it
Because my worst has no end
And I should change my attitude
And I know I should be less of a d*ck
But I'm still the same as before
Alone at the gas pump
It does me good, it hurts me
I don't know what I think
And it's like an instrument I can't play
Your face has an expression I can't mimic
Even if it's wrong, it still moves you
I'd like to do it again for joy, joy
In those moments of boredom, boredom
Riding a moped, four of us
Just to feel the wind on us
I'll write you a poem or a f*ck you
That'll stay in history or on a wall
With that mattress on the floor that's seen everything
Dirty with ash and beer, we've wrecked it
It's enough for me to chat a bit
About things I don't know
With four or five friends
The secret to being happy
Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na