I wake up on a monday morning
pleading for five minutes more
I put on a white t-shirt. I'm walking
To the same place I allways go.
I see the lights through the way
Shining at my heavy eyes.
Running against the clock,
I'm sure I won't be on time

So I sit at that known desk
And everything I could say:
The fucking time doesn't pass.
And now the worst. I can't believe.
A wonderful smell, that i can't take
is all over here!

É algo que eu não posso suportar.
Só de fungar, começo a arrepiar
e logo todo mundo em volta, vai delirar
Do que estou falando? Basta cheirar!

Oh yes, baby, No! Now it's ok!
It's very strange I loathe it
and i want it again
The teen spirits, so go to hell.
The chicken soup of Tcholas is better.
well......


I wanna Chicken Soup (Repete várias vezes)