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  • Текст песни Chumbawamba - 17. On the Beach



    54 inch around the chest
    Stitching ripping on his vest
    Biceps, triceps, ready to flex
    A gold medallion around his neck
    He looks more like the Michelin Man
    He's trapped inside a multi-gym
    I think I'd rather be the wimp
    Living life the Atlas way
    Pumping iron every day
    Eats his own big body weight
    And never gets sand kicked in his face
    He looks more like the Michelin Man
    He's trapped inside a multi-gym
    I think I'd rather be the wimp