[Verse 1]
Hello, everybody! Listen to my story
I look strange and I'm not a usual tourist
I enjoy my vacations, there's no need to worry
But sometimes relaxing makes me fell boring
That's because of my profession – I'm a cop in Russia
My job is getting money in the name of the law
I'm not interested in goa-trance and eating mushrooms
I don't wanna dance tripping all night more
So, I lied on the beach for so many times
Dreaming about coming back and keeping taking bribes
And now I'm dreaming again, you know, it makes me sing:
Bring me your money, just bring-bring-bring!
C'mon!
[Chorus]
Bring me your money in the name of the law!
Bring me your money, more-more-more!
It's time to make your pockets empty and clean
Bring me your money, bring-bring-bring
[Verse 2]
Attention! It's a public service announcement!
My favorite number on a paper is one thousand!
Five hundred is OK, one hundred is worse
But don`t get upset, I accept 'em too,of course!
Fifties, twenties, tens and even fives
Notes of any value, coins of any size!
If you have no rupees, I don't mind on bucks and rubles
And even fucking euros is not a fucking big trouble!
I'm fighting the criminals every second I exist
All violators will be punished like this:
Hands Up! Hands up, mothefuckers, freeze!
And give all your money to the russian police!
C'mon!
[Chorus]
Bring me your money in the name of the law!
Bring me your money, more-more-more!
It's time to make your pockets empty and clean
Bring me your money, bring-bring-bring