Группа The UNB

I tell you story ’bout Bony Moronie,
A girl who was eater of raw macaroni.
She was a monster, and she was too fat.
No, therefore nobody’s sad.

I don’t care she loved me.
I don’t know what’s it really mean.
I remember her guts on the wheels of machine.

Give me your money, Bony Moronie,
Give me your bees, and give me your honey.
Beautiful day, 20th of May.
The day for Bony, in a way.

I don’t care she loved me.
I don’t know what’s it really mean.
I remember her guts on the wheels of machine.

Driving my truck I’m looking for Bony,
Looking for terrible Bony Moronie.
Thundering chains on the wheels of my truck.
Good bye, Bony! Good luck!

I don’t care she loved me.
I don’t know what’s it really mean.
I remember her guts on the wheels of machine.