Based on Hungary 2018
AWS — Viszlát nyár
So you think you write like Dickens
Just because your lyrics contain
A zillion showy, deep terms
You may speak eloquently – won’t care
Still, we’re sorry to bring you disillusionment
These whole words are a big chicken shit
We just can’t with your pedantry
We’re tired of looking up every weird term
That’s in your texts
It’s just ungood, such impenetrable mess
Plus your longest word is our shortest
Kiss it, then – Magyars win
Straight fact: You’ll never deserve our pity
Tumultuous my ass
Such easy life, you hipster
Stayed in India, didn’t cost peanuts
We’re just eager to see you’re underpaid again
Want you broke, homeless, nearing your death
We just can’t with your vanity
You love to call out your exes on that
You “pious” bitch
We can’t stand your intellectuality
How can you have the nerve, when you don’t
Understand irony?
Don’t you think?
Miss Smug
Miss Dumb
Miss Dull
(We dislike you since ‘96)
(You Oughta Know was all nifty, and then)
(No slaying hits)
(We can’t stand) Eat my wang
(Your indignities) Suck my massive dick
(We doubt your Jekyll and Hydeness is liked)
It makes you stink
(We despise you) Piss off, get fucked
(That’s our unabashed threat – flee) Banged by a steed
(Or your feared adversarial force)
(Might meet you on the street) We’ll beat your head off
Miss Cunt