Gladiator کے بول

You should see her use a gun She slips her nit-picking in in any way for everyone More than an occasional hazard You run the risk of conceiving a bastard You should see her use a gun She slips her nit-picking in in any way for everyone More than an occasional hazard You run the risk of conceiving a bastard In remembrance of the truth In remembrance of Aunt Ruth In memory of the gun In memory of everyone And of the warm sun And the pain in my side But if you ask her where she's gone She'll spout a banter on and on About a germ free place About a germ free place in anywhere Her sexual comedy from now until eternity There is no joking, Moe, who knows what's going on A droll spoof of a tragedy of awkward mediocrity Performed on the plains of Serengeti