Κοκκινομάλλες λωρίδες

A lot of snags, a lot of holes, a lot of cracks, a lot of the crags, a lot of nagging, old hags, a lot of fools, a lot of fools come back, oh it's such a drag

What a chore, all your rooms are full of salt, everything's a stress, and what's more, well it's all somebody's fault

Hey, get, get, get, get, get over it

Make you sick, make you ill, makes you cheat, slipping chains from the tilt, hide it up to the gills, makes you cry while the milk still spills

Ain't it just a bitch, what a pain, well it's all a crime, shame what left to do, but complain, you better find someone to blame