Założyłem moje żółte szorty i czarno-żółte pończochy i trochę dokuczałem dupie

Pop, pop, pop music. Pop, pop, pop music.

And now, pop, pop, pop music. Pop, pop, pop music.

Move you with a suitcase. Go living in a disco.

Don't forget about the rat race.

Let's do the milkshake. It's sounding like a hotcake.