Сектор газа — Ява

The other day I turned sixteen, I wanted a two-wheeled clunker. I went to my daddy and said — buy it for me, Save up a bit for my Java.

My daddy was an aging alcoholic, But luckily he decided on a whim To collect all the bottles in the house And sell the houseware for two thousand.

Java, I got a Java for free! Java, I got a Java for free!

I stepped on the kick-starter, I hope that my engine doesn't stall. I opened the throttle all the way, Shit — I clipped an old woman while swerving!

Well, so what — at least the bike's intact, There are plenty of old ladies, but I've only got one Java. They'll find the old woman in the morning, And I'll gently wipe down my ride with a cloth.

Java, Java! Old woman, uh, scatterbrain! Java, Java! Old woman, uh, scatterbrain!

A friend once asked me for a ride, I gunned it so hard the engine turned red. He seemed to sit there quietly, not shaking, But the bastard shit all over the back seat.

Once I put my girlfriend on the motorcycle, From the fear her period stopped. The wind blew up her dress, her shame laid bare, And the tampons flew off into the bushes.

Java, Java, don't shake, slut! Java, Java, don't shake, slut!

Once I was coming home drunk, Riding my motorcycle flat out. I was having fun, singing songs out loud, And drunk as hell I slammed into a rotten stump.

The wheel bent to hell, I plowed five meters through the sand with my nose. By morning I'll bring the wreckage home — I had a Java, and now I'm screwed.

Java, Java, suck it up, scatterbrain! Java, Java, suck it up, scatterbrain!