Brother, our singing, is like an alarm ringing,
We have words at the ready as if something's going wrong,
Daddies of the girls, they don't like us singers,
They don't give a damn about our fancy footwork!
(Our fancy footwork!)
(Our fancy footwork!)

Smarkatch kralju
Oh ta svinja shmorkata
Vkralo nashu donju nemovljatko

Of course you can try take a treat through her mother,
Enlighten her nostalgia for a little flame!
But that my friends can also get oh so very fatal,
Like that one time I remember stuck under her skirt
She had a bow

And everybody knows!

Smarkatch kralju
Oh ta svinja shmorkata
Vkralo nashu donju nemovljatko

Smarkatch kralju
Oh ta svinja shmorkata
Vkralo nashu donju nemovljatko

So Daddy, dear Mister, I am a family trickster,
And on your place I would be watching twice as much,
But wooah-ho! We'll always be winning,
And just standing feeding pigeons on the Brighton beach boardwalk.

And everybody knows!

Smarkatch kralju
Oh ta svinja shmorkata
Vkralo nashu donju nemovljatko

Smarkatch kralju
Oh ta svinja shmorkata
Vkralo nashu donju nemovljatko