[Instrumental intro] [Verse 1] Old man Kozlodoev is crawling the rooftop, As sly as a corncrake in flight. Old man Kozlodoev is aiming to backdrop In some lady’s bedroom tonight. [Instrumental break] [Verse 2] Oh, back in the day Kozlodoev would wander, His gaze was empty and blank; He’d whistle to women, and they would respond there, To love in the bushes so dank. [Instrumental break] [Verse 3] This pleasant employment he truly admired, A dozen at once he could please. A hero of folks, Kozlodoev inspired, Respected by all with great ease. [Instrumental break] [Instrumental interlude] [Verse 4] But now, all the bitches are hidden and cautious, In flats where the windows are tight. He crawls, Kozlodoev, his trousers are blotchy, He’s old; he just needs a toilet. [Instrumental break] [Instrumental outro] [End]
