[Intro: Egyptian mahraganat male MC, over the drum machine] Four in the morning, Shubra, the pot is hot [Verse 1: Egyptian mahraganat male MC, chant-fast] Three weddings on the block and the speakers on the chairs Groom on a scooter, auntie dancing on the stairs Keyboard man is sweating, he's been playing since the noon Bride is throwing money and the money hits the moon I'm not invited, I don't need a card I got a cart and a copper pot parked in the yard Cumin in my pocket and the lemons in a row Bread stacked high like a wall from long ago They say I talk too much, they say my mouth is a mill They say I'm full of beans, man, I'm full of beans still At three the speakers cough, at half past three they quit Then the whole street turns around and walks to me, that's it [Hook: Egyptian mahraganat male MC] Copper pot, copper pot, oil and lemon on the top Every wedding in the city ends right here at my stop Call me full of beans, habibi, I'm the last party in town When the speakers go to sleep I'm the one still around [Verse 2: Egyptian mahraganat male MC, the keyboard lead screaming] Groom in a gold suit sitting on a crate Asking me for extra oil, I said "Brother, you're late" Bride with her shoes off eating from my bowl Uncle with a cane still dancing on a pole Drummer from the wedding drumming on my wheel Taxi man is crying 'cause the bread is so real Every night the same, every night the crown Three weddings in the alley and one king in town They want to film my cart, they want to put me on a screen I said "Eat it while it's hot, the camera never ate a bean" [Hook: Egyptian mahraganat male MC] Copper pot, copper pot, oil and lemon on the top Every wedding in the city ends right here at my stop Call me full of beans, habibi, I'm the last party in town When the speakers go to sleep I'm the one still around [Verse 3: Egyptian mahraganat male MC, spoon snare, his spoon on the copper pot becomes the snare] Clang on the pot, now the street keeps time Clang on the pot, every plate in line Clang for the groom and a clang for the bride Clang for the boys who just came from outside I don't need a speaker, I don't need a stage I got a spoon and a pot and the sun on the page First call to prayer and I'm folding the cart Half of the city got my beans in their heart [Final Hook: Egyptian mahraganat male MC, the spoon snare under the drum machine] Copper pot, copper pot, oil and lemon on the top Every wedding in the city ends right here at my stop Call me full of beans, habibi, I'm the last party in town When the speakers go to sleep I'm the one still around [End]
