[Verse 1: Hanoi Vietnamese-accented male MC, quick Vietnamese flow over racing live drums and the dan bau riff] Six a.m. in the Old Quarter, every horn is goin' off I got a fridge across my back seat and a pig that's got a cough Rubber cord and one hand, other hand is on the horn Weavin' through a thousand bikes the way that I was born Peach tree at the New Year, it was taller than a door Six-tier weddin' cake, a pane of glass, a family of four Twelve cases on the back, a goose, a mattress and a broom Two grandmas and a ceiling fan, I fit 'em, there was room Troi oi, the tourists stop and film me rollin' past Anh, it ain't a circus trick, I'm just better at the math [Hook: Vietnamese MC, shouted over the dan bau riff and the racing drums] If it fits on the bike, then it's comin' with me Load limit? On my bike, the limit's only me Stack it to the power lines, I'll take it through the rain Di, di, di, and I'll be back for more again [Verse 2: Vietnamese MC, faster, the dan tranh plucking under him] Used to carry Linh on the back, her arms around my waist Every evenin' round the lake with the wind across her face Three years I carried everything, the market and the street But I never took her further than the lake and back to eat Then she went off with a man who drives a car with a roof and a door Said "Tuan, you carry everything, but nothin' that is yours" So I strapped another fridge on and I didn't think about it, em I didn't think about it once, I just rode it out again Anh, a man can carry anything if he don't look at the load Eyes front, horn down, and the whole of Hanoi on the road [Hook: Vietnamese MC, shouted, the drums racing] If it fits on the bike, then it's comin' with me Load limit? On my bike, the limit's only me Stack it to the power lines, I'll take it through the rain Di, di, di, and I'll be back for more again [Verse 3: Vietnamese MC, cumulative verse, each line carries every load before it plus one more, then it stops] Monday, a fridge Tuesday, a fridge and a pig Wednesday, a fridge and a pig and a peach tree Thursday, a fridge, a pig, a peach tree and a cake Friday, a fridge, a pig, a tree, a cake and a family of four Saturday, all of it, and a goose, and a grandma, and the door Sunday, one envelope, red and gold, her name on the front Linh's weddin' card, it weighs less than a leaf, and the bike won't go Troi oi, I'm walkin' it home, anh, both hands on the bar Carried every load in Hanoi, couldn't carry it that far [Hook: Vietnamese MC, the full band back] If it fits on the bike, then it's comin' with me Load limit? On my bike, the limit's only me Stack it to the power lines, I'll take it through the rain Di, di, di, and I'll be back for more again [Outro: Vietnamese MC, over the dan bau, the drums still running] Load limit, anh, it was never on the bike Load limit is a letter, em, and the weight of what it's like [End]
