[Intro: Belgrade Serbian-accented male MC, loud over the blaring trumpets and the tapan drum] Ajde, lick it, stick it, brate, let the trumpet speak [Verse 1: Belgrade Serbian-accented male MC, loud Serbian delivery over the tapan, heavy kick and blaring trumpets] I'm Dule on the trumpet, every weddin' in the town In a kafana with the smoke so thick the ceilin's comin' down Here's how it works, brate, you want a song, you lick a bill Slap it on my sweaty forehead and I blow it louder still Little note, I play you sweet, big note, I play you mean Biggest one I ever got, I played until the room went green Bride's brother stuck a stack on me and asked me for a march So I marched him round the tables and I marched him through the arch Every bill is a request and every request is a fight And the brass behind me roarin' like a truck with one headlight [Hook: Serbian MC, shouted over the full brass] Lick the note and stick it on my face The more you pay, the less I see the place Paper on my eyes, but I can hear the room Pay me till I'm blind, brate, I'll still blow off the roof [Verse 2: Serbian MC, faster, the tuba bass bouncing under him] Groom's father, gazda Mile, hates a song he didn't buy Every time the bride's side pays me, I can see it in his eye So he climbs up on a table with a brick of cash in hand "I'm buyin' every song tonight, I'm buyin' the whole band" Licks a bill and slaps it on me, licks another, slaps again Cheeks and nose and eyebrows, ajde, money to the chin Till there's paper on my eyelids and there's paper on my lips Paper on the trumpet bell and paper on my fingertips And the room goes quiet, waitin', 'cause they think that I am done Mile laughin', "Play now, Dule, if you can see the one" [Hook: Serbian MC, shouted, the handclaps on every line] Lick the note and stick it on my face The more you pay, the less I see the place Paper on my eyes, but I can hear the room Pay me till I'm blind, brate, I'll still blow off the roof [Verse 3: Serbian MC, tapan doubling, the tapan drum doubles every kick and the whole band rides it] So I put the horn up blind, brate, I don't need my eyes Played this kafana since I'm twelve, I know it by the cries I can hear the bride's grandmother clappin' left of the door I can hear the groom's new shoes, I can hear the whole floor And I play it like I never played it with my eyes wide Every note I couldn't see came out with nothin' left to hide Then the sweat comes down and all the money slides off in the heat Falls like leaves onto the dance floor, and it's dancin' round our feet Bride's cousins scoop it up and stick it right back on my head And Mile's dancin' on the table till he's gotta call his wife instead [Hook: Serbian MC and the full brass, everything in] Lick the note and stick it on my face The more you pay, the less I see the place Paper on my eyes, but I can hear the room Pay me till I'm blind, brate, I'll still blow off the roof [End]
