[Intro: raw mid-tempo folk-punk opening, no polished sheen, start with accordion drone and choppy acoustic guitar, then bring in mandolin, tight snare, bass and a wiry electric guitar line, pub-room energy with a darker travel-worn undercurrent, let the groove feel slightly lurching but locked] [Verse 1: lean arrangement at first, dry drums, bass steady and unfussy, accordion sustaining underneath, mandolin and banjo/cittern interlocking in short percussive strokes, male vocal ragged, low, boozy and bitten-off at the ends, half-sung with sarcastic disgust, keep it conversational and grimly amused] Luxusní hotely pro snoby Stojící uprostřed Nairobi Docela často se stává Spatříš tam na chodbě švába. [Chorus: widen the band into a stomping pub-chant, stronger snare, gang shouts on the repeated phrases, accordion more forceful, mandolin slicing through, make it catchy, ugly, communal and slightly feral, as if the whole bar is joining in with contempt] křup, křup, křup tvrdé jako zub švábí krovky jsou jich stovky švábí krovky tvrdé jako zub křup, křup, křup [Verse 2: same groove but with more forward bass and a little more swing in the drums, add whistle or fiddle flicks between lines, vocal more irritated and theatrical, leave a tiny pause before the last line for emphasis] V hotelu na břehu Jadranu z postele jen tak nevstanu jde o zdraví všude švábi [Chorus: hit harder than before, rougher gang vocals, thicker accordion bed, sharper mandolin attack, make the refrain feel like a drunken complaint turned street anthem] křup, křup, křup tvrdé jako zub švábí krovky jsou jich stovky švábí krovky tvrdé jako zub křup, křup, křup [Instrumental bridge: accordion holds a dark droning line while mandolin and banjo trade short stabbing phrases, then whistle or fiddle takes a crooked folk melody, drums stay marching and tense, build toward the last verse without becoming grand] [Verse 3: busiest verse, fuller band, bass pushing harder, drums more insistent, accordion glueing the whole texture together, vocal nastier and more unhinged but still intelligible, spit out the punchlines with pub-poet timing] Ulehám Na kraji Varšavy Ňáký brouk Vlezl mi Do hlavy Jde o zdraví Všude Švábi [Chorus: biggest and rowdiest chorus, full gang chant, extra snare accents, mandolin and accordion both slashing through the hook, end with a collective bark on the last word and one hard final hit] křup, křup, křup tvrdé jako zub švábí krovky Z pod pohovky švábí krovky tvrdé jako zub křup! křup! Křup!!!
