Alan, upon watching this again, is there a bit of, oooo, authenticity, going on there?
Yes. Its a nice potted history. Here are the words... I found them on the internet. Its a bit long. The terror weapon had one of those volvo estates V70 I think. She crashed it into a big concrete bollars once, which really got me down. Actually the concrete block hit her...
They say that the miracles of the world
are African pyramids
They say that the miracles of the world
are great rivers of India
But there was no miracle
like a miracle
when my old dad parked
Yugo 45 in our yard
The whole neighbourhood gathered
together with a half of relatives
The other half couldn't come
couldn't come because of envy
My old mom cooked some food
and baked traditional cakes
my old dad went to the store
to get some more "logistics"
Chorus:
It was a good time
everything on credit, everything for the folk and friends
pour some soup in your car
and go to Trieste to buy some jeans
It was a good time
going on picnics and the seaside
lots of laugh in the house
Yugo 45 in the yard
Neighbour Franjo was driving it
to sell his apples
neighbour Momo was driving it
to deliver his wife in the hospital
Uncle Mirso was driving it
when he was going to f*ck with whores
I was also driving it
if I managed to steal the keys
Chorus
One night I was peeking
I heard voices from the yard
Momo, Franjo and uncle Mirso
were talking quietly
You can't hit your neighbour,
so they drank one shot and split up
That night it looked so small,
our Yugo 45
We escaped one morning
with two nylon bags
first we were driving by the Lenin's Street
and then by the Street of Ljubljana
Today we live much better
new city and new apartment
our old dad made it big
he is a minister of our canton
But in my head
there is always the same picture, the same flash-back
old house, little yard
and Yugo 45 parked there
But in my head
there is always the same picture, the same flash-back
old house, little yard
and Yugo 45
