Crocodile Hunting - Scary B.O.O.M.

There’re narrow dirty streets

There’s a dim sun and daily fights

There’re so many small concerns

And only dreams make spirits bright

The dreams of crocodile hunting among the palm-trees

Crocodile hunting shall never cease

A lot of problems wrack my brain

I always have an aching head

I hope for the best in vain

I only can go to bed

I see crocodile hunting among the palm-trees

Crocodile hunting shall never cease

For me it’s clear as day

I’ll perish in this dirty city

I’m happy when I sleep: Oh dear!

I have to wake up.

What a pity!

Goodbye crocodile hunting among the palm-trees

Crocodile hunting shall never cease