Thursday morning 6 a.m.
Waiting for the only train
For my girl a kiss-goodbye
Tell her there`s no need to cry
Get off the train, into the plane
Flying to the sun
Hot like hell, great hotel
Longing for some fun
Primal mission pool-bar-check
Alcohol shall break the neck
Both barmen look like suckers
Just one word: motherfuckers
Madness surrounds,
hitting the town
Just some tourist stores
Back to the hotel,
a few more drinks
Next days will bring more
Poolbar drinks for free
Sunna macht mi hie
Morning fart shall blow
Ritual in Rhodes
Wake up with the morning shine
Just to miss the breakfast time
Sandwiches and coffee, white
All inclusive - that`s alright
Down on the beach,
sun is unleashed
Skin is turning red
Back to the poolbar, a lot of drinks
Make us sleep like dead
Poolbar free drinks kick
Sun just makes me sick
Morning fart still blows
Ritual in Rhodes
Rent some Harleys hit the road
Cruising all along the coast
Sun is burning from above
All that`s left is one red scarf
Center-court calls, just some old balls
Afternoon sun on our skin
Jump in the pool,
swim around the bar
Having a few more drinks
Poolbar-keepers suck
Never playing rock
Hate inside us grows
Ritual in Rhodes
Disco overdose
Ritual in Rhodes
Morning fart still blows
Ritual in Rhodes
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