Текст песни Mc Enroes' Poetry - Dionysos

I feel like John Mc Enroe
I feel like John Mc Enroe
I feel like John Mc Enroe
When he put the strings in glow

John Mc Enroe
John Mc Enroe
John Mc Enroe

John Mc Enroe
John Mc Enroe
John Mc Enroe

I feel like John Mc Enroe
I feel like John Mc Enroe
I feel like John Mc Enroe
When he put the strings in glow

John Mc Enroe
John Mc Enroe
John Mc Enroe, woah

John Mc Enroe
John Mc Enroe
John Mc Enroe

John Mc Enroe
John Mc Enroe
When he put the strings in glow

John Mc Enroe
John Mc Enroe
John Mc Enroe
John, John, John MC Enroe
When he put the strings in glow

My name is John MC Enroe
Do you know my poetry?
It will be written with blood
With the blood of the bad referees

My tennis bag smells like gun smoke
And there's no tennis stuff anymore
There's only strange books big maps
And a picture of a girl with a strawberry face

John Mc Enroe
John Mc Enroe
John Mc Enroe, hey, hey

John Mc Enroe
John Mc Enroe
John Mc Enroe

My name is John MC Enroe
Do you know my poetry?
My name is John MC Enroe
Do you know my poetry?

I feel like John Mc Enroe
I feel like John Mc Enroe
I feel like John Mc Enroe
When he put the strings in glow

John Mc Enroe
John Mc Enroe
John Mc Enroe, okay

John Mc Enroe
John Mc Enroe
John Mc Enroe! (Switch it up!)