Text: Gogol Bordello. Voi-La Intruder.

Here he comes right to your house
Not through door, right through the wall
He's a nomad and intruder
Spilling merry on your floor

What will now happen?
What will now happen?
Well, it already did

And the table right in the middle
It got almighty flipped

Is it voice of the eternal?
Is it hand of the unseen?
Came as nomad and intruder
With a pair of wooden sticks

And says, "Hey brothers, hey
How is it napping on wagon full of hay?
Don't mind me, I'll be just a-startin'
Here fire in old-fashioned way"

We'll be starting, starting fire in an old fashioned way
We'll be starting, starting fire in an old fashioned way
With ain't no nothin', just take it all away
Here got two wood sticks and some hay

Starting fire, fire in old fashioned way

Well, I'll be leaving now, my friends
Following the springs
You can usually profound me
In between of my wings

I guess, we'll be starting fire in an old fashioned way
I guess, we'll be starting fire in an old fashioned way
With ain't no nothin', just take it all away
Just got two wood sticks and some hay

Starting fire, fire in old fashioned way

Were their funny old men
Afraid of [Incomprehensible]
But I'm afraid [Incomprehensible]