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Transportador
Cor de Fundo
Ferramentas
Tamanho
Tamanho
Altura
Altura
[Intro]
D D A G [x2]
[Verse 1]
D
I donât want a fortnight on the Costa del Sol
Donât wanna go to Bognor, itâs a plague-ridden hole
A G D
And it donât fit in with my ideology
D
Down the Adriatic to the Vlora Bay
Twenty pints of Fosters and Iâm away
A G D
âCause now I know just where I wanna be
A G D
Albania, thatâs the place for me
[Verse 2]
D
I used to like Bermuda but thereâs too many lice
And last year I got herpes and thatâs not very nice
A G D
So take me where the lemmings all run free
D
Weâll boogie in Tirana to the latests sounds
Then to Girokastra and weâll do the rounds
A G D
âCause now I know just where I wanna be
A G D
Albania, thatâs the place for me
[Verse 3]
D
There really isnât anything can match the charms
Of the tractor factories and the halibut farms
A G D
And the legendâry football team, Partizani
D
I donât want a holiday in the sun
Two weeks in Albaniaâs much more fun
A G D
And now I know just where I wanna be
A G D
Albania, thatâs the place for me
A G D
I said Albania, thatâs the place for me
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