Bio sam taksista, bio sam fasista,
tvoj licni stilista i tvoj gitarista,
sve sam, sve sam ti bio
najbolji ljubavnik, najbolji drug,
a ti si htela sledeci krug,
sa drugim zasto bih krio
I umesto da kod kuce nocas
patim, i sedim kao slan,
ja izlazim i oseca se kao zvezda,
pravi superstar,
mozak, ruke, noge, sve u akciji,
kad poludim,
videće se mala ko je ko, u Srbiji
REF.
Ako ti jos fali krevet moj,
da te puste, ne brini se,
javicu obezbedenju,
stani mirno, sacekaj svoj broj,
jer muskarac ja sam, po ubedenju
Ako ti jos fali krevet moj,
žao mi je, uzele su me od tebe druge zene,
imaces ti pored mene sve,
imaces ti sve, samo neces mene
I was a taxi driver, I was a fascist,
Your personal styler and your guitarist,
I was everything, I was your everything.
Your best lover, best friend,
Yet you wanted a round with someone else,
Why would I hide that.
Instead of sitting home tonight
And suffer,
I’m going out and I feel like a star,
Real superstar.
Brain, arms, legs, all in action,
When I go mad
You’ll see who’s who, in Serbia.
Chorus:
If you still miss my bed,
They’ll let you in, don’t worry,
I’ll let security know.
Stay calm, wait in line for your number to be called out,
As I’m the man.
If you still miss my bed,
I’m sorry, other women have taken me from you now,
You’ll have everything beside me,
You’ll have everything but me ever again.
