Lyrics

Ugly Elsa, you are the queen of Flirting With a can of pure spirit, I rush to you We are little bit older, and all that we've done Neither vodka nor soap can wash from our souls After all, we live to croak tomorrow We are living in order to croak tomorrow Nay na na Nay na na Na na na na na Elsa! Ugly Elsa, my dear. Why are you staring And scratch the glass with your "claws" like a tiger cub? And what's done is done, come on, pour it on So, it'll be light, at least for a little while After all, we could just croak tomorrow You never know, we might just croak tomorrow Nay na na Nay na na Na na na na na Elsa!