Plaszter


                                               Nyúljunk mélyre,
                                               húsba, vérbe.

                                               Ta-tá-ta-tá-ta,
                                               tá-ta-tá-ta.

                                               Ta-tá-ta-tá-ta,
                                               tá-ta-tá-ta.

                                               Vannak ritmusok.
                                               Az enyémek.

                                               Kétharmaduk az úton,
                                               járás közben fogant.

                                               Megsimítom a hátad,
                                               ha görbén mész.

                                               De ha táskákat cipelsz,
                                               nem simogathatlak.