Bicikl

He steals a bicycle and eventually has a run-in with a cop. Beyond that, I’m not sure what’s going on in this song by Leteči Potepuhi (The Flying Tramps). I have a funny feeling it’s not standard Slovene.

Lyrics with chord changes:

G
Ukradu sem bicikel
pofarbu sem ga mal,
C7
s plave na rumeno,
da navjo me spoznal
D
Sem mal ga še sfriziru
zdej zgleda kot iz zlata
C
mu kupu še verigo,
                    G
da lohk zaklenem ga

Em
Ko vozm se po mestu
D
da frajle vidjo me

Em
drvim čez tromostovje
D
pr repu srečam te
Em
Me vprašaš kolk je ura
D
ne vem, ker mi stoji
C
Pa pravš, da zlo je važn,
                   G
ker tolk se ti mudi

G
Vsed se gor na štango
    A
bova tko hitrej pršla
    F
dej noge bl u luft,
              C
da bom lahk prtisku kar se da
   G                  A
Se cela zemlja trese, ker tolk hitra sva
  F                C                     G
je treba počasnejejej, da nav guma počila

Pr republiški upravi čez rdečo peljeva
policaj naju ustavi in me oklofuta
nikoli u ta rdečo, boš s pendrekom dobil
naredu bos nesrečo, če bos u ta rdečo ril.

Vse sorte me sprašuje, trdi da sem pijan
še tebe nadleguje, ker nadležen je organ
vpraša za bicikl in z lukno mi grozi
ti si pa čist že živčna, ker tolk se ti mudi!
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