Текст песни с переводом слов Rolling Stones «Turd On The Run» из альбома «Exile on main street» (1972).
Turd On The Run
Grabbed hold of your coat tail but it come off in my hand,
I reached for your lapel but it weren't sewn on so grand.
Begged, promised anything if only you would stay,
well, I lost a lot of love over you.
Fel down to my knees and I hung onto your pants,
but you just kept on runnin' while they ripped off in my hands.
Di'mond rings, vaseline, you give me disease,
well, I lost a lot of lover over you.