Friends are booked on suspicion of grand theft.
Booked for what we are always booked for,
suspicion of being gypsy.
An ancient crime,
grand theft.
What are you crying about?
You never let us keep them very long.
Even in Texas jails they had better eats.
For just one little fortune I told him it's a Euria.
Some boy shoots us,
steals apples,
and we are all delinquents.
Brinks robbers, bandits.
Welcome, welcome my friend.
Welcome,
welcome my friend.
