Neda

U prvom glasu čuje se jedan klavir. U drugom glasu čuju se gudala. U trećem glasu čuju se gitaristi. U četvrtom glasu čuju se trubači. U petom glasu čuju se bubnjevi. U petom glasu čuje se pet ritmova.

[Instrumental]

[Verse 1] Mum’s yelling loud, “It’s time to roll!” She’s way too hyped for this gross patrol. Grab the rake and the scoop, head out the door, Sasha’s left surprises I can’t ignore. [Pre-Chorus] Sasha’s been busy, leaving her marks, A minefield of smells, it’s a work of art. Dodging the piles, trying to stay cool, But the runny ones? They’re breaking the rule. [Chorus] Poop Patrol, oh, it’s taking a toll, Rake and scoop, yeah, we’re on patrol. Bag it up, we’re losing control, Runny poos—they’re haunting my soul! [Verse 2] Sasha’s wagging her tail, no care in her eye, While I’m fighting the war under the sky. The rake’s in my hand, but it’s not a dream, ‘Cause cleaning this mess ain’t a glamorous scene. [Pre-Chorus] Sasha’s been busy, leaving her marks, A minefield of smells, it’s a work of art. One more scoop, I’ll finish this fight, Oh wait—it’s stuck! That ain’t right! [Chorus] Poop Patrol, oh, it’s taking a toll, Rake and scoop, yeah, we’re on patrol. Bag it up, we’re losing control, Runny poos—they’re haunting my soul! [Bridge] Runny poos, why’re you so cruel? Sasha, girl, could you change the rule? I’m slipping, sliding, trying to stay strong, But this messy mission feels way too long. [Outro] Poop Patrol, we’re heroes today, Cleaning Sasha’s mess, we earn our pay. Bag’s all tied, the battle’s won, But tomorrow… here comes round one!