Crna Gora, Bar
'Alo posta, javi, jel' to Crna Gora, Bar
Sada cu vi da objasnim u cemu je stvar
Odje je Beograd, zove Boro, Djokov sin
U narodu poznat kao zenski dusmanin
Na lokomotivi nedje desio se kvar
U tunelu na liniji Beograd za Bar
Ne znam dal' je Mojkovac ili Kolasin
Al' stici ce na vrijeme Boro, zenski dusmanin
U tunelu, fala bogu, desio se mrak
Ona mrsava i slaba, a ja mnogo jak
Osobito mrzjelo me da se pravim fin
Jer za dzabe me ne zovu zenski dusmanin
'Alo posta, kol'ko kosta ovaj razgovor
Noge su mi smrdjele kano da sam tvor
U nesvjest je pala, pa je onda lezala
A ja sam je zaskocio da ne bi bjezala
'Alo posta, javi jel' to Crna gora, Bar
Gace sam zaboravio, u tome je stvar
To je tuzna pjesma koju crnci zovu blues
Ali ja ne smijem da se setam gologuz
Ojha!
Montenegro, Bar
'Hello postman, tell me, is this Montenegro, Bar
Now I will explain to you what the matter is
Here is Belgrade, calling Boro, Djoko's son
Known among the people as a womanizer
Somewhere on the locomotive there was a malfunction
In the tunnel on the Belgrade to Bar line
I don't know if it's Mojkovac or Kolasin
But Boro, the womanizer, will arrive on time
In the tunnel, thank God, darkness fell
She was thin and weak, and I was very strong
Especially hated pretending to be nice
Because they don't call me a womanizer for nothing
'Hello postman, how much does this call cost
My feet stank as if I were a rat
She fainted, then lay down
And I jumped on her so she wouldn't run away
'Hello postman, tell me, is this Montenegro, Bar
I forgot my underwear, that's the problem
That's a sad song that black people call blues
But I can't walk around naked
Ojha!