I like dollars, I like euros, I like francs and British pounds. I like vodka and rakija, Hit me with another round. I like burek, it's a pie, You'll love it if you try. I like grill, I like meat, Cake baklava—very sweet. I like peace, stop the war, Politicians I ignore. Olive branch, white pigeon— Is Google new religion? I like the planet as a ball, People tell me it's flat. If it's flat, then I could fall— Where's the logic in that? I don't wear shoes, I like my Crocs. I wear them on my new white socks. I like to think outside the box, I drink rakija on the rocks. This beat is good, You won’t be wrong. Just send us to the Euro Song. Party people, make some noise— We are Balkan boys. Balkan boys, We are Balkan boys. I like Yugo, it's a car, Cannot get me very far. I like a bar that's kafana, I like vutra—that's marijuana. Stop the war, No more fight— Rakija will unite. Stop the wars, No more fight— Everything will be all right. I don't wear shoes, I like my Crocs. I wear them on my new white socks. Party people, make some noise— We are Balkan boys. Balkan boys, We are Balkan boys.