The White Volga

[Intro] [Verse 1] La-La-La, yeah Summer melts like a drop of sun On raspberry lips. A light polka-dot dress. The wind is a song in my hair. You laugh loudly behind the wheel You catch my every glance. Put white gloves on my shoulders Put them on me. Flying into the sunset! White Volga, white Volga, vinyl bass. The stars are getting closer, brighter for us. The discs are spinning, the sky is flying. The night gives us its rock 'n' roll. And the discs are spinning, spinning! ... La-La-La, yeah [Verse 2] In a moonlit park, in the light of yellow Streetlights like the sun. Your polka-dot dress twirls, You dance ever more boldly! Boogie-woogie, your heel Beats crisply. And your hand in mine, And your fringe like a curl. [solo] Don't let go-eeeee of my hand-eeeee... In your slender fingers – music-aaah! [2nd Chorus] White Volga, White Volga, vinyl bass. The stars are getting closer, brighter for us. The discs are spinning, the sky is flying. The night gives us its rock 'n' roll. And the discs are spinning, spinning! ... The discs are spinning, the sky is flying. The night gives us its rock 'n' roll. And the discs are spinning, spinning, spinning! ... [solo] White Volga, White Volga, vinyl bass. The stars are getting closer, brighter for us. The discs are spinning, the sky is flying. The night gives us its rock and roll. And the discs spin, spin, spin! ... The discs spin, the sky flies. The night gives us its rock and roll. And the discs spin, spin, spin! ...