The Hit of Conicoid Figurines and Ensuing the Dispersal on the Zebral Place lyrics

I'm watching a lollipop on the crossing The crowd of kiddies I tread on the accelerator, like Landa I turn left Wheels crush of innocents The icing squirt from trunks The motor roars in a frenzy The exhaust throws up waste products It's pretty cracking under wheels Maybe I'll go into a spin It makes a sportsman out of me To play skittles at hundred.