Fakir 歌词

Fakir sat down on his carpet, mysteriously grumbling The crowd began to throw him money, and angrily snarling He was like a mummy, and he stood up when He picked up the money, and sat down again The crowd was rooted to the spot, Fakir continued grumbling He was like a mummy, and he stood up when He picked up the money, and sat down again He was like a mummy, and he stood up again The crowd continued snarling, so he sat down again