9. Horz Porz Memories             Strange was the night, and I laughed very bright       The sun is rising and I’m lonely, what has happen?       Beautiful land, bottle wine in my hand       Part of the ocean, drinking in the sand. What?             Wine in the sand, every day is weekend       Nips of your memories you’ll miss my friend, you’ll miss it.       Wine in the sand, and you accept no end       Just raise your bottle, enter paradise, what a taste, yeah!             Greatness is mine, I can’t walk on a line       But this harmonic taste in my brain must be a sign       Everything is fine till I’ve got enough wine       I’ve got no trouble and that’s good!       What, we worry?             Win in the sand, everyday is weekend       Your horz porz memories will be your friend       They’ll stay forever       Wine in the sand, and you accept no end       So keep your horz porz memories ‘till the end.             Horz porz memories are coming to my mind!!!             n.: Horz Porz (fam.) – (Something that kicks ass)