Hairy Mustafa in London

Lyrics

[Verse]
Mustafa's beard thicker than a forest in the night,
London town streets, he struts no fright,
BMW rusted, paint chipped, old and gray,
Still he zooms through traffic, every single day.

[Chorus]
Hairy friend Mustafa, loves that food,
From shawarma to sushi, any mood,
Driving his ugly Beemer, feeling so crude,
London town grooving, always dude.

[Verse 2]
Curry at Brick Lane, eats like a king,
Nando's peri-peri, feelin' that zing,
Mustafa's appetite, something to behold,
That BMW's story, oh, it's been told.

[Chorus]
Hairy friend Mustafa, loves that food,
From shawarma to sushi, any mood,
Driving his ugly Beemer, feeling so crude,
London town grooving, always dude.

[Bridge]
Night markets buzzing, scarf wrapped tight,
Mustafa's sense of humor, pure delight,
His laughter echoes, in the London mist,
That Beemer rides dirty, couldn't be missed.

[Verse 3]
Snacking on kebabs, near Camden's lights,
Avoiding potholes, those London rights,
Hairy friend Mustafa, always in style,
Ugly BMW, still grins with a smile.