Albanians descend from Illyrians,
They hunted badgers with domestic lions,
The bronze-age tribes settled in the Balkans,
Like solar-powered Stephen Hawkans
The battles my forefathers wrestled,
Their babes in mother’s knockers were nestled,
The farmers helped sustain the economy,
With flocks of dwarfs for food and sodomy
Sing out with pride for the land of the eagles,
Raise your hands to the sky,
Pound at your chests with magnificent ardour,
Albhania
Albhanian weddings have much custom,
The bride must first be soaked in custard,
Then the best man drinks of his favourite tipple,
Then is obliged to bite off the bride’s nipples
Albanian spastics dancing free,
They dance for you and they dance for me,
Inskis all, they shake and quiver,
Then we drown them in the Shodra River
Sing out with pride for the land of the eagles,
Raise your hands to the sky,
Pound at your chests with magnificent ardour,
Albhania
The misty mountains,
From days of yore,
Where we would hunt the hairy wild boar
Men together,
Running across the rock
Men together,
Hunting for the duck
