SEPTEMBER SÅNG

skogen ligger öde under dimman i vår stad
Fredrik stiger upp och dricker sin morgonchoklad
ut i skogen i långkalsong han samlar mossa i en pappkartong
klockan går mot tjugo över åtta
solen tittar fram bakom Fredriks sladdriga potta
sin mammas bullar han tar upp
och riggar läger med en gammal tupp

fula flickor och fågelsång
gröna väskor och lakritsstång
på tåget mot Örebro sitter vi och trallar på vår sjunde sång
"september sång"
diskelidask, Fredrik ringer på hos sitt mulleklask
Åhh piskelipisk, jag skulle hellre göra det med en fisk

nere på stationen flyr människorna med språng
ty Wilde har stämt upp till sin middagssång
och i tågets ena del drar vi bort en gardin
ute i jorden bökar Fredrik som ett tryffelsvin
Åhh snaskeliblässt, alla gör det hellre med en häst
medans tåget rasar bort mot solnedgång
äter Fredrik upp sin lakritsstång

SURE THE ONE YOU KNOW

Sure the one you know
a person and not the mind try to look through
but the strength of life
can´t describe any need
just to carry on the way i do

With a fool in my person
look deep one side to the other
and you can´t see the other side
or to be the one you don´t know

Within the same person
and i can´t say i really know
how to be in the wrong personality
or it´s to retrace

With a fool in my person that i used to know
look deep one side to the other
and you can see to the other side you don´t know
and i will see the other side you don´t know
will you say...häst


GALGEN

Gosh i woke up this morning
found my leg beside me
i´m tired of all these prariewars
if i could be a cowboy
with a warm gun beside me
instead i´m lying here
looking at my leg
i´m a tired soldier of a forgotten war
i´m a tired soldier of a forgotten war

I want to drink
i want to shoot
i want to ride
´caus i´m a cowboy in my blood


YELLING LIKE A MAD

I have these whiskey dreams of life
i give myself down to wondering
i don´t care if i get old
without whiskey it´s cold
without a turning away
without a turning away

Prospections of boosing
drunk in our night
sometimes my snuff takes a flight
(and here i´m sitting)
yelling like a mad
yeah, here i´m sitting
yelling like a mad


MR & MRS FLABBY

A leftwinger went to a legshow
and got punched on his head
by an old woman with a gherkin
he saw a "joddling" beaver and started to freeze
so he lighted up the beaver
you can call it beaver petrol

Mr & Mrs Flabby saw him eating the beavers chamber

It need some garlic said the leftwinger
and he started to spank Mrs Flabby
he smirkled then he pulled the knickers down
´cause he couldn´t wait until lunchtime

He said i wanna do a number two
so he ran away and paid freightcharge
with some boiled eggs in his knickers


HOW TO SPANK YOUR NEIGHBOUR

A leftwinger went to a gayshow
and got punched on his head
by an old faggot with a whip
he saw the banging beaver and started to smirk
so he lighted up the pippers

You can call it banging beaver petrol
it need some garlic yelled the leftwinger
and started to spank the faggots
so he ran away and powdered his bum

it needs some spanking
yelled the leftwinger and started to spank the faggot
he smirkled the he pulled the knickers down


I WANNA BE A COWBOY

I want to be a cowboy
and you want to be my cow
and i want to be a horse
and you wanna be my spittoon

Did you know i once was a cow
oh, she want´s to be my milk
i just wanna be a cow
and you want to be my rotter

I just want to be chinese
and you want to pick my nose
she wants to be my whiskey
and i want to be her ale

Did you know i once was a cow
and her knickers bring me down

I want to be a cowboy
and she wants to be my cow
oh, she wants to be my knickers
and i want to pull them down

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