Fela igjen feat Opptur (в припеве он читает норвежский народный реп))
One and two and three and four, and One and two and three and four. And one and two and three and four and One and two and three and four
Love makes blind as the violin breaks Old notes is played by a new string Hard battle for any fiddler Both fail and elegant Standing squeezing pimples Showing minimuscles in the mirror Can’t go wrong with this charm As hundreds were showering (??)
Hunting for beard Should’ve had a map Nothing to find Still he shaves himself sore One last check upon the hair Falling out of the door Too late for the tram Running through the mud Forehead flows swet in his hands armpits drooling lactic acid quivers please let the legs stay put finally there, soaked wallet forgotten he gets the feeling this wont happen again because
She started to flirt with more handsome men So I traded the cow, got the fiddle returned Now the ladies and cash wont be gone Cause he traded the cow, got the fiddle returned One and two and three and four, and One and two and three and four. And one and two and three and four and One and two and three and four
Penetrated of convenience Even though he gets to know Stereotypical girls, but As moneytrouble limits The selection of ingredients The consequense is kind of Not forgettable, and ends In the best hours as he gets his own love potion, til the night is through, coca cola burns his wallet but a bachelor like himself has to keep his head cold, and hopes to get her by singing a song but nothings going on with lack of money and good provisions she disappeared to the bathroom with a braver man
Alexander wasn’t interesting For this elegant woman What a melodramatic complot Beaten by his own paradox With this sad song He shows the eternal optimist Because life is a violin With the need of a violinist
She started to date richer men So I traded the cow, got the fiddle returned Now the ladies and cash wont be gone Cause he traded the cow, got the fiddle returned
Ra lala ra lala etc…
Okei new tactic, all good things are three Now he’s handsome and rich Doesn’t seem to help You are your own happy smith Destiny wont leave you alone When you reach the top Theres only one way – down The violin sounds different Over and over (???) The way to succeed may often feel Unnecessarily long Getting good advise You can often say its luck To have a lot of cash Learning from faults You try over again
I brought the most beautiful girl to a party And brought a friend to do a little test The two went of to talk privately I thought they were only off for a chat Five minutes turned to ten He got impatient Had his best friend hit it off? The curiousness led him to the place Where he had seen them pass What met him behind the door Made him want to cry Because there on the floor Was his two closest making out
I saw her make out with my best friend So I traded the cow, got the fiddle returned Now the ladies and cash wont be gone Cause he traded the cow, got the fiddle returned One and two and three and four, and One and two and three and four. And one and two and three and four and One and two and three and four