TL he is our only fan, why we dont give a damn dont know why what the hell is his problem, he must be drunk or wasted or something tell me now tell me whats his name, tell me his name tell me his name, ahhhhh
hes got a brother from the same mother, we are to loud but he dont seem to bother you hear us when it calls, when hes in shopping malls you can se the man has balls, tell me his name tell me his name, ahhhhh
TL what the hell, we wonder why you think were swell it didnt take that long, didnt take that long to write this song TL what the fuck, we used to be bad but with you we just suck take this song and shut, shut the fuck up
he is our world wide web, he should get drunk instead brings our songs to every ocuition, oh no my friend dont play those songs again, fed up but now they know your name know your name, know your name ahhhhh
TL what the hell, we wonder why you think were swell it didnt take that long, didnt take that long to write this song TL what the fuck, we used to be bad but with you we just suck take this song and shut, shut the fuck up TL what the hell...
Words & music by Folke Solberg, Stian B. Pedersen & Gjøran Christensen