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Sweetie sweetcheeks

When the Spring sun shines on happily
There's a fire in heart and stove.
A 'chopper*' I am who cuddles
Just like my cat and my pig.
I'm sitting here alone and snuffs**
And reading a marriage column.
Those words already intoxicate me,
I think this girl is my everything.
 
Sweetie sweetcheeks, cuckoo like a Cuckoo (cuckoo)
I offer you two rooms and a kitchen.
Come on, darling and give it a go
In my two rooms and my kitchen.
 
She writes about all that she owns
Of virtues there are many replies.
Only fifty kilos she weighs
She will probably have to be fed by spoon.
She thrives in front of the stove
But don't want a husband with tobacco.
For kisses I will sacrifice the snuff
When happiness run into my house.
 
Sweetie sweetcheeks, cuckoo like a Cuckoo (cuckoo)
I offer you two rooms and a kitchen.
Come on, darling and give it a go
In my two rooms and my kitchen.
 
But at first we'll run to the Priest
And get us a Love's license.
And then we'll do the rest ourselves
And we shall love without a limit.
I have a difficulty with staying in control
Of my emotions today.
But stops at the dress area
In longing for her enjoyment.
 
Sweetie sweetcheeks, cuckoo like a Cuckoo (cuckoo)
I offer you two rooms and a kitchen.
Come on, darling and give it a go
In my two rooms and my kitchen.
 
Now I will chop twice as much timber
The moped shall be changed for a car.
A King size bed I shall order
It's all about changing styles.
Yeah, imagine getting delightful dishes
That tastes of love and butter.
Get to enamour in moonlit nights
And thereto small belongings.
 
Sweetie sweetcheeks, cuckoo like a Cuckoo (cuckoo)
I offer you two rooms and a kitchen.
Come on, darling and give it a go
In my two rooms and my kitchen.
 

Everything can be repeated

Take a look out of your window, isn't the sky blue
It was much worse here in the day when the sky was grey
Should have been here last week, then we had snow
Everything I think about is weather and wind and food each biting day
 
Everything can be repeated, everything can be confessed
Everything can be repeated, and nothing gets better
 
I wake up in the same old bed and hope for the best
Empty pockets and emptier glass, here is the boy who can party
Everyone that was here yesterday has disappeared for something better
Every day the same as the next, out and repair
 
Everything can be repeated, nothing can be repaired
Everything can be repeated, and nothing gets better
 
I sit here and drink again, my inventiveness has limits
Should have had some pills or some tension, or both parts
Everyone goes to talk about me here it is commercialised
They begin to get really tired, here it must be criticised
 
Take a look out of your window, isn't the sky blue (don't be so boring)
It was much worse here in the day when the sky was grey (incurable)
Should have been here last week, then we had snow (can it be possible)
Everything I think about is weather and wind and food each biting day
 
Everything can be repeated, everything can be confessed
Everything can be repeated, and nothing gets better
 
I wake in the same old bed and hope for the best
Empty pockets and emptier glass, here is the boy who can party
Everyone that was here yesterday has disappeared for something better
Every day the same as the next, out to repair
 
Everything can be repeated
Everyone can confess
Everything can be repeated
And nothing gets better
 
Everything can be repeated
Everyone can confess
Everything can be repeated
And nothing gets better
 
Everything can be repeated
Everything can be repeated
Everything can be repeated
Everything can be repeated
 

Two drunken men

Ketchup-stained shirt
and mustard-stung ass
Goggen* got beat up
and I was towed**
 
We were going to the movies
but what did we see?
A storefront with booze
and that was that
 
Two drunken men ride again
Two drunken men ride again
Two drunken men ride again
 
Goggen got his paycheck
and I were broke
Neither of us go around
playing chess
 
So what should one do
Should you just lay down
Or let your hair loose
and hit up town somewhere
 
Two drunken men ride again
Two drunken men ride again
Two drunken men ride again
 
Ketchup-stained shirt
and mustard-stung ass
Goggen got beat up
and I was towed
 
We were going to the movies
but what did we see?
A storefront with booze
and that was that
 
Two drunken men ride again
Two drunken men ride again
Two drunken men ride again
Two drunken men ride again
Two drunken men ride again
Two drunken men ride again
 

Ale

Drunkenness still hangs pretty heavy
and all the other folks still sleep, fuck them
his head is hankering for one thing
that thing has a first name, nothing
 
A sunrise has never been so ugly
Thore Skogmann1 would probably call it 'nice'2
He opens the refrigerator, nothing
dried blood in the hair but no stitches
 
And if one only only had ale
if one only only had ale
 
His throat is sore, it stands aflame
he turns on the tap, and gets some water
a box of export was more than enough
enough for nothing, he went amok
 
While all the yuppies downed wine
He played his part well and was a swine
Drunkenness still hangs pretty heavy
what he needs now is medicine
 
And if one only only had ale
if one only only had ale
 
('okay Jokke')
 
He's leaving now
the clock soon strikes five
he walks and takes the first rail home
for in the fridge at home there is ale
fridge at home there is ale
 
ale-ale-ale-ale-ale-ale
ale-ale-ale-ale-ale-ale
ale-ale-ale-ale-ale-ale
ale-ale-ale-ale-ale-ale
 

• 1. a swedish musician and actor
• 2. the swedish word 'snygg' (nice, neat, good-looking) sounds similar to the norwegian word 'stygg' (ugly, unpleasant)

City romance

I have trudged around the city a while now
And have long had my eyes on you
You act aloof but you sneak peeks at me
And that's more than enough for me
 
How long are you going to leave me hanging
Without you talking to me
I haven't fallen off yet
But it's beginning to be a while
Tell me how I can light your fire
 
Should we go to the carnival and win teddy bears
And ride bumper cars and the Ferris wheel
We can have a woman predict our future
Or maybe that's not such a good idea
What do you think?
 
And if you don't want to right away then I can wait
If you smile like that one more time
Don't wear out your tongue
Just hold my hand
If I want to, I can be quite nice
 
Should the two of us go for a dive at Tøyenbadet1
Just hop over the fence so discretely
If a lifeguard and his dog complain
Then we'll just climb up in the nearest tree, how about that?
 
Not to nag, but I'm starting to run out
Of things that will make you laugh
But don't misunderstand me
I'm still completely sincere
Just take a look at my eyes and see
 
I'll follow you home to your folks in Bjølsen2
So we'll meet tomorrow at three o'clock
If it wasn't for good old Prøysen3
This evening would have never happened
This song would have never come about
 

• 1. swimming facility in Oslo
• 2. neighborhood in Oslo
• 3. a Norwegian author, though I don't understand why he is referenced in this song. If someone who is Norwegian can explain, thank you

My clammy hands

I have nothing to offer
I have no special services
Thick in the head and thick in the stomach
Rather fat and thin in the hair
I'm starting to have bad teeth
There's nothing about me that's right anymore
I have no friends either
I only have my clammy hands
 
That will touch you
That I will touch you with
They will touch you
They will drag you down
 
And if we look away from my appearance
Then I have no inner worth either
No qualities that matter
Never there when I'm needed
I have no money either
Nothing left that I can sell
I have no friends anymore either
They slipped away between my clammy hands
 
That will touch you
That I will touch you with
They will touch you
They will drag you down
 
The things I have to offer
Are insecurity and alcoholism
I'm always ready to go on a bender
And I'll always appreciate a decent fight
40 records and my destroyed talent
And an apartment that needs to be hosed down
No money, no friends
All I have are my clammy hands
 
That will touch you
That I will touch you with
They will touch you
They will drag you down
 

Money forward

I met you on the street, you buzzed like a mosquito
I'm no star, furthermore I'm ugly
But as long as you're spending then things are straightforward
Flash your little card, then it's you and me
 
Gender doesn't matter, we aren't here for sex
We're here to drink, money forward
 
Then you'll get anecdotes, something to tell
Something to brag about to groveling friends
I can write autographs that you can sell
To all my fans, if I have any left
Of them, if there are any left
 
You insist that I'm your friend
I try and I try, but I don't recognize you
It makes no difference as long as you have cash
Especially if I don't have to pay you back
 
Gender doesn't matter, we aren't here for sex
We're here to drink, money forward
 
Then you'll get anecdotes, something to tell
Something to brag about to groveling friends
I can write autographs that you can sell
To all my fans, if I have any left
Of them, if there are any left
 
Gender doesn't matter, we aren't here for sex
We're here to drink, money forward
 

Sit

I wake up on the floor and I realize where I am
I go through my pockets, but nothing is there
I look around the room from wall to toilet to door
And I get a little scared, I get so damn scared
 
That I will sit, sit, sit here until the cows come home
I will sit, sit, sit here and be sorry for my sins
 
Then a guard comes and I ask him what I've done
He smiles and he answers that he can't say
But he's nice all the same, he informs me
That I should count on staying here for at least two weeks
 
Yeah, you'll sit, sit, sit here until the cows come home
You'll sit, sit, sit here and be sorry for your sins
 
So I sit and wonder what the fuck I've done
Maybe it's just drunkenness or I had some drugs
But no one in the house seems all that interested in
Telling me that, so I lie down
 
And I'll lie, lie, lie here until the cows come home
I'll lie, lie, lie here and be sorry for my sins
Be sorry for my sins
Be sorry for my sins