Jack Parow — Eksie Ou song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Eksie Ou" by Jack Parow.
Lyrics
Eksie eksie ou
E-e-e-e-eksie ou
Eksie eksie ou
E-e-e-e-eksie ou
Hello (x2)
Voor die gym voor dit opmaak, met 'n protein shake
2ure op die treadmill anders is ons spyt
Men’s Health covers, voel altyd fokken great
Want al wat regtig tel in die lewe is hoe jy lyk
In die bed teen 8uur met 'n goeie fokken boek
Groot in die bolyf, maar lig in die broek
Tel die Energade op, brandy moet jy neersit
Hang nog by clubs uit al is ons amper 40
Date net dom blondes, want dis fokken maklik
Probeer heeltyd diep wees, maar bly oppervlakig
Lifestyle centres en Clinique for men
Lifestyle blogs, lyk soos Barbie se Ken
Pims en fokken lemonade, Kauai en Buzz
Nul personality, life enhancing drugs
So klap jou fokken hanne vir die moffies met die guns
En kom soek Parow by die bar as jy lus is vir 'n man
Sit heel voor in die kerk, ons lewe bo ons ryk
Ons bid alweer werk, die bediende moet mos stryk
Kaarte by Woolworths en Edgars accounts
Country Road vat my huis toe, die last boy scout
Nog 'n huisie in 'n kompleks, twee karre innie garage
Mugg en Bean breakfasts, eet net Ceaser salaads
Bybel in die handsak, maar as dit moeilik gaan dan skei ons
Cafe op die straat hoek, maar as ons iets soek dan ry ons
Mannies en peddies, botox en lifts
Tuinboys en nannies, mouldy en miff
Ons huis lyk soos 'n ad vir Mr. Price Home
Ons almal fokken lyk soos moerse nice clones
Getroud met Mr. Min, gemis deur min
Bloed rooi fokken lipstick en hare mooi geperm
Familie vakansies op Knysna of Plett
Asb kan iemand ons net fokken red
Ons dra brille sonder lense, bly in open plan flats
Vol bal en klou tafels en opgerolde yoga mats
Side path hairstyles en sailor tattoos
Ons Facebook vol gepak van fotos van on shoes
Rook net tabak deur ou oom pype
Dit proe dalk soos kak maar dit lyk baie greater
Nog 'n kak fotograaf, nog 'n Ice fokken model
Nog 'n graphic designer, nog 'n Valpre bottle
Vintage fokken klere, ryk soos homeless shelters
Probeer almal different wees, maar lyk die fokken selfde
Praat met n aksent maar kom van die kaap af
Jy kan ons drop in 'n music video straight vanie straat af
Ons almal speel in bands, maar speel nooit fokken shows nie
Ons is almal self-conscious omdat niemand ons onthou nie
Nog 'n band uit die paarl, nog 'n waste of space
Nog 'n and Union bier, nog fokol om te wys
Sandwich by Superette, wyn by Power and the Glory
Meestal by die bar want ons lewens is te boring
Nog 'n klein bietjie makeup, lyk soos 'n post mortom
Nog 'n pose, nog 'n smile, nog 'n album op We Are Awesome
Lyrics translation
A a old
E-e-e-e-a old
A a old
E-e-e-e-a old
Hello (x2)
Before the gym prior to this markup, with a protein shake
2ure on the treadmill otherwise we regret
Men's Health covers, always feel fucking great
Because all that really counts in life is how you look
In the bed against 8uur with a good fucking book
Big in the torso, but light in the pants
Count the Energade on, brandy, you must set
Still hangs at clubs from all we are almost 40
Date just dumb blondes, because it's fucking easy
Try all the time deep, but stay oppervlakig
Lifestyle centres and Clinique for men
Lifestyle blogs, looks like Barbie's Ken
Pims and fucking lemonade, Kauai and Buzz
Zero personality, life enhancing drugs
So slap your fucking hanne for the moffies with the guns
And come looking Parow at the bar if you're craving for a man
Put quite before in the church, we are living above our empire
We pray again work, the maid should moss ironing
Cards at Woolworths and Edgars accounts
Country Road take me home, the last boy scout
Yet a cottage in a complex, two cars and garage
Mugg and Bean breakfasts, only eat Ceaser salaads
Bible in the handbag, but if it is difficult then go separate us
Cafe on the street corner, but if we have something search then we drive
Mannies and peddies, botox and lifts
Tuinboys and nannies, mouldy and miff
Our house looks like an ad for Mr. Price Home
We all fucking look like helluva nice clones
Married with Mr. Few, missed by few
Blood red fucking lipstick and hair pretty geperm
Family holidays on Knysna or Plett
Please can someone we just fucking save
We wear goggles without lenses, stay in open plan flats
Full ball and claw tables and rolled-up yoga mats
Side path hairstyles and sailor tattoos
Our Facebook packed full of photos of on shoes
Smoking just tobacco by old uncle pipes
It tasted maybe like crap but it looks much greater
Still a crap photographer, another Ice fucking model
Still a graphic designer, still a Valpre bottle
Vintage fucking clothes, rich as homeless shelters
Probeer almal different wees, maar lyk die fokken selfde
Praat met n aksent maar kom van die kaap af
Jy kan ons drop in 'n music video straight vanie straat af
Ons almal speel in bands, maar speel nooit fokken shows nie
Ons is almal self-conscious omdat niemand ons onthou nie
Nog 'n band uit die paarl, nog 'n waste of space
Nog 'n and Union bier, nog fokol om te wys
Sandwich by Superette, wyn by Power and the Glory
Meestal by die bar want ons lewens is te boring
Nog 'n klein bietjie makeup, lyk soos 'n post mortom
Nog 'n pose, nog 'n smile, nog 'n album op We Are Awesome