Malk De Koijn — Troppelanding song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Troppelanding" by Malk De Koijn.
Lyrics
Yea!
Kenneth, olfert, olan og mikkie
Havde en stak blade som de ku' kig' i
Fordi de havde brugt deres penge
På at købe nogle blade som man ku kig' i
Det var nogle sjove blade og nogen gange alvorlig'
De var verdens bedste, de ku' aldrig være dårlig
De snakkede om deres blade, og de købte nogle fler'
Viste dem til hinanden og de læste dem tit
De havde godt nok mange blade dengang
Og de var feder' at læse i end at lege med boomerang
Og hvis den ene havde fået lommepenge før de andre
Så gik de ned og købte et blad sammen
Stammen, savl og gråd og stønende host
Hørte man aldrig fra dem — næh næh
Bare de ku kig i deres blade
Og snakke om hvad de havde læst i deres blaaaaaaaade
For
Min onkel Harry han er bager
Du sku' bare se ham stå og kværne kager med kæben
Så kraftig som en spækhugger der bider med læben
I dens nyfødte babys nak'
For at løfte den op på molen
For nu skal den hen i skolen
Og lære om grundsagnsled, gymnatik, religiasens time
Og så skal den ha en fryser
For den larmede i kimen da klokken den timede, så den nyser
Og forklarer at det ikke var den, men en puma
Der larmede i et fjernsyn af mærket Luma
Henne i brugsen står fru Urlsen
Og køber styrpøls' henne fra slagter Skrivels
Der ikke tvivls om hvordan og hvorfor
Folk kommer og går og handler i Aberdeen!
Klar, parat, start rock Stewart
Jeg kører på gokart og har tre store dolke
Men ogs' en blød mule så den skåner hele folket
De klapper, de klapper med deres muge
Men forstå, jeg ingen kukfugl der bare går
Og svælger kaffe med flød'
Dumpapt døgenigt titte-bøh
Hokus kokus en frø med hovedpin'
Er hvad du får når du spiller op mod min' rim
Der blevet kogt op med en rotte i
Og blevet begravet som et cykelstativ med røven i vejret med en skotte i
Aberdeen
Spark, til noget bark i en park, knark, er du sindssyg fjolle-ab'
Jeg har aldrig ku' fordøje det gylle
Jeg er nede med Gylle Light og du ved det kan trylle
Er du øg, er du oppe på beatet og speeded
Aberdeen kan aldrig bli' defeated
Gammel sukkerknald, kop eller piskeris
Kniv, skål, økse og nougat is
Ind i en køkkenske med oste som hjul, eh
Du får mig ikke til spise det
Spise det som en lynkrabbe spiser
Du ved jeg viser
Jeg ikke ny for det skælver
Vælter kopper og glas
Køkkenmaskiner og husblas
For det knark, hvis du vil ryge lidt stærk tobak, Henning
Jeg ikke ny for det (aaaaaaa…)
…Aberdeen, stedet hvor jeg læner og lever
Lun som i en kokas' blød som Lunderskov
Se den dreng i den vogn han er
Død som en klovn, der sku' ha' heddet Oleg
Med et dyrt Rolex ur, der spiller sin egen røv og nøgler
Som et tamburskorps
Stik mod nord med din fjollenæs', stoptud, båthorns snot kasern',
bussemændenes hjemmeværn
Skynd dig væk før jeg Søren Kaster dig op ad en krostu'
Det koster en formu'
At få dig ned igen åndsvage klovn
Jeg har en ovn hvor jeg kan lave dig til Fedtmul'
Så hele Aberdeen sogn de kan kom' og spise Ketchtuhl
Den nationale ret, for
Aberdeeeeiiieeeeee… n !
Lyrics translation
Yeah!
Kenneth, wedgie, olan and mikkie
Had a stack of leaves that they could 'look' in
Because they had spent their money
To buy some magazines that you could look at
It was some funny magazines and sometimes serious'
They were the best in the world, they could never be bad
They talked about their magazines, and they bought some more'
Showed them to each other and they read them often
They had a lot of magazines back then
And they were feder' to read in than to play with boomerang
And if one had been given pocket money before the others
Then they went down and bought a magazine together
Stuttering, drooling and crying and groaning cough
Never heard from them-nah nah
I wish they could look in their magazines
And talk about what they had read in their blaaaaaaaade
For
My uncle Harry he's a baker
You should just watch him grind cakes with his jaw
As powerful as a killer whale biting his lip
In the nak of its newborn baby'
To lift it up on the pier
Because now it's going to school
And learning about basics, Gymnastics, the hour of religion
And then it needs a freezer
For the loud in the chime when the clock it timed, so that it sneezes
And explains that it was not it, but a puma
There was a noise in a television of the brand Luma
Mrs. Urlsen is standing over in brugsen
And buys styrpøls ' her from Butcher Skrivels
There is no doubt about how and why
People come and go shopping in Aberdeen!
Ready, Set, start rock Stewart
I ride on gokart and have three big daggers
But also a soft muzzle so that it spares all the people
They clap, they clap with their muge
But understand, I no cuckoo that just goes
And swallows coffee with floated'
Dumpapt round-the-clock titty-boo
Hocus kokus a frog with a headache'
Is what you get when you play up against my ' rhyme
A rat was cooked in
And buried like a bike rack up your ass with a Scot in it
Aberdeen
Kick, to some bark in a park, knark, are you crazy silly-ab'
I never could digest that shit
I'm down with slurry Light and you know it can conjure
Are you and are you up on the beat and speeded
Aberdeen can never be defecated
Old sugar cube, Cup or whisk
Knife, bowl, axe, and nougat ice cream
Into a kitchen spoon with cheeses like wheels, eh
You're not gonna make me eat it
Eat it like a lightning crab eats
You know I show
I'm not new because it trembles
Overturning cups and glasses
Kitchen appliances and glassware
For that knark, if you want to smoke a little strong tobacco, Henning
I'm not new to it (aaaaaaa…)
AB Aberdeen, the place where I lean and live
Snug as in a kokas ' soft as Puffin Forest
Look at that boy in the truck he is
Dead like a clown named Oleg
With an expensive Rolex watch playing its own ass and keys
Like a tambourine Corps
Head north with your silly nose', stoptud, båthorns snot barracks',
the Busmen's Home Guard
Hurry away before I throw you up a krostu'
It costs a fortune'
To get you back down stupid clown
I have an oven where I can make you fat Mule'
So the whole Aberdeen parish they can come and eat Ketchtuhl
The National Court, for
Aberdeeeeiiieeeeee... n !