MC Einar — Panik song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Panik" by MC Einar.
Lyrics
Det var en weekend i provinsen, hvor vi spilled et gig
På et typisk og lidt tvivlsomt provinsdiskotek
Pumped stemningen op, det var hammer succes
Ganske som vi plejer, intet nyt ved det
Men da crowden så blev tavs efter sidste applaus
Så ville jeg dyrke mine laster, rodes ud i noget snavs
Jeg skrev 3−4 autografer og lidt morsomme ting
Drak 3−4 half-and-half og så mig lidt omkring
Og lige ved siden af med neonfarvede æblekinder
Sad en poptøs, (Uh!) med 3−4 veninder
De kravled rundt i snavs fra en flok gryntende fyre
Og drak mintgrønne drinks med orange paraplyer
Der var bolchecolada og pastelvand på is
— så hellere en øl end det popsmarte fis
Men det havde nu en underlig dragende effekt
Det uidentificerede flydende objekt
Jeg tog et skridt eller to, tog glasset, tog en slurk
Hun hidsed sig op, og hun gik helt agurk
Hun skreg:
«Min drink! Tag at tænk dig lidt om dit kvaj
Tror du jeg vil ha AIDS af en taber som dig?!»
Jeg var dybt chokeret, jeg var mundlam og stum
At tænke sig at nogen kunne være så dum
Dit lille poppede fæ, din lille åndspygmæ
Din hjerne har du fået til at tænke med
Så drik det giftgrønne pis, der sker jo ikke en skid
Og så la vær med at te dig som en paranoid
Panik
Der står AIDS på plakaten
— du på spanden, sved på panden — slap dog a for satan
Jeg ka se dig stå og te dig mens du plejer din frygt
Paranoia så det støjer fuldstændig forrykt
Hold dig væk fra min øl og Hold dig væk fra mig
Holder ikke kammerat, nervøsitet eller ej
Det hysteri broder, det, hysteri søster
Der ingen der får AIDS af hverken knus eller kysser
Hun kaldte på sin fyr, han var stor, og han var stærk, og
Var et galleri af Tattoo Jacks samlede værker
Han var grim, han var led, og han lugted af sved
Havde hår mellem tænderne, var to meter bred
Han sagde:
«Jer fra MC Einar — I tror I er så smarte
Kys din fremtid farvel du, for jeg ka' karate»
Jeg sagde:
«Dig mand, HA! — ja den er sgu go' du
Min DJ Jan ka' tajahakachiikamodo
Den der ækle byld der vælter op af din krop
Er det dit hoved, eller har din hals kastet op?
Du grim og stupid, så hva' med at skrid
Hvis jeg ve høre på et røvhul ka jeg slå en skid»
Åh, åh, hva det jeg siger? Hva' dog det jeg gør?
Den slags ka' gå galt, jeg har set det før
Mine odds var cirka en til en halv million
Med udsigt til en varig invalidepension
Med panik i mit blik, fik jeg skiftet taktik
Og bød på smøger og bajere, og håbed den gik
Jeg sagde: «Vi ses måske senere, jeg må hellere gå»
Da han tog Honda-jakken af og tog et knojern på
Jeg ville flygte men min krop den var tung som bly
Mine 22 år de passered revy
Vældigt heldigt blev jeg redet af min redelighed
Der stod Jan og Peyk og Vildmand, og Gåffe var med
Så fik han los i sin sæk, hestebid og pandesmæk
Og skipperbryst og buksevand og skyndte sig væk
Vores aften den gik, med bedste bælleteknik
De fulde fem i effekt: Vi vil ha erotik
Vi vil med djævlens vold og magt te os sygt som sagt
Vi lusked rundt som sultne ulve på en rødhættejagt
For når brødrene de køler med halve liter øller
Er der damer med i alt hvad vi tænker og føler
En poptøs eller to, måske fem med lidt held
Det er jo altid noget bedre end at gøre det selv
Vi behøver ikke frygte, det går galt en dag
For vi har gummi med, vi slapper fuldstændigt a
I vores baglomme fordommens fjende nummer 1
Så ka man ta det ganske roligt, køle ud og ha det fedt
For AIDS hysteri, vild panik, og angstens sved
Det er skufle kamufleret som forsigtighed
Du ka sagtens være bange, men fornuften har talt
Går du ud og går med gummi, går det aldrig galt
Panik
Der står AIDS på plakaten
— du på spanden, sved på panden — slap dog a for satan
Jeg ka se dig stå og te dig mens du plejer din frygt
Paranoia så det støjer fuldstændig forrykt
Hold dig væk fra min øl og Hold dig væk fra mig
Holder ikke kammerat, nervøsitet eller ej
Det hysteri søster, det hysteri broder
Det svært at få AIDS, få det ind i jeres hoder!
Lyrics translation
It was a weekend in the province where we played a gig
On a typical and slightly dubious provincial disco
Pumped the mood up, it was hammer success
Just like we used to, nothing new about it
But when the crowd then became silent after the last applause
Then I would grow my vices, root out in some dirt
I wrote 3-4 autographs and a little funny stuff
Drank 3-4 half-and-half and looked me around
And right next door with neon colored apple cheeks
Sat a poptous, (Uh!) with 3-4 girlfriends
They crawled around in the dirt from a bunch of grunting guys
And drank mint green drinks with orange umbrellas
There was candy Colada and pastel water on ice
- I'd rather have a beer than that Pop-Smart bullshit
But it now had a strange alluring effect
The unidentified floating object
I took a step or two, took the glass, took a sip
She got excited, and she went crazy
She screamed:
"My drink! Think a little bit about you son of a bitch
You think I want AIDS from a loser like you?!»
I was deeply shocked, I was tongue-tied and mute
To think that someone could be so stupid
You little poo-poo-poo-poo-poo-poo-poo-poo-poo
Your brain has you got to think with
So drink that poison green piss, that ain't gonna happen shit
And then don't act like a paranoid
Panic
It says AIDS on the poster
- you in the bucket, sweat on your forehead-get the fuck out of here
I can watch you stand and act as you nurture your fear
Paranoia so it makes a lot of noise
Stay away from my beer and stay away from me
Does not hold mate, nervousness or not
That hysteria brother, that, hysteria sister
No one gets AIDS from either hugs or kisses
She called her guy, he was big and he was strong, and
Was a gallery of Tattoo Jack's collected works
He was ugly, he was mean, and he smelled of sweat
Had hair between the teeth, was two meters wide
He said:
"You guys from MC Einar-you think you're so smart
Kiss your future goodbye, you, because I can karate»
I said:
"You man, HA! - yeah, that's good
My DJ Jan ka tajahakachiikamodo
That nasty boil that's pouring out of your body
Is that your head, or has your neck thrown up?
You ugly and stupid, so what about getting out of here
If I woe listen to an asshole I can beat shit»
Oh, oh, what am I saying? What am I doing?
That kind of thing can go wrong, I've seen it before
My odds were about one to half a million
With the prospect of a permanent disability pension
With panic in my eyes, I changed tactics
And commanded smokes and beers, and hoped it would go
I said, " I'll see you later, maybe I should go»
When he took off the Honda jacket and put on a brass knuckle
I wanted to escape but my body it was heavy as lead
My 22 years they passed revue
Very fortunate I was ridden by my integrity
There was Jan and Peyk and Wildman, and Gåffe was there
Then he got loose in his sack, horse bite and forehead bangs
And skipper breast and trouser water and hurried away
Our night it went, with Best Bitch technique
Sane in effect: we want eroticism
We will with the devil's violence and power be sick as I said
We sneaked around like hungry wolves on a Red Riding Hood hunt
For when the brothers they cool with half liter beers
Are there ladies with everything we think and feel
A poptous or two, maybe five with a little luck
After all it's always something better than doing it yourself
We don't have to worry about it going wrong one day
For we have rubber with, we relax completely a
In our back pocket the enemy of prejudice number 1
Then you can take it quite calmly, cool off and have it fat
For AIDS hysteria, wild panic, and the sweat of anxiety
It is skuffle camouflaged as caution
You can easily be afraid, but reason has spoken
You go out and wear rubber, it never goes wrong
Panic
It says AIDS on the poster
- you in the bucket, sweat on your forehead-get the fuck out of here
I can watch you stand and act as you nurture your fear
Paranoia so it makes a lot of noise
Stay away from my beer and stay away from me
Does not hold mate, nervousness or not
The hysteria sister, the hysteria brother
It's hard to get AIDS, get it into your heads!