Steppeulvene — Itsi-Bitsi song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Itsi-Bitsi" by Steppeulvene.
Lyrics
Itsi Bitsi ta' med mig til Nepal
Itsi Bitsi ta' med mig til Nepal
Vejen er lavet af rågummisåler
Ta' dine sko af for asfalten tåler
Kun dine bare tæer
Kys dine skarabæer
Lyt til speedometeret der stråler
At vi er inviteret til lamabal
Så Itsi Bitsi ta' med mig til Nepal
Det flyvende tæppe går klokken otte
Bob Dylan har ringet og sagt vi ka' nå det
Vi har brystkarameller med
I vores trøst-caraveller ved
Nordpolen hvor isbjørnen blev skudt
Uden at nogen kvinder så det
Vi spiser hval og drikker tran i Knud Rasmussens hal
Så Itsi Bitsi ta' med mig til Nepal
Vi vil sidde i skyggen af kølige buske og
Lade chick-hjernecellerne huske
At vores sprøde sang
I vores røde spand
Skal strøs på gulvet til ære for de gamle ølkuske
Ja vi har mere end hundrede pladser til dem i al fald
Åh Spies, ta' med os til Nepal
Lad mig sejle i dine øjnes oceaner
Lad mig plukke af din ø's bananer
Aberne plukker sig
Bølgerne klukker dig
Og jeg elsker dig langt højere end du aner
Ak ja, langt højere tal
Så Itsi Bitsi ta' med mig til Nepal
Lyrics translation
Itsi Bitsi take me to Nepal
Itsi Bitsi take me to Nepal
The road is made of raw rubber soles
Take off your shoes for the asphalt withstands
Just your bare toes
Kiss your scarabs
Listen to the speedometer that beams
That we are invited to lamabal
So Itsi Bitsi go with me to Nepal
The magic carpet leaves at eight o'clock
Bob Dylan called and said We can reach it
We brought breast caramels
In our comfort-caraveller by
The North Pole where the polar bear was shot
Without any women seeing it
We eat whale and drink tran in Canute Rasmussen's Hall
So Itsi Bitsi go with me to Nepal
We will sit in the shade of cool bushes and
Let the chick brain cells remember
That our crisp song
In our red bucket
Must be sprinkled on the floor in honor of the old beer cans
Yes we have more than a hundred seats for them anyway
Oh Spies, come with us to Nepal
Let me sail in the oceans of your eyes
Let me pick your island's bananas
The monkeys are picking themselves
The waves chuckling you
And I love you much more than you know
Oh, yes, much higher numbers
So Itsi Bitsi go with me to Nepal