Teddy Bears — To Tette - Badehette song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "To Tette - Badehette" by Teddy Bears.
Lyrics
Det var i det gode året nittenhundre og boogiewoogie
Da krigen var glemt og gitara stemt
Rockebilly kom fram på scenekanten og hilste på brugen
Dro fram det beste han hadde på lager av rockefor for
Sultne mager. og folk i salen slukte det rått, som folk flest gjør
Når det vanker no godt. Rockebillys sang ***** varmt, doris og hjørdis
Gikk arm i arm inn i rommet bare for damer, forbi en type som snur
Seg og glaner. Og typen var stygg, ja styggere enn styggen og han kjente
Det skjedde no da han så hu derre doris som gikk i på do
Og han tenkte som styggen det der skal jeg ha tross lensmann og prest
Bilder i blad. Og som han tenkte, sånn blei det. Ut på dansegulvet sklei dem
Det hadde han ikke gjort hadde han visst at snart kom en større og sterkere
En lenger bak. Og plutselig stod du i døra, høyere enn fjella rundt
Sunndalsøra, lang og mager, sneipen i gjeipen, tøff som gutten, skjønte fleipen
Men aldri var det no’n som fleipa med deg, og den som fingra med Doris
Han fikk så det svei
Du var en femognitti, hadde rockesveis med fett i, du var drømmen du
Doris. Men du digga Noma jean, kjørte samma stil som jeamie dean
Skjønt du kjørte morris. Og var det dans på lokalet, så kom du seint, bortimot
Midnatt ja du hadde tima det tight. Du kom inn, kveldens paraquin
Fra scenen kom det boogiewoogie
Blues og rock and roll med sug i, fender og chessline
Du så deg rundt i salen der var hu med hestehalen
Pluss en type med dress
Og dressmann, kom i fra hønefoss
Han var glad i jenter han var glad i å sloss
Dansa sving, en sa ingenting
Før 'n sa; vi sees en annen dag
Hu satte kursen rett i mot deg
Han med dressen styrte samme vei
Doris hadde tent 'n og nå ville 'n laga bråk
For det er to tette og ei badehette
No more talk
Du var en femognitti, hadde rockesveis med fett i, du var drømmen du
Doris. Men du digga Noma jean, kjørte samma stil som jeamie dean
Skjønt du kjørte morris. Og var det dans på lokalet, så kom du seint, bortimot
Midnatt ja du hadde tima det tight. Du kom inn, kveldens paraquin
Lyrics translation
It was in the good year nineteen hundred and boogiewoogie
Then the war was forgotten and the guitar voted
Rockebilly arrived at the edge of the stage and greeted the Bruges
Pulled out the best he had in stock of rockefor for
Hungry stomachs. and people in the audience swallowed it raw, as most people do
When it frequents no well. Rock Billy's song * * * * * Hot, doris and corner ice
Went arm in arm into the room just for ladies, past a type that turns
Themselves and gawk. And the type was ugly, yes uglier than ugly and he knew
It happened no when he saw hu derre doris walking in to the bathroom
And he thought that he should have it there despite the sheriff and priest
Pictures in leaf. And as he thought, that's how it became. Out on the dance floor slipped them
What he had not done had he known that soon came a bigger and stronger
One further behind. And suddenly you stood in the door, higher than the mountains around
Sunndalsøra, long and lean, sneepen in gjeipen, tough as the boy, figured Flippen
But never was it no'n like fleipa with you, and whoever fingra with Doris
He then got the way
You were a femognitti, had rock welding with fat in, you were the dream you
Doris. But you digga Noma jean, ran samma style as jeamie dean
Though you drove morris. And was there dancing at the venue, then you came late, on the contrary
Midnight yes you had tima it tight. You came in, tonight's paraquin
From the scene came the boogiewoogie
Blues and rock and roll with suction in, fender and chessline
You looked around in the saddle where was hu with ponytail
Plus a type with suit
And dressmann, come from hønefoss
He was fond of girls he was fond of fighting
Dansa turn, one said nothing
Before ' n said; See you another day
Hu headed straight towards you
He with the suit ruled the same way
Doris had lit 'n and now would' n make noise
For there are two tight and one swimming cap
No more talk
You were a femognitti, had rock welding with fat in, you were the dream you
Doris. But you digga Noma jean, ran samma style as jeamie dean
Though you drove morris. And was there dancing at the venue, then you came late, on the contrary
Midnight yes you had tima it tight. You came in, tonight's paraquin