Belgian Asociality — Bompa Punk song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Bompa Punk" by Belgian Asociality.
Lyrics
Bompa Punk in zijne rolstoel
Wat minder haar, even grote smoel
Pist in de planten en speekt naar verplegers
Verscheurt de gazet en krast in de tegels
Op zijn wielen staat in’t groot anarchie
Maar zijne rooie kam, da lukt nimie
Zijn broek vol gaten en veiligheidspellen
En d' engelse vlag op zijn bretellen
Niemand is veilig, niemand is seef
En ziet hem een bomma, dan geraakt hem op dreef
Als ze hem vragen van bompa, waarom?
Dan laat hem ne scheet en draait zich om
Maar 's zondags bij 't familiebezoek
Zitten zijn klein mannen op zijne schoet
Vertelt hem zijn ouw toeren van vroeger weer
Maar hem geloven doen z’al lang nimeer
Bompa Punk, Bompa Punk, …
Op ne schoonen dag is hem heengegaan
Met zijne rolstoel heeft hem stagedive gedaan
Met ne goeien aanloop dook hem van’t balkon
Recht op nen dokter die daaronder stond
Lyrics translation
Bompa Punk in his wheelchair
A little less hair, the same face
Pissing in the plants and salivating to nurses
Tear up the gasket and scratch the tiles
On his wheels, there's anarchy.
But his red comb, that's how nimie does it.
His pants full of holes and security Games
And the English flag on his suspenders
No one's safe, no one's seef
And if he sees a bomma, he gets on fire.
If they ask him about bompa, why?
Then he farts and turns around
But on Sundays at the family visit
Are his little men sitting on his shoe
Tells him his old ways from the old days
But believing him never made him more
Bompa Punk, Bompa Punk,, …
On a day when he passed away
With his wheelchair, he did an interndive.
With a good run, he ducked off the balcony.
Right to a doctor who was under there