Lars Lilholt — Banjo Joe song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Banjo Joe" by Lars Lilholt.
Lyrics
Banjo Joe han står gaden
Med sin Höfner og sit liv
Med en stortromme på ryggen
Og et mundharpestativ
Banjo er en gammel rotte
Og la’r hatten vandre rundt
«Gode herre, smukke godte
Glem jer selv, det sku' vær sundt»
Han spiller dat — han spiller dit
Han spiller blændende, han spiller skidt
Og jeg er din — og du er min
Synger Banjo med et svedent grin
Der var en linedanserinde
Med en silkeparaply
Som Banjo elskede at finde
I en fremmed søvnig by
Men hun faldt ned og gik til grunde
En vinter i Lemvig
Og nu var Banjo ikke bundet
Men heller aldrig mere fri
Han spiller dat — han spiller dit
Han spiller blændende, han spiller skidt
Og jeg er din — og du er min
Lyder banjokendingsmelodien
Hvem kan se at han var neuro-
Specialist eller var det kirurg
Når han blinker til dig, fint med euro
Før han spiller «Love me do»
Han spiller dat — han spiller dit
Han spiller blændende, han spiller skidt
Og jeg er din — og du er min
Min sødeste flicka flicka fin
Livet er ingen dans på roser
Og Joe han ligner snart en gammel gris
Da han siger «Bonsoir» til Skæbnen
I en metro i Paris
Han spiller dat — han spiller dit
Han spiller blændende, han spiller skidt
Og jeg er din — og du er min
Synger Banjo med et svedent grin
Og nu sidder de i himlen
Danserinden med sin skat
Englene de går bananas
Hver gang Banjo Joe ta’r fat
Han spiller dat — han spiller dit…
Lyrics translation
Banjo Joe he's on the street
With his Höfner and his life
With a bass drum on the back
And a mouthpiece rack
Banjo is an old rat
And let the hat wander around
"Good Lord, beautiful goodie
Forget about yourselves, it should be healthy»
He plays dat-he plays Yours
He plays dazzling, he plays rubbish
And I'm yours — and you're mine
Singing Banjo with a sweaty laugh
There was a line dancer
With a silk umbrella
Which Banjo loved to find
In a strange sleepy city
But she fell down and perished
A winter in Lemvig
And now Banjo wasn't tied up
But never again free
He plays dat-he plays Yours
He plays dazzling, he plays rubbish
And I'm yours — and you're mine
Sounds the banjokendingsmelodien
Who can tell he was neuro-
Specialist or was it a surgeon
When he flashes to you, fine with euro
Before he plays "Love me do»
He plays dat-he plays Yours
He plays dazzling, he plays rubbish
And I'm yours — and you're mine
My sweetest flicka flicka fin
Life is not a rose dance
And Joe he's about to look like an old pig
When he says "Bonsoir" to fate
In a metro in Paris
He plays dat-he plays Yours
He plays dazzling, he plays rubbish
And I'm yours — and you're mine
Singing Banjo with a sweaty laugh
And now they're in heaven
The dancer with her darling
The Angels they go bananas
Every time Banjo Joe takes hold
He plays dat-he plays Yours…