MC Einar — Bliv Ved Med At Danse song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Bliv Ved Med At Danse" by MC Einar.
Lyrics
Det var en temlig væmlig fest, usandsynlig syg
Et sted Guffe kendte i den indre by
Der var house-snavs og pølse-pop købt i Disco Mix Club
Sokke disc jockey med sponsortøj fra 7-up
Folk i disco-dasco-tøj kedede sig og kæderøg
Dansegulvsbesætningen var virklig sløj
Fire piger stod og stirred uden at stirre på noget
Deres blikke viste ik at det var fedt på nogen måde
Mens de uinsperered jokked frem og tilbage
Guffe vendte sig lidt flov imod os andre og sagde
Jeg var ikke rigtig klar over, hvor skufle her var
Men jeg får nedtur, lad os straks komme ud herfra
Og så ku vi måske godt alle sammen se
At det nok ikke var verdens allerværste ide
Vi vendte os om, vi var så godt som gået
Men pludslig gik det stærkt, pludslig skete der noget
Ham der disc jockey skuflen han spilled ikke mer
Var gået omkuld skide fuld og nu lå han så der
Så mig, og Ole, Peyk og Vildmand vi så på hinand
Det her var et job for min DJ Jan
Skuflen havde det skidt, så han passede sit
DJ Jan gik i gang med det fedeste beat
Folk de stod lidt og gloed lidt, men så var de solgt
Og for fanden hvor ham Jan cutted køligt og koldt
Mens han med stil og format smed en musikgranat
Folk begyndte på så småt at gå totalt grassat
Det var stemning uden hæmning, for at sige det mildt
Og Guffe var begyndt at funke fuldstændig vildt
Og DJ Peyks cruzer-dans den var helt okay
Han var i liså fuld effekt som min mand O. J
Og jeg jamede lidt, men jeg var færdig af grin
For Jesper Vildmand laved fede John Travolta-trin
Så jeg ga' fem svin til Guffe og O.J. og Peyk
Og gik op til DJ Jan og tog hans DJ-mic
Og sagde: Folk, bliv ved med at danse…
DJ Jan kørte showet på den fedeste måde
Det var (krassekras) og alt sådan noget
DJ Jan min hovedmand han var ufattelig steady
Og dansegulvet kogt som en gryde spaghetti
Det var et sydende bundt af folk der væltede rundt
Lavede underlige øvelser og nød hvert sekund
De kølede og jamede og lugtede af sved
De råbte, og de skreg, og de kastede ned
Lig' fra strenge store drenge med kajen fuld af bumser
Til søde små piger med søde små numser
Så jeg nikked til min ven DJ J-A-N
Og råbte: Brødre og søstre, så kører vi igen
Kom så, folk, bliv ved med at danse…
Det var power, så det brager, men lige meget hvad
Så så det ikke ud som om at han var særlig glad
Der stod en fuld idiot med sin standard replik:
(Bøvs) — «Ka du ikke spille noget ordentligt musik?»
Jeg ku se at Jan var ve' så småt at miste modet
Han rynkede sin pande og han rystede på hovedet
Vi får problemer sa han til mig, lige om lidt så det sket
For den pladesamling det er sgu det værste jeg har set
Det er utrolig dårlig smag, bli’r vi ved går det i kage
Der er næsten ikke andet end Rick Astley tilbage
(She wants to dance with me!)
— Vi skrider lad os gå
— Der er ik mere øl!
— Det skider jeg sgu på, og så ka:
Folk bli' ved med at danse
Lyrics translation
It was a temlig nasty party, unlikely sick
Somewhere Tuck knew in the inner city
There was house-dirt and sausage-pop bought in Disco Mix Club
Sock disc jockey with sponsor clothes from 7-up
People in disco-dasco clothes were bored and chain smoking
The dance floor crew was really bad
Four girls stood and stared without staring at anything
Their looks did not show that it was cool in any way
While they uninperated joked back and forth
Tuck turned a little embarrassed against the rest of us and said
I didn't really realize how skuffle here was
But I'm getting bummed, let's get out of here right away
And then maybe we could all see
That it probably wasn't the world's worst idea
We turned around, we were as good as gone
But suddenly it went fast, suddenly something happened
That disc jockey skufflen he played no more
Had gone fucking drunk and now he was lying there
Saw me, and Ole, Peyk and Wild Man we saw on each other
This was a job for my DJ Jan
The scuffle was in a bad state, so he took care of his
DJ Jan started the coolest beat
People they stood a little and glared a little, but then they were sold
And damn him Jan cutted cool and cold
While in style and format he threw a music grenade
People started to go so little crazy
It was mood without inhibition, to put it mildly
And Tuck was starting to funk completely wild
And DJ Peyks cruzer dance it was all right
He was in lis as full power as my husband O. J
And I was complaining a little, but I was done laughing
For Jesper Vildmand made fat John Travolta-step
So I go five pigs to tuck and O.J. and Peyk
And went up to DJ Jan and took his DJ mic
And said, People, keep dancing…
DJ Jan ran the show the coolest way
It was (krasekras) and all that stuff
DJ Jan my ringleader he was incredibly steady
And the dance floor cooked like a pot of spaghetti
It was a sizzling bundle of people rolling around
Did weird exercises and enjoyed every second
They were chilling and moaning and smelled of sweat
They cried, and they screamed, and they threw down
Lie ' from strict big boys with the quay full of pimples
For cute little girls with cute little butts
So I nodded to my friend DJ J-A-N
And cried, brothers and sisters, and we'll go again
Come on, people, keep dancing…
It was power, so it's gonna blow, but no matter what
Then it didn't look like he was particularly happy
There was a drunk idiot with his standard line:
(Burps) - " can't you play some decent music?»
I could see that Jan was so small to lose heart
He frowned his forehead and he shook his head
We're gonna get in trouble, so he'll be in trouble for me in a minute
For that record collection that's the fucking worst thing I've ever seen
It's incredibly bad taste, we know it goes into cake
There's almost nothing left but Rick Astley
(She wants to dance with me!)
- Let's go
- There's no more beer!
- I don't give a shit, and then I can:
People keep dancing