Sillstryparn — Doin' the omoralisk schlagerfestival song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Doin' the omoralisk schlagerfestival" by Sillstryparn.
Lyrics
Kära lyssnare, får jag för er presentera The One and only Sillstryparen från
Göteborg!
Eller som spanjoren säger Garotta di Anjovis
Sjungandes till sin äkta Semperfiser doing the omoralisk schlagerfestival
I kören hörs de brummande busarna Björnligan och Gondolen
It’s a one, it’s a two
It’s a one, two, three, four
Det rasslar av juveler och glittrar av guld
De sjunger om den spanska solen
Men garotteringar och mord, det skiter de i
Och svänger på fascistkärringkjolen
Och här kommer ABBA i kläder av plast
Lika döda som sillkonserver
De skiter också i allt, vill göra snabba stål
Det pyr i mina franska nerver
Doin' the omoralisk schlagerfestival, yes
Doin' the omoralisk schlagerfestival
Ja, kom igen gubbar!
Och världens melodi, förtryck och slaveri
Va fan rör det våra artister
De gör sin karriär och ler och snälla är, de har många korkade brister
De ställer upp på allt, de tar det smörigt kallt
I fascisternas feta ister
De roar oss till döds på våran grammofon
Ska vi fastna i deras klister
Doin' the omoralisk schlagerfestival
Doin' the omoralisk schlagerfestival, oj
Och Stickan Andersson han tycker folk är dumt
Producerar romantik
Men kärleken är stark
Så Stickan får en spark
Som passar ett syniskt svin
Men ni som jobbar hårt
Och ni som har det svårt
Sjung med i Sillstryparns melodi
Vi har vår egen sång
Vi ger väl fan i dem
I deras fjöliga svärmeri
Doin' the omoralisk schlagerfestival, jösses
Doin' the omoralisk schlagerfestival, yes
Doin' the omoralisk schlagerfestival, ja
Doin' the omoralisk schlagerfestival, ös på lite
Doin' the omoralisk schlagerfestival, åh yes
Doin' the omoralisk schlagerfestival, ballt
Lyrics translation
Dear listeners, may I present to you the One and only Herring Stryparen from
Gothenburg!
Or as the Spaniard says Garotta di Anjovis
Singing to his real Semperfiser doing the immoral Schlager festival
In the choir you can hear the roaring Buss the bear gang and the gondola
It's a one, it's a two
It's a one, two, three, four,
It rustles with jewels and sparkles of gold
They sing about the Spanish sun
But garotters and murders, they don't give a shit
And swinging on the fascist bitch skirt
And here comes ABBA in clothes made of plastic
As dead as herring canned
They also don't give a shit about everything, want to make fast Steels
It smoulders in my French nerves
Doin' the immoral schlagerfestival, yes
Doin' the immoral schlagerfestival
Yeah, come on, guys!
And the melody of the world, oppression and slavery
What the hell is that about our artists
They make their careers and smile and kind are, they have a lot of stupid flaws
They put up with everything, they take it buttery cold
In the fat lard of the fascists
They amuse us to death on our gramophone
Should we get stuck in their glue
Doin' the immoral schlagerfestival
Doin ' the immoral Schlager festival, oops
And Stickan Andersson he thinks people are stupid
Produces romance
But love is strong
So The Stick gets a kick
That fits a synic pig
But those of you who work hard
And you who have a hard time
Sing along in the melody of the herring Strypar
We have our own song
We provide well fuck them
In their fair swarm
Doin ' the immoral Schlager festival, jeez
Doin' the immoral schlagerfestival, yes
Doin ' the immoral Schlager festival, yes
Doin ' the immoral Schlager festival
Doin ' the immoral Schlager festival, oh yes
Doin ' the immoral Schlager festival, cool