There is whiteøl in the tønde Then the fest will soon begynde Put some whiteøl in your cup When it’s drukken fill it up I can hop, I can run, and it’s very very fun Klask your lår, klask your støvle I can hop, I can run, and it’s very fun Glem the trouble – and the bøvl This is a song I like to høre This is music for my øre Dance a little støvle dance Dance it while you have a chance I can hop, I can run, and it’s very very fun Klask your lår, klask your
It is a dæjlig julenight and all the stjerner’s shining bright. Yes, it is jul and we have free I think ligefrem that we can sig’: Yeah it’s good to be a nissemand yeah it’s good to be a nisse. Yeah it’s good to be a nissemand yeah it’s good to be a nisse. Yes, it is jul and we have free I think ligefrem that we can sig’ … come on, say it now! Yeah it’s good to be a nissemand yeah it’s good to be a nisse. Yeah it’s good to be a nissemand yeah it’s good to
Sometimes life is not easy sometimes life is hard and beskidt. Sometimes life is not easy sometimes life is hard and beskidt. Sometimes life is not easy sometimes it’s virk’lig, virk’lig no’ed shit. God free me da vel God free me da vel and vorherrebevares. God free me da vel God free me da vel and vorherrebevares. God free me da vel God free me da vel and vorherrebevares. Sometimes life is not easy sometimes life is directly træls. Sometimes life is not easy sometimes life is directly træls. Some things shall you not stik’ your næse i but leave
Thousands of vendings kværner ’round in my head I’m sitting here thinking on what the gammel man said if you wanna do it you can do it just keep on what you can’t do i daw maybe you can do i mor’n. Thousands of vendings kværner ’round in my head I’m sitting here thinking on what the gammel man said my gammel man said one each is his own luck’s smith that’s there simpelthen overhead not no’ed to do with. The one who first comes to the mill is him who first get painted he also said if you sleep
Do lig’ this and do lig’ that I’m den-onde-lyn’me soon træt It hurts in my skoulder It hurts in my bones I shall do the hele hele hiel alone It’s sitting on tværs in my univers I think it’s grænsing to something pervers I got infiltrations in my neck I think I need a kiropraktorcheck I’m the knokkel pukkel man I’m the knokkel pukkel man I’m the knokkel pukkel man I’m the knokkel pukkel man Do lig’ this and do lig’ that I’m den-onde-lyn’me soon træt It’s sitting on tværs in my univers I think it’s grænsing to something pervers
Now what is that I see could it mon be you my pige. In every busk and tree could it mon be you my pige. No’en folks are waiting all their lives to blive each others men and wives. But her that I can li’ will she mon wait for me, yes yes, will she mon wait for me. No’en folks are waiting all their lives to blive each others men and wives. But her that I can li’ will she mon wait for me, yes yes, will she mon wait for me.
It’s a dark and stormful night and the sol is gawn down. The sol is gawn down it’s a dark and stormful night. I think it da egentlig was a very good day it could have been værre, that must I say. I ka’ ellers godt betovlig if something goes gal but lig’ today I think it goes like it shall. And it’s dæjlig it is dæjlig let’s fejre it with the dæjlig news blues. First on the day it saw a little shit out what skut we do I was a little in doubt. I was thinking so my
Der Hund sagt wuf und waf der Hund ist froh mit Waldschwein in dem Gabf. Der Gevær sagt puf und paf der Jäger ist froh weil han ein Waldschwein traf. Jah es ist wunderschön wan man im Walde Hunde hören gøen. Jah ich will trynen die Leute wie macht scheisse in dem Grünen. Und die Halunken will ich im Maven dunken.
Der dufter af brænde i den varme stue moder hun strikkre på en ulden hue. Jeg tænker tit tilbage på dengang jeg var barn da jeg var uskyldig, ung og uerfaren. De kære minder dukker frem fra julen i mit barndomshjem med hjertevarme, juleknas og julestads. Det jeg husker bedst af alt er juletid det var dengang sneen altid var hvid. En sten faldt fra mit hjerte med det første fnug blomster af is skabt af rudens dug. De kære minder dukker frem fra julen i mit barndomshjem med hjertevarme, juleknas og julestads. På bordet i mørket brændte der en
