Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Grøftfyll As, artist - GunslingersDate of issue: 19.06.2011
Song language: Norwegian
Grøftfyll As(original) |
| Ho for te byen sko studera |
| Å eg satt igjen i ein gravemaskin |
| Ho sko komma heim, starta AS |
| Å ho sko ver sjef for økonomi |
| Eg henta inn anbud hos Volvo å Cat |
| Sko ha åtte å seksten tonnar |
| So kom ho heim med ein advokat |
| Gravid i ein flettny Passat |
| Han va stygg så ein satan |
| Mangla berre ein greip |
| Så sleip og så ekkel |
| Med ein forferdelig sleik |
| Å eg kalla han da så heng onna ein hest |
| Å han va falsk så ein gammal sjømannsprest |
| Eg dempa sorgen i ein daglig støy |
| Å alt eg hadde råd te va ein haug av ein brøyt |
| Syns at livet ikkje e heilt rettferdig |
| Han byggde opp huse så eg hadde tegna |
| På tomta te svigers og når da sto ferdig |
| Så kom ho tebake me halen mellom beinan |
| Ho flytta inn, ho flytta ut, å Hotel Cæsar va igång |
| Han va stygg så ein satan |
| Mangla berre ein greip |
| Så sleip og så ekkel |
| Med ein forferdelig sleik |
| Å eg kalla han da så heng onna ein hest |
| Å han va falsk så ein gammal sjømannsprest |
| Eg dempa sorgen i ein daglig støy |
| Å alt eg hadde råd te va ein haug av ein brøyt |
| Syns at livet ikkje e heilt rettferdig |
| Å han va stygg så ein satan |
| Mangla berre ein greip |
| Så sleip og så ekkel |
| Med ein forferdelig sleik |
| Å eg kalla han da så heng onna ein hest |
| Å han va falsk så ein gammal sjømannsprest |
| Eg dempa sorgen i ein daglig støy |
| Å alt eg hadde råd te va ein haug av ein brøyt |
| Syns at livet ikkje e heilt rettferdig |
| (translation) |
| Ho for te byen shoe study |
| Oh, I was left in an excavator |
| She came home, started AS |
| Oh ho sko ver head of finance |
| I got a tender from Volvo for Cat |
| Shoes have eight to sixteen tons |
| So she came home with a lawyer |
| Pregnant in a brand new Passat |
| He was ugly as hell |
| Only one grip was missing |
| So sneaky and so nasty |
| With a terrible lick |
| And I called him then hang onna a horse |
| Oh, he was so fake, an old sailor priest |
| I dampen the sadness in a daily noise |
| And all I could afford was a pile of bread |
| Thinks that life is not completely fair |
| He built houses so I could draw |
| On the plot, the in-laws tea and when it was finished |
| Then he came back with his tail between his legs |
| She moved in, she moved out, å Hotel Cæsar va igång |
| He was ugly as hell |
| Only one grip was missing |
| So sneaky and so nasty |
| With a terrible lick |
| And I called him then hang onna a horse |
| Oh, he was so fake, an old sailor priest |
| I dampen the sadness in a daily noise |
| And all I could afford was a pile of bread |
| Thinks that life is not completely fair |
| Oh, he was ugly as hell |
| Only one grip was missing |
| So sneaky and so nasty |
| With a terrible lick |
| And I called him then hang onna a horse |
| Oh, he was so fake, an old sailor priest |
| I dampen the sadness in a daily noise |
| And all I could afford was a pile of bread |
| Thinks that life is not completely fair |