Translation of the song lyrics Eksie ou - Jack Parow

Eksie ou (original)

Eksie eksie ou
E-e-e-e-eksie ou
Eksie eksie ou
E-e-e-e-eksie ou
Hello (x2)
Voor die gym voor dit opmaak, met 'n protein shake
2ure op die treadmill anders is ons spyt
Men’s Health covers, voel altyd fokken great
Want al wat regtig tel in die lewe is hoe jy lyk
In die bed teen 8uur met 'n goeie fokken boek
Groot in die bolyf, maar lig in die broek
Tel die Energade op, brandy moet jy neersit
Hang nog by clubs uit al is ons amper 40
Date net dom blondes, want dis fokken maklik
Probeer heeltyd diep wees, maar bly oppervlakig
Lifestyle centres en Clinique for men
Lifestyle blogs, lyk soos Barbie se Ken
Pims en fokken lemonade, Kauai en Buzz
Nul personality, life enhancing drugs
So klap jou fokken hanne vir die moffies met die guns
En kom soek Parow by die bar as jy lus is vir 'n man
Sit heel voor in die kerk, ons lewe bo ons ryk
Ons bid alweer werk, die bediende moet mos stryk
Kaarte by Woolworths en Edgars accounts
Country Road vat my huis toe, die last boy scout
Nog 'n huisie in 'n kompleks, twee karre innie garage
Mugg en Bean breakfasts, eet net Ceaser salaads
Bybel in die handsak, maar as dit moeilik gaan dan skei ons
Cafe op die straat hoek, maar as ons iets soek dan ry ons
Mannies en peddies, botox en lifts
Tuinboys en nannies, mouldy en miff
Ons huis lyk soos 'n ad vir Mr.
Price Home
Ons almal fokken lyk soos moerse nice clones
Getroud met Mr.
Min, gemis deur min
Bloed rooi fokken lipstick en hare mooi geperm
Familie vakansies op Knysna of Plett
Asb kan iemand ons net fokken red
Ons dra brille sonder lense, bly in open plan flats
Vol bal en klou tafels en opgerolde yoga mats
Side path hairstyles en sailor tattoos
Ons Facebook vol gepak van fotos van on shoes
Rook net tabak deur ou oom pype
Dit proe dalk soos kak maar dit lyk baie greater
Nog 'n kak fotograaf, nog 'n Ice fokken model
Nog 'n graphic designer, nog 'n Valpre bottle
Vintage fokken klere, ryk soos homeless shelters
Probeer almal different wees, maar lyk die fokken selfde
Praat met n aksent maar kom van die kaap af
Jy kan ons drop in 'n music video straight vanie straat af
Ons almal speel in bands, maar speel nooit fokken shows nie
Ons is almal self-conscious omdat niemand ons onthou nie
Nog 'n band uit die paarl, nog 'n waste of space
Nog 'n and Union bier, nog fokol om te wys
Sandwich by Superette, wyn by Power and the Glory
Meestal by die bar want ons lewens is te boring
Nog 'n klein bietjie makeup, lyk soos 'n post mortom
Nog 'n pose, nog 'n smile, nog 'n album op We Are Awesome

Eksie ou (translation)

Action exie old
E-e-e-e-eksie ou
Action exie old
E-e-e-e-eksie ou
Hello (x2)
In front of the gym before making it up, with a protein shake
2 hours on the treadmill otherwise we are sorry
Men's Health covers, always feel fucking great
Because all that really counts in life is how you look
In bed at 8am with a good fucking book
Large in the upper body, but light in the trousers
Pick up the Energade, brandy you have to put down
Still hanging out at clubs even though we are almost 40
Do not date stupid blondes, because it's fucking easy
Try to be deep all the time, but stay superficial
Lifestyle centers in Clinique for men
Lifestyle blogs, look like Barbie's Ken
Pims and Fucking Lemonade, Kauai and Buzz
Zero personality, life enhancing drugs
So clap your fucking hands for the moffies with the favor
And come look for Parow at the bar if you fancy a man
Sit at the very front of the church, we live above our empire
We pray for work again, the servant must iron
Cards at Woolworths and Edgars accounts
Country Road takes me home, the last boy scout
Another cottage in a complex, two cars in garage
Mugg and Bean Breakfasts, Do Not Eat Ceaser Salads
Bible in the handbag, but if it's going to be difficult then we separate
Cafe on the street corner, but if we're looking for something then we drive
Mannies and peddies, botox and lifts
Garden boys and nannies, moldy and miff
Our house looks like an ad for Mr.
Price Home
We all fucking look like morse nice clones
Married to Mr.
Few, missed by few
Blood red fucking lipstick and hair nicely paired
Family holidays in Knysna or Plett
Please can someone fucking save us
We wear glasses without lenses, stay in open plan flats
Full ball and claw tables and rolled up yoga mats
Side path hairstyles and sailor tattoos
Our Facebook packed with photos of on shoes
Just smoke tobacco through old uncle pipes
It may taste like shit but it looks much bigger
Another shit photographer, another Ice fucking model
Another graphic designer, another Valpre bottle
Vintage fucking clothes, rich as homeless shelters
Trying to be all different, but the fucking looks the same
Speak with an accent but come from the Cape
You can drop us off in a music video straight down the street
We all play in bands, but never play fucking shows
We are all self-conscious because no one remembers us
Another band from Paarl, another waste of space
Another and Union beer, another fokol to show
Sandwich by Superette, wine by Power and the Glory
Mostly at the bar because our lives are too boring
Another little bit of makeup, looks like a post mortom
Another pose, another smile, another album on We Are Awesome