Lyrics of Rocco - Kim Larsen

Rocco (original)

Da han var tyve år, var han så cool og hård, ja-ja
Købte speed på kredit og leved' på en banegård
Han var både trækkerdreng og hennafarvet fotomodel, ja-ja
Og ingen sku' fortælle ham
Om pigerne i Amsterdam, for han ku' det hele selv
Så tog han ud til Tibet og leved' som asket, ju-hu
Og spilled' på jødeharpe for de hellige i Katmandu
Og gik på line, til de tigged' ham om at komme ned igen, ja-ja
Men de snakker sgu om fyren endnu
De snakker sgu om fyren endnu i Katmandu
Oh helledusseda, hvor ham Rocco han ka', ja-ja
Hundred og tyve kilometer i timen på sin Yamaha
Det endte selvfølgelig med, han slog sig halvt ihjel, ja-ja
Men han gør det nok en skønne dag igen
Han gør det nok en skønne dag igen alligevel
Det endte selvfølgelig med, han slog sig halvt ihjel, ja-ja
Men han gør det nok en skønne dag igen
Han gør det nok en skønne dag igen
Han gør det nok en skønne dag igen alligevel

(translation)

When he was twenty years old, he was so cool and tough, yeah-yeah
Bought speed on credit and lived in a railway station
He was both a drag boy and a henna-stained photo model, yes-yes
And no one was going to tell him
About the girls in Amsterdam, because he knew it all himself
Then he went out to Tibet and lived as an ascetic, ju-hu
And played the jew's harp for the saints in Kathmandu
And walked on the line until they begged him to come back down, yes-yes
But they're still talking about the guy
They are still talking about the guy in Kathmandu
Oh helledusseda, where him Rocco he ka', yes-yes
One hundred and twenty kilometers per hour on his Yamaha
Of course, he ended up half killing himself, yes-yes
But he will probably do it again one fine day
He'll probably do it again one beautiful day anyway
Of course, he ended up half killing himself, yes-yes
But he will probably do it again one fine day
He will probably do it again one fine day
He'll probably do it again one beautiful day anyway