Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song P-F, artist - Magnus Uggla.
Date of issue: 30.06.2008
Song language: Swedish
P-F(original) |
Jag ser frn fnstret p gatan |
Hur en blkldd infantil, |
En sn som tror sig gra sitt jobb |
Har satt en p-bot p min bil. |
Rusar ut och ber henne vnligt riva snder biljetten |
D svarar hon strngt och robust |
Nej det gare inte, kan inte, vill inte, |
Fare inte, har inte lust. |
Jag drmmer jag kare bil |
Varje gng jag ser en sdan ful profil. |
I drmmen kare |
Jag p alla blkldda pissfitter. |
En sur blir mare |
Nare hon hamnar bland bensin, plt och glassplitter. |
En fare andningsnd, en hjrtattack |
Nare dom landar upp p huven och frstare min lack. |
Min drm frgare. |
Dom fare en vanlig, fredlig, snll bilist |
Tnka som en terrorist. |
Det verkar vara ett krav |
Fare att bli parkeringsvakt. |
Taskig feja, liten och tjock |
Med kroniskt mnniskofrakt. |
Hon ska lska att skriva ut bter hlla hrt p lagen |
Va' stolt fare sin fina licens. |
Och vad det gller hennes charmiga stt |
Kan man tro att hon stndigt har mens. |
Jag drmmer jag kare bil |
Varje gng jag ser en sdan hemsk profil. |
I drmmen kare |
Jag p alla blkldda pissfitter. |
En sur blir mare |
Och ser lysmaskar, mnar och stjrnglitter. |
Jag kare p ett par vid fotbollsplan |
S det regnar bteslappar ver stan. |
Min drm frgare. |
Dom fare en vanlig, fredlig, snll bilist |
Tnka som en terrorist. |
Hellre fick min fru g pass och stda gamla dass, |
Va' danss p nakenklubbar och dare nyttjas utav gubbar, |
n att leva med den skam |
Att hon som lapplisa tar sig fram. |
Jag drmmer jag kare bil |
Rkar sladda p en lisa nare jag byter fil. |
I drmmen kare |
Jag p alla blkldda pissfitter. |
En sur blir mare |
Vad jag myser nare hon plgas och nervspritter. |
Hon blir mosad mot min hgerskrm |
Nare jag sker kra ver hennes btesprm. |
Min drm frgare. |
Varenda gng jag fare en p-kupong |
S sjunger jag… |
Varenda gng jag fare en p-kupong |
S sjunger jag min sng. |
(translation) |
I look from the window on the street |
How a blind infantile, |
A snob who thinks he can do his job |
Have put a p-bot on my car. |
Rushes out and asks her to kindly tear up the ticket |
D she answers sternly and robustly |
No it doesn't, can't, won't, |
Don't worry, don't feel like it. |
I dream I drive a car |
Every time I see such an ugly profile. |
In drmmen kare |
I'm all black-clad piss-fitters. |
A sur becomes a mare |
Nare she ends up among gasoline, plt and broken glass. |
A breathing hazard, a heart attack |
As soon as they land on the hood and freeze my paint. |
My dream questioner. |
They are an ordinary, peaceful, kind motorist |
Think like a terrorist. |
It seems to be a requirement |
Danger of becoming a parking attendant. |
Dirty bastard, small and fat |
With chronic human trafficking. |
She will love to print better keep right on the law |
Be proud of your fine license. |
And what about her charming body |
Can you believe that she is constantly on her period. |
I dream I drive a car |
Every time I see such a horrible profile. |
In drmmen kare |
I'm all black-clad piss-fitters. |
A sur becomes a mare |
And see glow worms, moons and star glitter. |
I care for a couple by the soccer field |
So it's raining in patches over town. |
My dream questioner. |
They are an ordinary, peaceful, kind motorist |
Think like a terrorist. |
Better let my wife get a pass and support the old dass, |
Va' dancing in nude clubs and being used by old men, |
n to live with that shame |
That she makes her way like a patchwork. |
I dream I drive a car |
I'm drifting on a lane when I change lanes. |
In drmmen kare |
I'm all black-clad piss-fitters. |
A sur becomes a mare |
The more I snuggle, the more she is bothered and nervous. |
She gets mashed against my right wing |
When I happen to demand her betsperm. |
My dream questioner. |
Every time I get a voucher |
S I sing… |
Every time I get a voucher |
So I sing my song. |