Translation of the song lyrics P-F - Magnus Uggla

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.