Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Irene Mudder, artist - Shu-Bi-DuaDate of issue: 31.12.2009
Song language: Danish
Irene Mudder(original) |
| Hun bor på Ovengaden neden under vandet |
| Hun prøved' en masse steder, men ku' ikke finde andet |
| På store puder ligger hun og tuder |
| Irene Mudder |
| Det started' ellers lovende for lille Irene |
| Hun voksed' op på landet og var aldrig alene |
| For der var stalde og fyre, hun ku' knalde |
| Irene Mudder |
| Så tog hun ind til byen for at se noget nyt |
| Mødt' en masse mennesker og spist' en masse flütes |
| På værtshus hele natten med tilfældige mænd |
| Vi ka' næsten ikke kende Irene igen |
| Hun havde ikke let ved at finde melodien |
| (Der er sgu' næsten heller ikke nogen i hende) |
| Men så en mandag aften drak hun frit af vanvidsvin |
| Irene tumler rundt i den kolde by |
| Med smerter i sjælen og fødder som bly |
| Irene Mudder, dit liv er gået i kludder |
| Irene Mudder |
| Hun tog hjemmefra med en illusion |
| Om at få en masse venner, men fik sig ikke nogen |
| Nu ligger hun og roder i svinestien |
| Hun drak for frit af vanvidsvin |
| Hun bor på Ovengaden neden under vandet |
| Hun prøved' en masse steder, men ku' ikke finde andet |
| På store puder ligger hun og tuder |
| (translation) |
| She lives on Ovengaden below the water |
| She tried a lot of places but couldn't find anything else |
| On big pillows she lies and hoots |
| Irene Mudder |
| It started otherwise promisingly for little Irene |
| She grew up in the country and was never alone |
| Because there were stables and guys she could knock |
| Irene Mudder |
| Then she went into town to see something new |
| Met a lot of people and ate a lot of flütes |
| In pubs all night with random men |
| We hardly recognize Irene again |
| She didn't have an easy time finding the tune |
| (There's hardly any in her either) |
| But then one Monday night she drank freely of mad wine |
| Irene tumbles around in the cold city |
| With pain in the soul and feet like lead |
| Irene Mudder, your life is a mess |
| Irene Mudder |
| She left home with an illusion |
| About making a lot of friends but not making any |
| Now she lies and rummages in the pig pen |
| She drank too freely of mad wine |
| She lives on Ovengaden below the water |
| She tried a lot of places but couldn't find anything else |
| On big pillows she lies and hoots |