Lyrics of Krig og Fred - Shu-Bi-Dua

Krig og Fred (original)

Det' ikke alle og enhver, der ka' blive funktionær
Men Madsen sidder i banken
Han er første kasserer, hva' vil man egentlig mer'
Oven på pengetanken
Madsen, Madsen stjæl af kassen
Ellers bli’r du aldrig fri
Glid fra konen, glem pensionen
Lav et simpelt tyveri
Det kogte inde i hans hjerne
Hans øjne blev blanke og hans tanke fjern
Krig og fred, kærlighed, kokosnødder og kildevand
Tropesol, liggestol, lumumba i det varme sand
Da næste morgen kom, var Madsens kasse tom
Han havde skudt papegøjen
Og nu var han rig og fløj med DC-10
Han var blevet forfløjen
Madsen, Madsen gi' den gassen
Interpol er efter dig
Pas på ryggen, lev i skyggen
Selvom du bli’r meget bleg
Men han var bare ligeglad
For der var masser af sjusser og masser af mad, og
Krig og fred, kærlighed, kokosnødder og kildevand
Tropesol, liggestol, lumumba i det varme sand
Ved det krystalblå vand sidder der en mand
Med tropehjelm og gamacher
Så kommer politiet, tre sorte og en hvid
Forklædt med falske moustacher
Madsen, Madsen stjal af kassen
Hjemme i sin fødeby
Her er en vitation fra Assens
Og fra Villa Gitterly
Nu sidder Madsen i Assens og tænker
For tanker kan ikke lægges i lænker
Krig og fred, kærlighed, kokosnødder og kildevand
Tropesol, liggestol, lumumba i det varme sand
Krig og fred, kærlighed, kokosnødder og kildevand
Tropesol, liggestol, lumumba i det varme sand

(translation)

Not everyone and anyone can become a civil servant
But Madsen sits in the bank
He is the first cashier, what more do you really want?
On top of the money tank
Madsen, Madsen steal from the box
Otherwise you will never be free
Slip away from the wife, forget the pension
Do a simple theft
It boiled inside his brain
His eyes went blank and his thought distant
War and peace, love, coconuts and spring water
Tropical sun, deck chair, lumumba in the warm sand
When the next morning came, Madsen's box was empty
He had shot the parrot
And now he was rich and flew the DC-10
He had become the front wing
Madsen, Madsen give it the gas
Interpol is after you
Watch your back, live in the shadow
Even if you become very pale
But he just didn't care
Because there were lots of tricks and lots of food, and
War and peace, love, coconuts and spring water
Tropical sun, deck chair, lumumba in the warm sand
By the crystal blue water sits a man
With trop helmet and gaiters
Then the police arrive, three blacks and one white
Disguised with fake moustaches
Madsen, Madsen stole from the box
At home in his hometown
Here is a vitation from Assens
And from Villa Gitterly
Now Madsen sits in Assens and thinks
Because thoughts cannot be put in chains
War and peace, love, coconuts and spring water
Tropical sun, deck chair, lumumba in the warm sand
War and peace, love, coconuts and spring water
Tropical sun, deck chair, lumumba in the warm sand