Translation of the song lyrics To tette og ei badehette - Teddybears Sthlm

To tette og ei badehette (original)

Det var i det gode året nittenhundre og boogiewoogie
Da krigen var glemt og gitara stemt
Rockebilly kom fram på scenekanten og hilste på brugen
Dro fram det beste han hadde på lager av rockefor for
Sultne mager.
og folk i salen slukte det rått, som folk flest gjør
Når det vanker no godt.
Rockebillys sang ***** varmt, doris og hjørdis
Gikk arm i arm inn i rommet bare for damer, forbi en type som snur
Seg og glaner.
Og typen var stygg, ja styggere enn styggen og han kjente
Det skjedde no da han så hu derre doris som gikk i på do
Og han tenkte som styggen det der skal jeg ha tross lensmann og prest
Bilder i blad.
Og som han tenkte, sånn blei det.
Ut på dansegulvet sklei dem
Det hadde han ikke gjort hadde han visst at snart kom en større og sterkere
En lenger bak.
Og plutselig stod du i døra, høyere enn fjella rundt
Sunndalsøra, lang og mager, sneipen i gjeipen, tøff som gutten, skjønte fleipen
Men aldri var det no’n som fleipa med deg, og den som fingra med Doris
Han fikk så det svei
Du var en femognitti, hadde rockesveis med fett i, du var drømmen du
Doris.
Men du digga Noma jean, kjørte samma stil som jeamie dean
Skjønt du kjørte morris.
Og var det dans på lokalet, så kom du seint, bortimot
Midnatt ja du hadde tima det tight.
Du kom inn, kveldens paraquin
Fra scenen kom det boogiewoogie
Blues og rock and roll med sug i, fender og chessline
Du så deg rundt i salen der var hu med hestehalen
Pluss en type med dress
Og dressmann, kom i fra hønefoss
Han var glad i jenter han var glad i å sloss
Dansa sving, en sa ingenting
Før 'n sa;
vi sees en annen dag
Hu satte kursen rett i mot deg
Han med dressen styrte samme vei
Doris hadde tent 'n og nå ville 'n laga bråk
For det er to tette og ei badehette
No more talk
Du var en femognitti, hadde rockesveis med fett i, du var drømmen du
Doris.
Men du digga Noma jean, kjørte samma stil som jeamie dean
Skjønt du kjørte morris.
Og var det dans på lokalet, så kom du seint, bortimot
Midnatt ja du hadde tima det tight.
Du kom inn, kveldens paraquin

(translation)

It was in the good year nineteenth century and boogiewoogie
When the war was forgotten and the guitar tuned
Rockebilly appeared on the edge of the stage and greeted the use
Pulled out the best he had in stock of rock lining for
Hungry skinny.
and the people in the hall swallowed it raw, as most people do
When it wakes up well.
Rockebilly's song ***** hot, doris and herd ice
Went arm in arm into the room just for ladies, past a guy who turns
Themselves and glans.
And the guy was ugly, yes uglier than the ugly and he felt
It happened now when he saw that doris who went to the bathroom
And he thought like the ugly thing I should have there despite the sheriff and the priest
Pictures in leaves.
And as he thought, so it was.
They slipped out on the dance floor
Had he not done so, he would have known that a bigger and stronger one would soon come
One further back.
And suddenly you stood in the doorway, higher than the mountains around
Sunndalsøra, tall and thin, snipe in the yawn, tough as a boy, understood the joke
But there was never anyone who joked with you, and the one who fingered Doris
He then got the welding
You were a ninety-five, had rock welds with fat in, you were the dream you
Doris.
But you digga Noma jean, ran the same style as jeamie dean
Though you drove morris.
And if there was dancing on the premises, you came late, almost
Midnight yes you had tima it tight.
You came in, tonight's paraquin
From the stage came the boogiewoogie
Blues and rock and roll with suction, fender and chessline
You looked around the saddle where the ponytail was
Plus a type with suit
And dressmaker, came in from Hønefoss
He loved girls he loved to fight
Dance swing, and say nothing
Before 'n said;
see you another day
Hu set the course straight for you
He with the suit steered the same way
Doris had lit a fire and now she wanted to make a noise
Because there are two tight and one swimming cap
No more talk
You were a ninety-five, had rock welds with fat in, you were the dream you
Doris.
But you digga Noma jean, ran the same style as jeamie dean
Though you drove morris.
And if there was dancing on the premises, you came late, almost
Midnight yes you had tima it tight.
You came in, tonight's paraquin