Lyrics of Langrennsfar - Ylvis

Langrennsfar (original)

Petter Northug, blir han verdensmester også på intervallstart?
Han er fullkommen, spurtkongen er best i alt
Her kommer hele Norges langrennsfar
En tyrkershot for hvert gull han tar
Han er hele Norges langrennsfar (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Glien er grei og staven er hard
Se, der kommer hele Norges langrennsfar
Han er først i feltet, og formen er fin
Blåswix, vodka, snørr og vin (hey, hey, hey)
Fire shots og opp på bordet (hey, hey, hey)
I kveld er det lov å væra langrennshore
Her kommer hele Norges langrennsfar
En tyrkershot for hvert gull han tar
Han er hele Norges langrennsfar (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Løype!
Her kommer rykket
Svensker og russere kjenner på trykket
Jentene hyler når han jager i spissen
Melkesyra spruter fra tuppen av tissen
(Den var for grov eller? fuck it, gutta, vi bare kjører på!)
(Hey, hey, hey) strammeste kassa på hele kloden!
(Hey, hey, hey) skal du væra med å rydde litt i smøreboden?
Her kommer hele Norges langrennsfar
Sjefen i sporet, sjef på bar
Nå kjører vi en bonski for langrennsfar (oh, oh, oh, oh)
I’ve been skiing all of my life
This is what i’m meant to be
Deep in the woods, snow in my face
Just my skis and me
The roar of the crowd, the taste of the gold
Norwegian flags in the wind
This is my moment, now is the time
Here i go again
It’s time to fly (gull, gull, gull) (knull, knull, knull)
Sølv, sølv, sølv
Øl, øl, øl
Bronse, bronse, bronse
Noe med sex
Hey, hey, hey
Klister, Kvikk Lunsj, sprit og kjeks

(translation)

Petter Northug, will he also become world champion at interval start?
He is perfect, the sprint king is the best in everything
Here comes the whole of Norway's cross-country skiing father
A Turkish shot for every gold he takes
He is the father of all of Norway's cross-country skiing (oh, oh, oh, oh)
The glide is straight and the rod is hard
Look, the whole of Norway's cross-country skiing father is coming
He is first in the field and the form is fine
Blåswix, vodka, snot and wine (hey, hey, hey)
Four shots and up on the table (hey, hey, hey)
Tonight it is allowed to be a cross-country whore
Here comes the whole of Norway's cross-country skiing father
A Turkish shot for every gold he takes
He is the father of all of Norway's cross-country skiing (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Trail!
Here comes the jerk
Swedes and Russians feel the pressure
The girls howl as he chases in the lead
Lactic acid squirts from the tip of the pee
(It was too rough or? Fuck it, guys, we're just driving on!)
(Hey, hey, hey) tightest box office on the planet!
(Hey, hey, hey) are you going to help clean up the grease booth a bit?
Here comes the whole of Norway's cross-country skiing father
The boss in the track, the boss at the bar
Now we ride a bonski for cross-country skiers (oh, oh, oh, oh)
I’ve been skiing all of my life
This is what I'm meant to be
Deep in the woods, snow in my face
Just my skis and me
The roar of the crowd, the taste of the gold
Norwegian flags in the wind
This is my moment, now is the time
Here i go again
It’s time to fly (gold, gold, gold) (fuck, fuck, fuck)
Silver, silver, silver
Beer, beer, beer
Bronze, bronze, bronze
Something with sex
Hey, hey, hey
Glue, Quick Lunch, Liquor and Biscuits