Mammas Lille Venn - Gaute Ormåsen

Hæn va tøff i trynet, bretta arma opp

Vi va stumme ta beundring, vi fekk aldri nok

Men det viste seg at ingenting va sånn

Som vi drømte om

Hæn va kul på byen

Ble mæ damer hjem

Hadde motorsykkel

Hadde nok ta spenn

Men det viste seg at ingenting va sånn

Som vi drømte om

For når festen er over, ælle vil ha mer

Så ringer telefonen, og mora hass ber

Du må hjem igjen

Kom deg hjem igjen

Klokka har blitt mange

Je vil ha deg her hos meg

Du må hjem igjen

Kom deg hjem igjen

For festen den er over

For mammas lille venn

Var sin egen konge

Ingenkunne styre hæn

Var helt rå på trommer

Spelte i metal band

Men det viste seg at ingenting va sånn

Som vi drømte om

Ældri redd for noen

Hæn va gatas skrekk

Når han knytta nævan

Da flaug ælle vækk

Men det viste seg at ingenting va sånn

Som vi drømte om

For når festen er over, ælle vil ha mer

Så ringer telefonen, og mora hass ber

Du må hjem igjen

Kom deg hjem igjen

Dagene blir lange

Je vil ha deg her hos meg

Du må hjem igjen

Komme deg hjem

Festen den er over

For mor bor alene

Hu har bære hæn

Og sjølv om hæn er stor

Er’n barnet tæll mor

Hjem igjen

Kom deg hjem igjen

Dagene blir lange

Jeg vil ha deg her hos meg

Hjem igjen

Kom deg hjem igjen

Han er mors lille venn

Han er mors lille venn

Han er mors lille venn

Han er mors lille venn

Han er mors lille venn

He was tough in the face, folded his arms up

We were dumbfounded, we never got enough

But it turned out that nothing was like that

As we dreamed of

He was cool in town

Ladies went home

Had motorcycle

Had enough to span

But it turned out that nothing was like that

As we dreamed of

Because when the party is over, everyone wants more

Then the phone rings, and mother hass prays

You have to go home again

Get home again

The clock has become many

I want you here with me

You have to go home again

Get home again

For the party it's over

For mom's little friend

Be his own king

No one could control him

Was completely raw on drums

Played in metal band

But it turned out that nothing was like that

As we dreamed of

Elderly afraid of someone

She was terrified

When he clenched his fist

Then the eagle flew away

But it turned out that nothing was like that

As we dreamed of

Because when the party is over, everyone wants more

Then the phone rings, and mother hass prays

You have to go home again

Get home again

The days are getting long

I want you here with me

You have to go home again

Get home

The party is over

For mother lives alone

Hu has carry hen

And even though hen is big

Is the child count mother

Home again

Get home again

The days are getting long

I want you here with me

Home again

Get home again

He's mom's little friend

He's mom's little friend

He's mom's little friend

He's mom's little friend

He's mom's little friend