Hubertus - Kim Larsen

Hubertus var en syvrs fuldfed moppe

Af gte arisk kolinarisk rod.

Syv racer blanded sig i hver sig i hver en loppe

Som daglig sysled med Huberti blod.

Han leved med en trofast herskerinde

En syvogfirsindtyverig kvinde.

Af silkebnd var tvundet fyrens lnke

Han var sin frues trst

Thi hun var enke.

Ak, selv en enke dr trods al sin troskab

Men frst hun stiftede et testament.

Og efterlod sit husgerd og boskab

Til en veninde: Frk.

Skyldfri Glent.

Plus 30.000 — h, sikken gave!

Jah, alt det p den betingelse skal du have.

Blot du vil Skt.

Hubertus til dig tage

Thi man skal vre god imod sin mage.

Gud fri mig hvor den kommer ubelejligt

Skreg glenten hva ska jeg med hunde her?

H, nu sku jeg netop til at ha det s dejligt

Med 30.000 i mit sekretr.

Jeg skulle rejse nu og kbe udstyr

Med ak hvor tar man hen nr man har husdyr.

Som Moses engang stod p bjerget Nemo

Str jeg nu her — farvel Paris og San Remo.

Syv r hengik med lutter jammerklage

Og glenten tabte 47 pund.

S dde den en frostnat mt af dage

Men hvor sku hun gr af den dde hund?

Nu ved jeg det, jeg kender jo Frken Fikke

Hun har et sommerhus og hun bor der ikke!

Fluks stopper jeg i kufferten hynen

Ubeset ka jeg begrave ham i plnen.

Hun entrede en sporvogn ka man tnke

P forperronen stod en skummel fyr.

Han mnstrede den srgekldte enke

Og navnlig hendes kuffert der var dyr.

Ved nste stoppested — ja, der har vi balladen

Han griber kufferten og styrter ud p gaden.

Rask med den tunge kuffert bort han joller

Tnk hva han sir nr han ser hva den indeholder.

Stop tyven — konduktren kimer

Vognstyreren hoster, h, jeg nervebundt.

Nej kr videre skriger glenten

H jeg besvimer jeg fr ondt.

Nu er jeg fri ska aldrig mer bemoppes

For den der har dalet ska altid toppes.

Rask en tier hun gav til konduktren

Da hun kom hjem stod kufferten for dren.

Hubertus was a fat mop of seven

Of gte Arian cholinarian root.

Seven races intermingled in each flea

As daily sewed with Huberti blood.

He lived with a faithful mistress

An eighty-seven-year-old woman.

Of silk ribbon was twisted the guy's chain

He was his lady's comfort

For she was a widow.

Alas, even a widow dr in spite of all her faithfulness

But first she made a will.

And left behind his household and livestock

To a friend: Ms.

Guilt-free Glent.

Plus 30,000 — oh, what a gift!

Yes, all that on that condition you must have.

Just you want St.

Hubertus to you take

Because one must be good to one's fellow man.

God save me where it comes inconveniently

Skreg glenten, what am I doing with dogs here?

H, now I just seemed to have such a nice time

With 30,000 in my secretary.

I had to travel now and kbe gear

Alas, where do you go when you have pets.

As Moses once stood on Mount Nemo

Now I am here — farewell Paris and San Remo.

Seven years were spent in mere lamentation

And Glent lost 47 pounds.

So it was a frosty night with days

But where did she go with the dead dog?

Now I know, I know Miss Fikke

She has a summer house and she doesn't live there!

Quickly I stop in the suitcase hyen

Unattended, I can bury him in the plane.

She entered a tram, you might think

On the front platform stood a creepy guy.

He modeled the grieving widow

And especially her suitcase that was expensive.

At the next stop — well, there we have the trouble

He grabs the suitcase and rushes out into the street.

Quickly with the heavy suitcase away he dinghy

Think what he will say when he sees what it contains.

Stop the thief — the conductor chimes

The coachman coughs, h, I bundle of nerves.

No kr further screams the glent

I faint from pain.

Now I'm free, never to be bullied again

Because the one who has fallen must always be topped.

A quick one she gave to the conductor

When she got home, the suitcase was in front of her.