Supermaria - Lars Vaular

Hon glir inn I rommet, lommelerke på innerlommen

Kort skjørt, hon e stram, stram som en tromme

Hon har fått pass til ungen, det e to unge nabogutter

De har bedt venner over mens ungen ennå sover

Hon e ute på livet, seriøst hon e avhengig av det

Hon burde holdt seg hjemme, hon vet det godt for John Olav sa det

Men hon klarer ikkje, neh, det e som om de roper på hon

Og de gjør det stadig, alltid når natten blir om til morgen

Hon sier «Livet mitt e mitt til eg dauer

Dette livet mitt e mitt til eg dauer»

Maria, Maria

Hon henger bare ut med no slaurer som selger knips og hører på Lars Vaular

Dette e’kkje radio, radio, eller video, video, eller Super Mario

Dette e bare radioaktive, biotisk makt I din videoaktige verden, Maria

Maria, Supermaria

Maria, Maria, Supermaria

She slips into the room, pocket on the inside pocket

Short skirt, she e tight, tight as a drum

She has been given a passport for the kid, there are two young boys next door

They have asked friends over while the kid is still sleeping

She's out on life, seriously she's addicted to it

She should stay home, she knows it well because John Olav said so

But she can not, no, it's like they're calling her

And they do it all the time, always when the night turns to morning

She says "My life is mine until I last

This my life is mine until I last »

Maria, Maria

She just hangs out with no slaurer who sells snaps and listens to Lars Vaular

This is not radio, radio, or video, video, or Super Mario

This is just radioactive, biotic power in your video-like world, Maria

Maria, Supermaria

Maria, Maria, Supermaria