P-F - Magnus Uggla

Jag ser frn fnstret p gatan

Hur en blkldd infantil,

En sn som tror sig gra sitt jobb

Har satt en p-bot p min bil.

Rusar ut och ber henne vnligt riva snder biljetten

D svarar hon strngt och robust

Nej det gare inte, kan inte, vill inte,

Fare inte, har inte lust.

Jag drmmer jag kare bil

Varje gng jag ser en sdan ful profil.

I drmmen kare

Jag p alla blkldda pissfitter.

En sur blir mare

Nare hon hamnar bland bensin, plt och glassplitter.

En fare andningsnd, en hjrtattack

Nare dom landar upp p huven och frstare min lack.

Min drm frgare.

Dom fare en vanlig, fredlig, snll bilist

Tnka som en terrorist.

Det verkar vara ett krav

Fare att bli parkeringsvakt.

Taskig feja, liten och tjock

Med kroniskt mnniskofrakt.

Hon ska lska att skriva ut bter hlla hrt p lagen

Va' stolt fare sin fina licens.

Och vad det gller hennes charmiga stt

Kan man tro att hon stndigt har mens.

Jag drmmer jag kare bil

Varje gng jag ser en sdan hemsk profil.

I drmmen kare

Jag p alla blkldda pissfitter.

En sur blir mare

Och ser lysmaskar, mnar och stjrnglitter.

Jag kare p ett par vid fotbollsplan

S det regnar bteslappar ver stan.

Min drm frgare.

Dom fare en vanlig, fredlig, snll bilist

Tnka som en terrorist.

Hellre fick min fru g pass och stda gamla dass,

Va' danss p nakenklubbar och dare nyttjas utav gubbar,

n att leva med den skam

Att hon som lapplisa tar sig fram.

Jag drmmer jag kare bil

Rkar sladda p en lisa nare jag byter fil.

I drmmen kare

Jag p alla blkldda pissfitter.

En sur blir mare

Vad jag myser nare hon plgas och nervspritter.

Hon blir mosad mot min hgerskrm

Nare jag sker kra ver hennes btesprm.

Min drm frgare.

Varenda gng jag fare en p-kupong

S sjunger jag…

Varenda gng jag fare en p-kupong

S sjunger jag min sng.

I look from the window on the street

How a blind infantile,

A snob who thinks he can do his job

Have put a p-bot on my car.

Rushes out and asks her to kindly tear up the ticket

D she answers sternly and robustly

No it doesn't, can't, won't,

Don't worry, don't feel like it.

I dream I drive a car

Every time I see such an ugly profile.

In drmmen kare

I'm all black-clad piss-fitters.

A sur becomes a mare

Nare she ends up among gasoline, plt and broken glass.

A breathing hazard, a heart attack

As soon as they land on the hood and freeze my paint.

My dream questioner.

They are an ordinary, peaceful, kind motorist

Think like a terrorist.

It seems to be a requirement

Danger of becoming a parking attendant.

Dirty bastard, small and fat

With chronic human trafficking.

She will love to print better keep right on the law

Be proud of your fine license.

And what about her charming body

Can you believe that she is constantly on her period.

I dream I drive a car

Every time I see such a horrible profile.

In drmmen kare

I'm all black-clad piss-fitters.

A sur becomes a mare

And see glow worms, moons and star glitter.

I care for a couple by the soccer field

So it's raining in patches over town.

My dream questioner.

They are an ordinary, peaceful, kind motorist

Think like a terrorist.

Better let my wife get a pass and support the old dass,

Va' dancing in nude clubs and being used by old men,

n to live with that shame

That she makes her way like a patchwork.

I dream I drive a car

I'm drifting on a lane when I change lanes.

In drmmen kare

I'm all black-clad piss-fitters.

A sur becomes a mare

The more I snuggle, the more she is bothered and nervous.

She gets mashed against my right wing

When I happen to demand her betsperm.

My dream questioner.

Every time I get a voucher

S I sing…

Every time I get a voucher

So I sing my song.