Tjalala - Natasja

Ja ja

Han står og puffer på en smøg

I sit lette sommertøj

På Rivieraen hvor prisen den er høj (eh-eh)

Et skævt smil i hans øj'

Som han skutter sig i trøj'n

Tjekker himmelstrøget og tænker om et døgn

Der er den værste paranoia

Blot en overstået spøg

Hvis ik' Policen saboterer hans convoy

Jeg kalder ham Prinsen af Marok'

For han fylder min kop

Og han forsyner hver en ryger i min blok!

Tjalalala flyder over vande

Tjalala flyder mellem lande

Tjalalala flyder over vande

Tjalala flyder mellem lande

Han ånder lettet op

Og sender en besked

Der står: 'Så er tasken hjemme baby, så' der fed'

Jeg kalder ham Vågehalsen Frede

Og han har tjalalala med

Igennem byen til min ven der står på gaden (ya-eh)

Min brave ven han hedder Bent

Og han er rim’lig kendt

Så han tjekker landet før han knækker pladen

For Hr.

Betjent han er på staden

For at falme farveladen

Men den stråler selvom staten sætter pladen op

Tjalalala flyder over vande

Tjalala flyder mellem lande

Tjalalala flyder over vande

Tjalala flyder mellem lande

Hun lukker ned for sin mail

Mens hun smiler i sin sjæl

Og tænker: 'Sejt!

Jeg' sgu da lidt af en rebel'

Hun styrer hele lortet selv

Har butik og personel

Har ingen gæld og hun behøver ingen hjælp

Hun ved præcis hvad hun vil ha', ja

Og hvad hun ka' ta'

For hun blir' glad, når hun går til chachacha, ja

Hun er alenemor til to

Og hun bor i Holstebro

Og nu er det på tide med lidt fred og ro!

Så - hun sørger for at ungerne er lagt i seng

Før hun ryger sin tjalalala-lala

Hun ved det er forbudt forbrug

Og det koster mange penge

Så hun ryger sin tjalalala i smug!

Tjalalala flyder over vande

Tjalala flyder mellem lande

Tjalalala flyder over vande

Tjalala flyder mellem lande

I en lille båd, der gynger blidt i Hellerup Havn

Sidder den lille fine Frue og Hr.

Ravn (eh-eh)

De drikker fint krydret vin

Med et fint krøllet navn

Mens de hygger sig med Yatsi og Palav (eh-eh)

Se hyggen den har ingen krav

Men over dig et mindre savn

For en lille tjalala ku' gøre gavn

Har man penge ka' man få'

Sådan sku' det ikke gå

For tjalala den er forbudt og svær at nå!

Men det vil Ravn snart skide højt og fuckin' helligt på

Om så han skulle få en tur bag lås og slå

Han er en god forretningsmand

Og det går over hans forstand

Hvordan at staten smider penge ud i vandet

Hvis de nu lovlig gjorde tjallen

Og tog lidt skat på ballen

Var der flere lommepenge til os alle

Tjalalala flyder over

Tjalalala flyder over

Tjalalala flyder over

Tjalalala flyder over

Tjalalala flyder over vande

Tjalala flyder mellem lande

Yes Yes

He stands and puffs on a cigarette

In his light summer clothes

On the Riviera where the price is high (eh-eh)

A crooked smile in his eye '

As he shoots himself in the jersey

Checking the skies and thinking about a day

There is the worst paranoia

Just a joke over

If not 'The police sabotage his convoy

I call him the Prince of Morocco '

Because he fills my cup

And he supplies every single smoker in my block!

Tjalalala floats over waters

Tjalala flows between countries

Tjalalala floats over waters

Tjalala flows between countries

He breathes a sigh of relief

And sends a message

It says: 'Then the bag is home baby, so' there fat '

I call him the Daredevil Peace

And he has tjalalala with him

Through the city to my friend standing on the street (ya-eh)

My good friend his name is Bent

And he is reasonably well known

So he checks the land before breaking the plate

For Mr.

Officer he's in town

To fade the color charge

But it radiates even if the state sets up the record

Tjalalala floats over waters

Tjalala flows between countries

Tjalalala floats over waters

Tjalala flows between countries

She shuts down her mail

While she smiles in her soul

And thinks: 'Cool!

I 'damn bit of a rebel'

She controls all the shit herself

Has shop and staff

Has no debt and she needs no help

She knows exactly what she wants, yes

And what she can do

Because she's happy when she goes to chachacha, yes

She is a single mother of two

And she lives in Holstebro

And now it's time for some peace and quiet!

So - she makes sure the kids are put to bed

Before she smokes her tjalalala-lala

She knows it is forbidden consumption

And it costs a lot of money

So she smokes her tjalalala in secret!

Tjalalala floats over waters

Tjalala flows between countries

Tjalalala floats over waters

Tjalala flows between countries

In a small boat that sways gently in Hellerup Harbor

Sitting the little fine Lady and Mr.

Raven (eh-eh)

They drink fine spicy wine

With a nice curly name

While having fun with Yatsi and Palav (eh-eh)

See the coziness it has no requirements

But above you a minor miss

For a little tjalala ku 'do benefit

If you have money you can 'get'

That's not how it should go

For tjalala it is forbidden and hard to reach!

But Ravn will soon fuck it loud and fuckin 'holy on

About so he should get a ride behind lock and key

He's a good businessman

And it goes beyond his mind

How the state throws money into the water

If they now legally did the rat

And took some treasure on the ball

There was more pocket money for all of us

Tjalalala overflows

Tjalalala overflows

Tjalalala overflows

Tjalalala overflows

Tjalalala floats over waters

Tjalala flows between countries