Askepot - Shu-Bi-Dua

Alene rundt på gulvet danser Askepot

Skønt håret krøller helt perfekt på både knold og tot

En tåre i smilehullet, som ingen andre ser

For hvem vil se på en, som ikke ler?

Stakkels Askepot

Der' noget din mor og far

Har glemt at gi' dig, som de andre har

Det' en lille og krukket dille, en modegrøn mani

Som sidder lige der, hvor hjerter banker

Den kan fås i large og lille, er dyr at krybe i

Men har du den på, er himlen aldrig grå

På vej mod toilettet tænker Askepot

La' trinet tage den ene sko, så får jeg nok et slot

Og prinsen finder skoen, men synes hun mangler noget

Så derfor gi’r han hende dette råd

Frøken Askepot

Du drømmer om et eventyr

Men virkeligheden handler om et dyr

Det' en lille og krukket dille, en modegrøn mani

Som sidder lige der, hvor hjerter banker

Den kan fås i large og lille, er dyr at krybe i

Men har du den på, er himlen aldrig grå

Der vil altid være en dille, et lille modedyr

Som lever af at spise dine penge

Hvis de fik det som de ville, dem der sidder og syr

Så skulle vi gå med tusind lapper på

Cinderella dances alone on the floor

Although the hair curls absolutely perfectly on both the bun and the tot

A tear in the smile hole that no one else sees

Because who wants to look at someone who doesn't laugh?

Poor Cinderella

There's something your mom and dad

Forgot to give you what the others have

It's a small and crooked craze, a fashion green mania

Which sits right where hearts beat

Available in large and small, it is expensive to crawl into

But when you wear it, the sky is never gray

On the way to the toilet, Cinderella thinks

Let the step take one shoe and I'll probably get a slot

And the prince finds the shoe, but thinks she is missing something

So that's why he gives her this advice

Miss Cinderella

You dream of an adventure

But the reality is about an animal

It's a small and crooked craze, a fashion green mania

Which sits right where hearts beat

Available in large and small, it is expensive to crawl into

But when you wear it, the sky is never gray

There will always be a craze, a little fad

Who live by eating your money

If they got it the way they wanted, those who sit and sew

Then we had to leave with a thousand pieces of paper