To tette og ei badehette - Teddybears Sthlm

Det var i det gode året nittenhundre og boogiewoogie

Da krigen var glemt og gitara stemt

Rockebilly kom fram på scenekanten og hilste på brugen

Dro fram det beste han hadde på lager av rockefor for

Sultne mager.

og folk i salen slukte det rått, som folk flest gjør

Når det vanker no godt.

Rockebillys sang ***** varmt, doris og hjørdis

Gikk arm i arm inn i rommet bare for damer, forbi en type som snur

Seg og glaner.

Og typen var stygg, ja styggere enn styggen og han kjente

Det skjedde no da han så hu derre doris som gikk i på do

Og han tenkte som styggen det der skal jeg ha tross lensmann og prest

Bilder i blad.

Og som han tenkte, sånn blei det.

Ut på dansegulvet sklei dem

Det hadde han ikke gjort hadde han visst at snart kom en større og sterkere

En lenger bak.

Og plutselig stod du i døra, høyere enn fjella rundt

Sunndalsøra, lang og mager, sneipen i gjeipen, tøff som gutten, skjønte fleipen

Men aldri var det no’n som fleipa med deg, og den som fingra med Doris

Han fikk så det svei

Du var en femognitti, hadde rockesveis med fett i, du var drømmen du

Doris.

Men du digga Noma jean, kjørte samma stil som jeamie dean

Skjønt du kjørte morris.

Og var det dans på lokalet, så kom du seint, bortimot

Midnatt ja du hadde tima det tight.

Du kom inn, kveldens paraquin

Fra scenen kom det boogiewoogie

Blues og rock and roll med sug i, fender og chessline

Du så deg rundt i salen der var hu med hestehalen

Pluss en type med dress

Og dressmann, kom i fra hønefoss

Han var glad i jenter han var glad i å sloss

Dansa sving, en sa ingenting

Før 'n sa;

vi sees en annen dag

Hu satte kursen rett i mot deg

Han med dressen styrte samme vei

Doris hadde tent 'n og nå ville 'n laga bråk

For det er to tette og ei badehette

No more talk

Du var en femognitti, hadde rockesveis med fett i, du var drømmen du

Doris.

Men du digga Noma jean, kjørte samma stil som jeamie dean

Skjønt du kjørte morris.

Og var det dans på lokalet, så kom du seint, bortimot

Midnatt ja du hadde tima det tight.

Du kom inn, kveldens paraquin

It was in the good year nineteenth century and boogiewoogie

When the war was forgotten and the guitar tuned

Rockebilly appeared on the edge of the stage and greeted the use

Pulled out the best he had in stock of rock lining for

Hungry skinny.

and the people in the hall swallowed it raw, as most people do

When it wakes up well.

Rockebilly's song ***** hot, doris and herd ice

Went arm in arm into the room just for ladies, past a guy who turns

Themselves and glans.

And the guy was ugly, yes uglier than the ugly and he felt

It happened now when he saw that doris who went to the bathroom

And he thought like the ugly thing I should have there despite the sheriff and the priest

Pictures in leaves.

And as he thought, so it was.

They slipped out on the dance floor

Had he not done so, he would have known that a bigger and stronger one would soon come

One further back.

And suddenly you stood in the doorway, higher than the mountains around

Sunndalsøra, tall and thin, snipe in the yawn, tough as a boy, understood the joke

But there was never anyone who joked with you, and the one who fingered Doris

He then got the welding

You were a ninety-five, had rock welds with fat in, you were the dream you

Doris.

But you digga Noma jean, ran the same style as jeamie dean

Though you drove morris.

And if there was dancing on the premises, you came late, almost

Midnight yes you had tima it tight.

You came in, tonight's paraquin

From the stage came the boogiewoogie

Blues and rock and roll with suction, fender and chessline

You looked around the saddle where the ponytail was

Plus a type with suit

And dressmaker, came in from Hønefoss

He loved girls he loved to fight

Dance swing, and say nothing

Before 'n said;

see you another day

Hu set the course straight for you

He with the suit steered the same way

Doris had lit a fire and now she wanted to make a noise

Because there are two tight and one swimming cap

No more talk

You were a ninety-five, had rock welds with fat in, you were the dream you

Doris.

But you digga Noma jean, ran the same style as jeamie dean

Though you drove morris.

And if there was dancing on the premises, you came late, almost

Midnight yes you had tima it tight.

You came in, tonight's paraquin