Det Kan Ikkje Væra Helsikt - Tønes

Det var lørdagskveld, det var selskap og mange som va inviterte, inviterte

Någe som heide taco blei me serverte, serverte

Det va någen skjell du sgo stappa oppi allslags ingredienser, ingrediensa

Og med ei gong du begynte å eda så gjekk skjellet i tusen beda, tusen beda

Det havna på tallerken

Stusta tollet eg he ede

Her en dag eg var ude me jobben på konferanse, konferanse

Var på resturant, ed så mye du kan for bare 50 krone, ja, 50 krone

Det var bønna, mais og løk i någen løgne skåle, og det var tortilla, tortilla

Spør du meg såg det ut og smakte akkurat som ei torre filla, torre filla

Det var alt for sterke saus, det svidde og det brant

Nei, aldri meir på tex-mex-resturant, åh

Det kan ikkje væra helsikt å eda sånnen mad

Du ødelegge tarma, å alt som hette smak

Eg vil ikkje ha någe spagetti

Eg vil ikkje ha någe jækla ris

Nei, gje meg nypoteta

Og te dessert sga det vær flødeis

Eg smakte någe di kalte for kebab, men det va ikkje någe godt, nei,

va ikkje någe godt

Magen begynte å romla, eg låg å gorpa og feis te langt på nott

Det va lag på lag me någe slyngse og salat og det var kvidløksdressing — alt

for mye

Det draub ner på jakken og det rant nerøve ermet, og det tøyd udøve, tøyd udøve

Eg gabte alt eg konne og tok meg et jafs

Du sgo kjent den smaken, å fy for någe graps!

Så gjekk turen te ei pølsebu — sgo ha ei vanlige pulsa, heilt vanlige pulsa

Du kan tru eg skvatt då eg oppdagte at det va någe hakkanes gale,

spinn hakkanes galet

Di hadde klint ho inn me någe di kalte for «Kili-ketsjup», ja, «Kili-ketsjup»

Di hadde klint ho inn me någe di kalte for «Kili-ketsjup», «Kili-ketsjup»

Det va ikkje vanlige ketsjup

Det va någe sterkt svineri i frå utlandet

Åh, «Kili-ketsjup», aldri meir

Det kan ikkje væra helsikt å eda sånnen mad

Du ødelegge tarma, å alt som hette smak

Eg vil ikkje ha någe spagetti

Eg vil ikkje ha någe jækla ris

Nei, gje meg nypoteta

Og te dessert sga det vær flødeis

Te dessert sga det vær flødeis

Te dessert

Eg vil ikkje ha någe spagetti

Eg vil ikkje ha någe jækla ris

Nei, gje meg nypoteta

Og te dessert sga det vær flødeis

It was Saturday night, there was a party and many who were invited, invited

Some like tacos were served, served

It was a shell that you stuffed into all kinds of ingredients, the ingredients

And as soon as you started to eat, the shell went a thousand beda, a thousand beda

It ended up on a plate

Stusta tollet I he ede

Here one day I was out with work at a conference, conference

Was at a restaurant, swear as much as you can for only 50 kroner, yes, 50 kroner

There was the bean, corn and onion in the now lying bowl, and it was tortilla, tortilla

If you ask me it looked and tasted just like a dry fillet, dry fillet

The sauce was way too strong, it stung and it burned

No, never again at a Tex-Mex restaurant, oh

It cannot be healthy to eat such food

You destroy the gut, oh everything called taste

I don't want any spaghetti

I don't want any damn rice

No, give me the new potatoes

And for dessert it was ice cream

I tasted something you called a kebab, but it wasn't good enough, no,

wasn't good enough

My stomach started to rumble, I was sobbing and farting for a long time

It was layer upon layer with some slyngs and salad and there was chive dressing — everything

too much

It drooped down on the jacket and it ran down the sleeve, and it strained exercise, strained exercise

I yawned all I could and took a nap

You got to know that taste, damn it, too many graps!

Then the trip went to a hot dog shop - so I had a normal pulse, quite a normal pulse

You can believe I was shocked when I discovered that there was something crazy,

spin the hackles madly

You had a crush on someone you called "Kili-ketchup", yes, "Kili-ketchup"

You had stuck with someone you called "Kili-ketchup", "Kili-ketchup"

It was no ordinary ketchup

There was a lot of slander from abroad

Oh, "Kili ketchup", never again

It cannot be healthy to eat such food

You destroy the gut, oh everything called taste

I don't want any spaghetti

I don't want any damn rice

No, give me the new potatoes

And for dessert it was ice cream

Tea dessert sga weather ice cream

Tea dessert

I don't want any spaghetti

I don't want any damn rice

No, give me the new potatoes

And for dessert it was ice cream