Tvangstankar - Vamp

Den mørkaste skogen vil ha meg

Den ule for meg i natt

Uglå sitte i treet og fungere nest best som vakt

Det einaste som kan værr bedre

E lyset fra galne Johan

Galnaste mannen i myrå

Ligg lavt!

Nå bandt de han fast te slutt da

Men for seint, så seint

At det går

Ord om galne Johan

Ord om gamle Johan

For han kvelte lille Malin

Men masserte fromme Jan

Det burde kanskje vært omvendt

Men der har du Galne Johan

Sist år va her

Nå igjen

Kvar dag om igjen

Tvangstankar

Han lenka na fast itte båten

I ein fart som ga båten eksem

Før han tok sine velbrukte hender

Og smørte Jan inn med krem

Glem gamle Jesus

Og hans korsbelagte vei

For Jan tok den godt smørte banen

Rett mottsatt av himmelens vei

The darkest forest wants me

It howled for me last night

Ugly sit in the tree and act as a second best guard

The only thing that could be better

E the light from crazy Johan

Maddest man in the marsh

Lie low!

Now they tied him firmly and ended that

But too late, so late

That it goes

Words about crazy Johan

Words about old Johan

Because he strangled little Malin

But pious Jan massaged

Perhaps it should have been the other way around

But there you have Mad Johan

Last year was here

Now again

Every other day

Obsessions

He now chained the boat

At a speed that gave the boat eczema

Before he took his well used hands

And smeared Jan in with cream

Forget old Jesus

And his cross-covered way

Because Jan took the well-oiled course

Directly opposite of the way of heaven