Langrennsfar - Ylvis

Petter Northug, blir han verdensmester også på intervallstart?

Han er fullkommen, spurtkongen er best i alt

Her kommer hele Norges langrennsfar

En tyrkershot for hvert gull han tar

Han er hele Norges langrennsfar (oh, oh, oh, oh)

Glien er grei og staven er hard

Se, der kommer hele Norges langrennsfar

Han er først i feltet, og formen er fin

Blåswix, vodka, snørr og vin (hey, hey, hey)

Fire shots og opp på bordet (hey, hey, hey)

I kveld er det lov å væra langrennshore

Her kommer hele Norges langrennsfar

En tyrkershot for hvert gull han tar

Han er hele Norges langrennsfar (oh, oh, oh, oh)

Løype!

Her kommer rykket

Svensker og russere kjenner på trykket

Jentene hyler når han jager i spissen

Melkesyra spruter fra tuppen av tissen

(Den var for grov eller? fuck it, gutta, vi bare kjører på!)

(Hey, hey, hey) strammeste kassa på hele kloden!

(Hey, hey, hey) skal du væra med å rydde litt i smøreboden?

Her kommer hele Norges langrennsfar

Sjefen i sporet, sjef på bar

Nå kjører vi en bonski for langrennsfar (oh, oh, oh, oh)

I’ve been skiing all of my life

This is what i’m meant to be

Deep in the woods, snow in my face

Just my skis and me

The roar of the crowd, the taste of the gold

Norwegian flags in the wind

This is my moment, now is the time

Here i go again

It’s time to fly (gull, gull, gull) (knull, knull, knull)

Sølv, sølv, sølv

Øl, øl, øl

Bronse, bronse, bronse

Noe med sex

Hey, hey, hey

Klister, Kvikk Lunsj, sprit og kjeks

Petter Northug, will he also become world champion at interval start?

He is perfect, the sprint king is the best in everything

Here comes the whole of Norway's cross-country skiing father

A Turkish shot for every gold he takes

He is the father of all of Norway's cross-country skiing (oh, oh, oh, oh)

The glide is straight and the rod is hard

Look, the whole of Norway's cross-country skiing father is coming

He is first in the field and the form is fine

Blåswix, vodka, snot and wine (hey, hey, hey)

Four shots and up on the table (hey, hey, hey)

Tonight it is allowed to be a cross-country whore

Here comes the whole of Norway's cross-country skiing father

A Turkish shot for every gold he takes

He is the father of all of Norway's cross-country skiing (oh, oh, oh, oh)

Trail!

Here comes the jerk

Swedes and Russians feel the pressure

The girls howl as he chases in the lead

Lactic acid squirts from the tip of the pee

(It was too rough or? Fuck it, guys, we're just driving on!)

(Hey, hey, hey) tightest box office on the planet!

(Hey, hey, hey) are you going to help clean up the grease booth a bit?

Here comes the whole of Norway's cross-country skiing father

The boss in the track, the boss at the bar

Now we ride a bonski for cross-country skiers (oh, oh, oh, oh)

I’ve been skiing all of my life

This is what I'm meant to be

Deep in the woods, snow in my face

Just my skis and me

The roar of the crowd, the taste of the gold

Norwegian flags in the wind

This is my moment, now is the time

Here i go again

It’s time to fly (gold, gold, gold) (fuck, fuck, fuck)

Silver, silver, silver

Beer, beer, beer

Bronze, bronze, bronze

Something with sex

Hey, hey, hey

Glue, Quick Lunch, Liquor and Biscuits