Two Weeks Ago I ask myself, is there more I need? I've bought a lot of food, and pockets full of money I've got my fingers, but I don't have them anymore A lot of mackerel, and music as a finger I've got tortoises in the water, and my shape is fine I've run away from Facebook and datamachines I've got a lady in jail, who I know, because she's hot At least if I give her a little bit of wine But there are ladies here, without clothes You can fool everyone, without any trouble No one knows what kind of diseases there are At least not before this evening Turn into the type, and wear everything you have Because here it's chaos And Petter is openly I turn into the type, and wear everything you have I take a breath, and sing I hear the boys screaming And there's a lady skiing And the girls are jumping I hear the boys screaming Down to the audience, and the boat is ready Oh my God, what a shame we have I hear the boys screaming And there's a lady skiing Hi, Lisa, Gunn and Rita Who of you wants to give me a shit? I'm a barracuda, I drink whiskey When the Swedish boat sails Slowly past I take Gunn and Rita Lisa down to Rytaby Turn into the type And wear everything you have Because here it's chaos And Petter is openly I turn into the type And wear everything you have I take a breath, and sing I hear the boys screaming And there's a lady skiing And the girls are jumping I hear the boys screaming Down to the audience, and the boat is ready Oh my God, what a shame we have I hear the boys screaming And there's a lady skiing I hear the boys screaming And there's a lady skiing And the girls are jumping I hear the boys screaming Down to the audience, and the boat is ready Oh my god, what a shame we have I hear the boys screaming And there's a lady skiing I hear the boys screaming And there's a lady skiing I hear the boys screaming Down to the audience, and the boat is ready Oh my god, what a shame we have I hear the boys screaming And there's a lady skiing Oh my god, what a shame we have