Iâm not perfect, I have my weak sides
If I have a bad day, youâll have a lot to endure
You donât need to tell me, how I should live
That I need to go to church en where I should care about
I sometimes drink too much, then I donât know what I say
I talk to every girls and you canât get rid of me
With my big mouth I always say too much
Then I need to run for my life, and Iâm screwed again
Wowowowow! This is me!
When I was a student, I always wanted to go home
Horst is just a rural village, but thereâs my home (*1)
Still I think so much to do, I canât stay here too long
I need to leave everything behind, let those âknammelsâ rot away (*2)
I have time nothing and no one, my band is my life
Everytime I need to take and I can never give
And sure I want to study, but Iâm too busy
Iâll get herpes even when Iâm only thinking about a job!
Farmervillage, farmerlanguage, farmerdick!
Thatâs where I live, what I speak and how I feel
They laugh about my haircut: âWhenâs the barber finishing that?â
âGet that ring out of your nose and get rid of that tattooâ
I laugh a little and think: âJust Drop deda!â
âYour shit isnât gold either, look in the toiletâ
You need to take me as I am
I wonât change myself, thatâs not going to happen
What you see is what you get, and thatâs, thatâs me!
Walk my own way until the day I choke
(* this whole song is in a dialect from the South of the Netherlands)
(*1 Horst is the village Marco Roelofs lives)
(*2 As this is not my dialect, I have no idea what âknammelsâ are)
