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« Svar #75: 23 Sep 2006, 13:15 »

Scotty dosen't know - Sum 41

Hey!!!!!!

Scotty doesn't know,
That Fionna and me,
Do it in my van every Sunday.

She tells him shes in church,
But she doesn't go,
Still shes on her knees, and...

Scotty doens't know, oh.
Scotty doesn't know-oh.
So don't tell Scotty!
Scotty doesn't know,
Scotty doesn't know.
SO DON'T TELL SCOTTY!

Fionna says shes out shopping,
But shes under me and I'm not stopping.

Cuz Scotty doesn't know,
Scotty doesn't know,
Scotty doesn't know,
Scotty doesn't know.
So don't tell Scotty.
Scotty doesn't knoooooow....
DON'T TELL SCOTTY!

I can't believe he's so trusting,
While I'm right behind you thrusting.

Fionna's got him on the phone,
and she's trying not to moan.
It's a three way call,
and he knows nothing.
NOTHING!!!

Scotty doesn't know,
Scotty doesn't know,
Scotty doesn't know,
Don't tell Scotty.
Cuz Scotty doesn't know,
Scotty doesn't knoooooow....
SO DON'T TELL SCOTTY!

We'll put on a show, everyone will go.
Scotty doesn't know,
Scotty doesn't know,
Scotty doesn't knoooooow....

The, parking lot, why not?
It's so cool when you're on top.
His front lawn, in the snow.
Laughing so hard, cuz...

Scotty doesn't know,
Scotty doesn't know.

I did her on his birthday.

Scotty doesn't know,
Scotty doesn't know,
Scotty doesn't know,
Scotty doesn't know,
Don't tell Scotty.
Scotty doesn't knoooooow....

Scotty will know,
Scotty has to know,
Scotty's gotta know,
Gonna tell Scotty,
Gonna tell him myself.

Scotty has to know,
Scotty has to know,
Scotty has to,
Scotty has to,
Scotty has to go!

Scotty doesn't know,
(Don't tell Scotty)
Scotty doesn't know,
(Don't tell Scotty)
Scotty doesn't know...
Scotty's gotta go!
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« Svar #76: 23 Sep 2006, 13:18 »

Blink 182 - The Party Song

Do you want to come to a party
My friends picked me up in their truck at 11:30
This thing's at a frat house but people are cool there
Well I did if I loved but I never dreamed there
Would be someone there who would catch my attention
I wasn't out searching for love or affection
So I payed my three and the girls got in free
Shined the beer for tequila and we headed into the party

And then in the backyard some terrible ska band
Someone in the background was doing a keg stand
This place is so lame all these girls look the same
All these guys have no game I wish I would have stayed
In my bed back at home watching TV alone
Where I'd put on some porn or have sex on the phone
Far from people I hate down from anywhere state
Trying to intoxicate girls to give them head after the party

And then I saw her standing there
With green eyes and long blonde hair
She wasn't wearing underwear at least i prayed that
She might be the one, maybe we'd have some fun
Maybe we'd watch the sun rise
But that night I learned some girls try too hard
Some girls try too hard (bakground from here on in the chorus "da na na " repeated over and over)
Yeah, Some girls try too hard to impress
With the way that they dress
With those things on their chest
And the things they suggest to me

I couldn't believe what this lady was saying
The names she was dropping, the games she was playing
She dated this guy who now rides for Black Flys
How she's down with the 'wise well-constructed disguise'
Now I'd rather go dateless than stay here and hate this
Her volume of makeup her fake tits were tasteless
So I said I'd call her but never would bother
Until I got turned down by another girl at a party

So when you see her standing there
With green eyes and long blonde hair
She won't be wearing underwear and you'll discover
This girl's not the one and she'll never be fun
You should just turn and run because you'll find out that
Some girls try too hard (bakground from here on "da na na " repeated over and over)
some girls try too hard
And some girls try too hard to impress
With the way that they dress
With those things on their chest
And the things they suggest to me
Some girls try too hard
Some girls try too hard
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« Svar #77: 23 Sep 2006, 13:44 »

Skal vi vædde?

Det gør mig glad
At spise lækker mad
Og lege med mine venner
Og alle dem jeg kender
At læse gode bøger
Og bade i nogle søer

Aha!

Skal vi vædde?
Det bedste det er glæde!
Skal vi vædde?
Det bedste det er glæde!

Det gør mig sur
Når lyset ikke dur
Når alle driller mig
Og ikke gider lege
Når vejret det er koldt
Så jeg ikke kan spille bold

Aha!

Skal vi vædde?
Det bedste det er glæde!
Skal vi vædde?
Det bedste det er glæde!

At være glad er sjovt
Og ikke spor flovt
At være glad er sjovt
Og ikke spor, spor, spor, spor flovt!

Det gør mig glad
At tage et varmt bad
At løse krydsordsopgaver
Og få hårde gaver
At tæske min søster i kortspil
At være glad det er nemlig noget jeg vil!

Aha!

Skal vi vædde?
Det bedste det er glæde!
Skal vi vædde?
Det bedste det er glæde!
Skal vi vædde?
Det bedste det er glæde!
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« Svar #78: 23 Sep 2006, 13:45 »

Tro på os to

Anni tro på os to
Anni tro på dig og mig
Jeg tror på os to
Og jeg tager ikke fejl

Det er lang tid siden
Jeg har følt sådan her
Har mistet viden - du fylder mer’ og mer’
Op og nedture
Jeg går sammen med dig
Og jeg vil kæmpe for, at du bliver hos mig

For jeg er så sikker på, vi har noget til fælles
At vores forhold det aldrig vil forældes
Danmark jeg har fået ny energi
Energi i Anni det er hende jeg kan li’

Anni tro på os to
Anni tro på dig og mig
Anni jeg tror på os to
Anni og jeg tager ikke fejl

Os to sammen det er noget helt specielt
Anni jeg elsker dig, jeg si’r det konsekvent
Sjove ting vi laver, gad vide hvor vi ender
Du kigger på mig, og jeg kan mærke jeg tænder

For jeg er så sikker på, vi har noget til fælles
At vores forhold det aldrig vil forældes
Danmark jeg har fået ny energi
Energi i Anni det er hende jeg kan li’

Anni tro på os to
Anni tro på dig og mig
Anni jeg tror på os to
Anni og jeg tager ikke fejl

Anni tro på os to
Anni tro på dig og mig
Jeg tror på os to
Og jeg tager ikke fejl

For jeg er så sikker på, vi har noget til fælles
At vores forhold det aldrig vil forældes
Danmark jeg har fået ny energi
Energi i Anni det er hende jeg kan li’

Anni tro på os to
Anni tro på dig og mig
Anni jeg tror på os to
Anni og jeg tager ikke fejl

For jeg er så sikker på, vi har noget til fælles
At vores forhold det aldrig vil forældes
Danmark jeg har fået ny energi
Energi i Anni det er hende jeg kan li’
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« Svar #79: 23 Sep 2006, 17:46 »

Rockstarz feat. Kenny Lübke - Når Jeg Blir Rockstar
     
Wooh oh oh oh ooh - NÅR JEG BLI'R ROCKSTAR

Pissetræt af at bo på en villavej
I ka' gøre hvad I vil med mig
I ka' pille ved mig - udstille mig
bare så længe I vil ta' et billede af mig

Jeg vil spille sej, hvis I mener jeg er for blid
lyve om min fortid, lave mig om på rekordtid
flytte fra Jylland til Nørrebro
og lære at synge af $øren $ko

Jeg vil se mit ansigt
i alle ugeblade
og bagefter brok' mig over
at jeg ik' ka' være i fred

Vi Unge, Gaffa, Mix og Chili
hurtig karriere som Mili Vanilli
hva' har du ild i - kolde kontanter
jeg vil ha' det hele - undtagen ansvar

Jeg vil sælge min sjæl til Satan
smadre hoteller på tour i Japan
Se&Hør, BilledBladet, Her&NU og Kig Ind
score en ny pige hver eneste weekend

Hårde stoffer - trommesla'r
- luftguitar - i en mini-bar
jeg vil være en stjerne... en stjerne si'r jeg til jer
jeg ka' være lige den, I vil ha' mig til at være...

FOR JEG HAR INTET TALENT
JEG VIL BARE VÆRE KENDT
SÅ ALLE KIGGER PÅ MIG
- NÅR JEG BLI'R ROCKSTAR

OG I KAN STEMME MIG HJEM
FILME MIG I MIN SENG
FOR ALLE KIGGER MIN VEJ
- NÅR JEG BLI'R ROCKSTAR

Wooh oh oh oh ooh - NÅR JEG BLI'R ROCKSTAR

Audition - casting - rockstar-kursus
workshop - styling - afsted i tourbus
ud ad landevejen - kaster bandetegn
hopper op på bordet - under andestegen

Fri bar - backstage - journalister
- V.I.P og gæstelister
hænger med de kendte og smadrer instrumenter
trækker tiden ud når pressen venter

Huller til ballerne i læderbukser
skjult adresse og hemmeligt nummer
piger der før ik gad og snakke med mig
vil nu ha' en autograf på deres jakke af mig

Jeg vil smide en krone
i en ønskebrønd
for jeg ved jo godt det hele
bare er en drøm...

FOR JEG HAR INTET TALENT
JEG VIL BARE VÆRE KENDT
SÅ ALLE KIGGER PÅ MIG
- NÅR JEG BLI'R ROCKSTAR

OG I KAN STEMME MIG HJEM
FILME MIG I MIN SENG
FOR ALLE KIGGER MIN VEJ
- NÅR JEG BLI'R ROCKSTAR

Wooh oh oh oh ooh - NÅR JEG BLI'R ROCKSTAR

I ka' ik' være os - vi er popsmart' rockstarz
hopper op på bordet og vælter jeres kop kaff'
I ka' ik' være os - vi er popsmart' rockstarz
hopper op på bordet og vælter jeres kop kaff'

JEG HAVDE INTET TALENT
VILLE BARE VÆRE KENDT
NU KIGGER ALLE PÅ MIG
- FOR NU ER JEG ROCKSTAR

FØR FIK JEG INGEN RESPEKT
OG ALLE KALDTE MIG KNÆGT
NU KIGGER ALLE PÅ MIG
- FOR NU ER JEG ROCKSTAR

JA! NU ER JEG ROCKSTAR?
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« Svar #80: 23 Sep 2006, 18:10 »

lol, Thistedfc i mgp humør Shockeret
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« Svar #81: 23 Sep 2006, 21:54 »

Eazy-E          Its On (Dr. Dre og Snoop dog diss)

Todays a good day to die! (lady screaming)
Bow wow wow yippie yo yeppie yah
Suck on these nuts nigga suck on these nuts
I tell em bow wow wow yippie yo yeppie yea
Suck on these nuts nigga suck on these nuts
Ain't nuthin but Eazy baby
He'll smoke two niggas cuz they crazy
Talk a gang of shit but it dont phase me
That punk nigga Dre still pays me

Well if it's on motherfucker then it's on G
Now if it's on motherfucker than its on G
Hey Mister prankster prankster
Story book gangster
Back in 86 you wore pumps and masscara
Down did the motherfuckin wreckin crew bid
But once a bitch always a bitch
And now the fuckin switch
Fag with a steathoscope now you sag
Body slammn bitches makes Dre a bigger man.
Cackies sportin loc's in a G ride
What set you from loc what set you from ride?
Rip Vanwinkle sleepin nigga woke up and became a G
But you still dont impress tha E-Z.
Smoke a little sherm now you call that shit the chronic
Niggas on the West side call it bionic
I make a mill here make a mill there
Fuck a bitch here fuck a bitch there yeeeeah


Tell ya motherfuckers who your fuckin with
Well if its on Motherfucker then its on

Old nigga Eazy-E went to the Cuppard
To get Snoop Doggy Dogg a bone motherfucker.
Here's
Another G or should I say a H, a I, a J, a K, a L-M-N-O-P
P for the pussy wussy wuffin nigga broke
As a motherfuckin joke
Talkin about you want to smoke tha E to tha A-Z-Y
Nigga this EAST SIDE Snoop Doggy Doggy Dogg you wanna try
187 on the E that ya sing
But you cling on my balls when I swing my ding-a-ling
Yeah you got more just like a pint of puppy water
First I'm gonna choke ya Then I smoke ya
Then I'm gonna toss ya in the back of my trunk
With the other punk
Smoking Death Row like I smoke a Phillie Blunt
Well if it's on motherfucker than its on G
If it's on motherfucker than it's on G



Still a nigga,
Once a nigga
Always a nigga
Down from the get go
Never let go
Never flossin
Never slippin
Never trippin
Stickin dick and my balls down your throat doggy listen
Niggaz from the LBC
They never heard of ya G
and Niggas from the CPT aint down with D-R-E
But ya gave it up,
Still like a trooper
Let 'em play ya jam shake ya hand and then they shoot ya
You can fool the people on the east coast an the mid-west
But In LA you still cant pass the test
See I can tell a pussy when I see one
Dre wearing lip stick that mean ya have to be one
You need to change your sex and your occupation
You try to fuck with E nigga Run Run Run
Cause if it's on motherfucker then its on G
Now if its on motherfucker then its on G
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« Svar #82: 23 Sep 2006, 21:58 »

2Pac - Hit em up ( Notorius B.I.G. Diss)


I ain't got no mutha fuckin friends
Thats why I fucked your bitch
You fat mutha-fucka {Take Money}
West Side
Bad Boy Killers {Take Money}
You know who the realist is
niggas we bring it to {Take Money}
(ha ha, that's alright)

First off, fuck your bitch
And the click you claim
West side when we ride
Come equipped with game
You claim to be a playa
But, I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boys
niggas fuck for Life
Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak
Hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia
Some mark ass bitches
We keep on coming
While we running for yah jewels
Steady gunning
Keep on busting at them fools
You know the rules
Little Ceasar go ask you homie
How i'll leave yah
Cut your young ass up
See yah in pieces
Now be deceased
Little Kim,
Don't fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets
So fuck peace
I'll let them niggas know
It's on for Life
Don't let the west side
Ride the night (ha ha)
Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill
fuck with me
And get your caps peeled
You know, See

[Chorus]

Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh
Who shot me,
But, your punks didn't finish
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
nigga, I hit 'em up

Check this out
You mutha-fuckas know what time it is
I don't know why I'm even on this track
Y'all niggas ain't even on my level
I'm going to let my little homies
Ride on yah
bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches
{ahh yo, yo, hold the fuck up}

Get out the way yo
Get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls just got dropped
Little move pa*s the mac
And let me hit 'em in his back
Frank White needs to get spanked right
For setting up traps
Little accident murderers
And I ain't never heard of yah
Poise less gats attack when I'm serving yah
Spank the shank
Your whole style when I gank
Guard your rank
Cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang
Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block
I'm running through nigga
And I'm smoking Junior Mafia
In front of yah nigga
With the ready power
Tucked in my Guess
Under my Eddie Bower
Your clout petty sour
I push packages ever hour
I hit 'em up

[Chorus]

Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh
Who shot me,
But, your punks didn't finish
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
nigga, We hit 'em up

Peep how we do it
Keep it real
Its penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle
All you niggas getting killed
With your mouths open
Tryin' to come up off of me
You and the clouds hoping
Smoking dope
It's like a Shermine
niggas think they learned to fly
But they burn mutha-fucka you deserve to die
Talking about you Getting Money
But its funny to me
All you niggas living bummy
While you fucking with me?
I'm a self made Millionaire
Thug livin', out of prison
Pistols in the Air {Air} (Ha Ha)
Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch
And beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house
Now its all about versace
You copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me
I took it and smiled
Now I'm back to set the record straight
With my A-K
I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Mutha-fucka I'll Hit 'Em Up

I'm from N E W Jers.
Where plenty of murder occurs
No points to come
We bring drama to all you herds
Now go check the scenerio
Little Ceas'
I'll bring you fake G's to yah knees
Copin' pleas with these
Little Kim is yah
Coked up or doped up
Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up
What the fuck?
Is you stupid?
I take money,
crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block
With fifteen shot,
Cocked glock to your knot
Outlaw Mafia click moving up another notch
And your Pop stars popped and get dropped and mopped
And all your fake ass east coast props
Brainstormed and locked

You'se a beat biter
Pac style taker
I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but a faker
So fill the Alize with a chaser
'bout to get murdered for the paper
E.d.i I mean post the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke (uhh)
Toting smoke, we ain't no mutha-fuckin' joke
Thug Life, niggas better be known
Be approaching
In the wide open, gun smoking
No need for hoping
It's a battle lost
I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off
nigga, I hit 'em up

Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run (ha ha)
They don't wanna see us
Whole Junior Mafia click
Dressing up to be us
How the fuck they gonna be the Mob?
When we always on out job
We millionaire's
Killing ain't fair
But somebody got to do it

Oh yah Mobb Deep (uhh)
You wanna fuck with us
You Little young ass mutha-fuckas
Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something
You fucking with me, nigga ?
You fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack
You better back the fuck up
Before you get smacked the fuck up
This is how we do it on our side
Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it,
Bring it.
But we ain't singing,
We bringing drama
fuck you and your mother fucking mama.
We gonna kill all you mother fuckers.
Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie.
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother fuckin opinion
Well this is how we gon' do this:
fuck Mobb Deep,
fuck Biggie,
fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother fuckin crew.
And if you want to be down with Bad Boy,
Then fuck you too.
Chino XL, fuck you too.
All you mother fuckers,
fuck you too.
(take money, take money)
All of y'all mother fuckers,
fuck you, die slow mother fucker.
My fo' fo' (.44 magnum) make sure all yo' kids don't grow.
You mother fuckers can't be us or see us.
We mother fuckin' Thug Life riders.
West Side till' we die.
Out here in California, nigga
We warned ya'
We'll bomb on you mother fuckers.
We do our job.
You think you the mob, nigga, we the mother fuckin' mob
Ain't nuttin' but killers
And the real niggas, all you mother fuckers feel us.
Our shit goes triple and four quadruple
You niggas laugh cuz our staff got guns under they mother fuckin' belts
You know how it is and we drop records they felt
You niggas can't feel it
We the realist
fuck 'em.
We Bad Boy killas.
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« Svar #83: 26 Sep 2006, 18:10 »

lol, Thistedfc i mgp humør Shockeret

Det er da også fedt.. eller noget Opstemt




Nelly Furtado ft. Timabaland - Promiscuous girl

N: Am I throwin you off?
Nope
N: Didn’t think so

How you doin’ young lady
That feelin’ that you givin’ really drives me crazy
You don’t haveta play about the joke
I was at a loss of words first time that we spoke

Looking for a girl that’ll treat you right
You lookin’ for her in the day time with the light
You might be the type if I play my cards right
I'll find out by the end of the night

N: You expect me to let you just let you hit it
But will you still respect me if you get it

All I can do is try, gimme one chance
What’s the problem I don’t see no ring on your hand

I be the first to admit it, I’m curious about you, you seem so innocent

N: You wanna get in my world, get lost in it
Boy I’m tired of running, lets walk for a minute

Chorus-
Promiscuous girl
Wherever you are
I’m all alone
And it's you that I want

N: Promiscuous boy
You already know
That I’m all yours
What you waiting for?

Promiscuous girl
You're teasing me
You know what I want
And I got what you need

N: Promiscuous boy
Let's get to the point
Cause we're on a roll
Are you ready?

Verse-
N: Roses are red
Some diamonds are blue
Chivalry is dead
But you're still kinda cute

Hey! I can't keep my mind off you
Where you at, do you mind if I come through

N: I’m out of this world come with me to my planet
Get you on my level do you think that you can handle it?

They call me Thomas
last name Crown
Recognize game
I'm a lay mine's down

N: I'm a big girl I can handle myself
But if I get lonely I’ma need your help
Pay attention to me I don't talk for my health

I want you on my team
N: So does everybody else.

Baby we can keep it on the low
Let your guard down ain’t nobody gotta know
If you with it girl I know a place we can go

N: What kind of girl do you take me for?

Chorus-
Don't be mad, don't get mean
N: Don't get mad, don't be mean

Hey! Don't be mad, don't get mean
N: Don't get mad, don't be mean

Wait! I don't mean no harm
I can see you with my t-shirt on

I can see you with nothing on
feeling on me before you bring that on

Bring that on
N: You know what I mean

Girl, I’m a freak you shouldn't say those things

I’m only trying to get inside your brain
To see if you can work me the way you say

It's okay, it's alright
I got something that you gon' like

Hey is that the truth or are you talking trash
Is your game M.V.P. like Steve Nash

Chorus-
Promiscuous Girl
Wherever you are
I’m all alone
And its you that I want

N: Promiscuous Boy
I'm calling your name
But you're driving me crazy
The way you're making me wait

Promiscuous Girl
You're teasing me
You know what I want
And I got what you need

N: Promiscuous Boy
We're one in the same
So we don't gotta play games no more




Cascada - Bad boy

Remember the feelings,
remember the day,
my stone heart was breaking,
my love ran away,
this moment I knew I would be someone else,
my love turned around and I felled


Be my Bad Boy,be my men,
be my weekendlover but don´t be my friend.
You can be my Bad Boy, but understand that I don´t need you in my live again.

Won´t you be my bad boy,be my man,be my weekendlover but don´t be my friend.
You can be my Bad Boy, but understand that I don´t need you again, no I don´t need you again...

...Bad Boy...


You once made this promise,
to stay by my side,
but after some time just pushed me aside.
You never tought that a girl could be strong,
now I show you how to go on.


Be my Bad Boy,be my men,
be my weekendlover but don´t be my friend.
You can be my Bad Boy, but understand that I don´t need you in my live again.

Won´t you be my bad boy,be my man,be my weekendlover but don´t be my friend.
You can be my Bad Boy, but understand that I don´t need you again, no I don´t need you again...
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« Svar #84: 03 Okt 2006, 09:11 »

U2
City of Blinding Lights
(et minut's forspil)
The more you see the less you know
The less you find out as you grow
I knew much more then than I do now

Neon heart, day-glow eyes
The city lit by fireflies
They're advertising in the skies
And people like us

And I miss you when you're not around
I'm getting ready to leave the ground

Oh you look so beautiful tonight...

Don't think before you laugh
Look ugly in a photograph
Flash bulbs, purple irises the camera can't see

I've seen you walk unafraid
I've seen you in the clothes you've made
Can you see the beauty inside of me?
What happened to the beauty I had inside of me?

And I miss you when you're not around
I'm getting ready to leave the ground

Oh you look so beautiful tonight...tonight
In the city of blinding lights

Time...time....time ...won't leave me as I am
But time won't take the boy out of this man
Oh you look so beautiful tonight
Oh you look so beautiful tonight
Oh you look so beautiful tonight
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« Svar #85: 03 Okt 2006, 09:13 »

Rockstarz feat. Kenny Lübke - Når Jeg Blir Rockstar
     
Wooh oh oh oh ooh - NÅR JEG BLI'R ROCKSTAR

Pissetræt af at bo på en villavej
I ka' gøre hvad I vil med mig
I ka' pille ved mig - udstille mig
bare så længe I vil ta' et billede af mig

Jeg vil spille sej, hvis I mener jeg er for blid
lyve om min fortid, lave mig om på rekordtid
flytte fra Jylland til Nørrebro
og lære at synge af $øren $ko

Jeg vil se mit ansigt
i alle ugeblade
og bagefter brok' mig over
at jeg ik' ka' være i fred

Vi Unge, Gaffa, Mix og Chili
hurtig karriere som Mili Vanilli
hva' har du ild i - kolde kontanter
jeg vil ha' det hele - undtagen ansvar

Jeg vil sælge min sjæl til Satan
smadre hoteller på tour i Japan
Se&Hør, BilledBladet, Her&NU og Kig Ind
score en ny pige hver eneste weekend

Hårde stoffer - trommesla'r
- luftguitar - i en mini-bar
jeg vil være en stjerne... en stjerne si'r jeg til jer
jeg ka' være lige den, I vil ha' mig til at være...

FOR JEG HAR INTET TALENT
JEG VIL BARE VÆRE KENDT
SÅ ALLE KIGGER PÅ MIG
- NÅR JEG BLI'R ROCKSTAR

OG I KAN STEMME MIG HJEM
FILME MIG I MIN SENG
FOR ALLE KIGGER MIN VEJ
- NÅR JEG BLI'R ROCKSTAR

Wooh oh oh oh ooh - NÅR JEG BLI'R ROCKSTAR

Audition - casting - rockstar-kursus
workshop - styling - afsted i tourbus
ud ad landevejen - kaster bandetegn
hopper op på bordet - under andestegen

Fri bar - backstage - journalister
- V.I.P og gæstelister
hænger med de kendte og smadrer instrumenter
trækker tiden ud når pressen venter

Huller til ballerne i læderbukser
skjult adresse og hemmeligt nummer
piger der før ik gad og snakke med mig
vil nu ha' en autograf på deres jakke af mig

Jeg vil smide en krone
i en ønskebrønd
for jeg ved jo godt det hele
bare er en drøm...

FOR JEG HAR INTET TALENT
JEG VIL BARE VÆRE KENDT
SÅ ALLE KIGGER PÅ MIG
- NÅR JEG BLI'R ROCKSTAR

OG I KAN STEMME MIG HJEM
FILME MIG I MIN SENG
FOR ALLE KIGGER MIN VEJ
- NÅR JEG BLI'R ROCKSTAR

Wooh oh oh oh ooh - NÅR JEG BLI'R ROCKSTAR

I ka' ik' være os - vi er popsmart' rockstarz
hopper op på bordet og vælter jeres kop kaff'
I ka' ik' være os - vi er popsmart' rockstarz
hopper op på bordet og vælter jeres kop kaff'

JEG HAVDE INTET TALENT
VILLE BARE VÆRE KENDT
NU KIGGER ALLE PÅ MIG
- FOR NU ER JEG ROCKSTAR

FØR FIK JEG INGEN RESPEKT
OG ALLE KALDTE MIG KNÆGT
NU KIGGER ALLE PÅ MIG
- FOR NU ER JEG ROCKSTAR

JA! NU ER JEG ROCKSTAR?
Har hørt den sanq meqet men har fået ny pc oq ka sq ikk husk hvor jeq havde sanqen fra ? Hvor har du den fra
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« Svar #86: 03 Okt 2006, 19:32 »

Har hørt den sanq meqet men har fået ny pc oq ka sq ikk husk hvor jeq havde sanqen fra ? Hvor har du den fra

Mon ikke han har den på cd? eller har fået den fra en sine venner?




You'll Never Walk Alone
When you walk through a storm,
Hold your head up high,
And don't be afraid of the dark.
At the end of a storm,
There's a golden sky,
And the sweet silver song of a lark.
Walk on through the wind,
Walk on through the rain,
Though your dreams be tossed and blown..
Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart,
And you'll never walk alone.......
You'll never walk alone.


Smukt, når den bliver sunget på stadions..
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« Svar #87: 10 Okt 2006, 21:34 »

Hjerterne er gule, sjælen er blå
Der røg en plovmand ud til trøjen
Over tusind for et kort
Et fly til nederlag i Barca
Og et tog til Silkeborg

35 for en fadøl
Men det er også tyndt som vand
Stod i kø en lille time
og så ikke da vi vandt

De snakker ånd versus forrretning
forstår ikke hvad de si'r
er rimelig kold overfor
hvor mange mill en sejr gi'r

For jeg er stadig ligeså fattig
som jeg var det sidste år
Da vi gav det hele væk
Til dem fra Pub og Sport

Vi har aldrig været bedre, det har aldrig føltes værre
Vi overleved' alskens kriser og så står vi stadig her
Vi holder sammen på en måde som du ikke kan forstå
Hjerterne er gule, sjælen den er blå

Jeg følger med selv når vi taber
Giver aldrig helt fortabt
Det sker da det er tæt på
Når vi har haft UEFA træf

Når et par stykker slår på tæven
når en enkelt gasser op
Med sin fine sideskilning
og sit slidte hagekors

Men det bli'r aldrig vær' end GF
Mere koldt end PSE
Her kræves ingen voldsdom
For at få os på cv'et

Vi vil altid vær' de bedste
Ligesiden 64
Og hvem fa'en er så jeg
at sku' spille utilfreds?

Vi har aldrig været bedre, det har aldrig føltes værre
Vi overleved' alskens kriser og så står vi stadig her
Vi holder sammen på en måde som du ikke kan forstå
Hjerterne er gule, sjælen den er blå
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« Svar #88: 11 Okt 2006, 17:53 »


You'll Never Walk Alone
When you walk through a storm,
Hold your head up high,
And don't be afraid of the dark.
At the end of a storm,
There's a golden sky,
And the sweet silver song of a lark.
Walk on through the wind,
Walk on through the rain,
Though your dreams be tossed and blown..
Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart,
And you'll never walk alone.......
You'll never walk alone.


Smukt, når den bliver sunget på stadions..

Enig... You'll Never Walk Alone er en fantastisk sang, og især som du skriver bliver sunget på stadion med fuld brøl fra alle tilskuere. Så får den virkelig hårene op og stå på ens arme.
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« Svar #89: 11 Okt 2006, 18:33 »

Rockstarz feat. Kenny Lübke - Når Jeg Blir Rockstar
     
Wooh oh oh oh ooh - NÅR JEG BLI'R ROCKSTAR

Pissetræt af at bo på en villavej
I ka' gøre hvad I vil med mig
I ka' pille ved mig - udstille mig
bare så længe I vil ta' et billede af mig

Jeg vil spille sej, hvis I mener jeg er for blid
lyve om min fortid, lave mig om på rekordtid
flytte fra Jylland til Nørrebro
og lære at synge af $øren $ko

Jeg vil se mit ansigt
i alle ugeblade
og bagefter brok' mig over
at jeg ik' ka' være i fred

Vi Unge, Gaffa, Mix og Chili
hurtig karriere som Mili Vanilli
hva' har du ild i - kolde kontanter
jeg vil ha' det hele - undtagen ansvar

Jeg vil sælge min sjæl til Satan
smadre hoteller på tour i Japan
Se&Hør, BilledBladet, Her&NU og Kig Ind
score en ny pige hver eneste weekend

Hårde stoffer - trommesla'r
- luftguitar - i en mini-bar
jeg vil være en stjerne... en stjerne si'r jeg til jer
jeg ka' være lige den, I vil ha' mig til at være...

FOR JEG HAR INTET TALENT
JEG VIL BARE VÆRE KENDT
SÅ ALLE KIGGER PÅ MIG
- NÅR JEG BLI'R ROCKSTAR

OG I KAN STEMME MIG HJEM
FILME MIG I MIN SENG
FOR ALLE KIGGER MIN VEJ
- NÅR JEG BLI'R ROCKSTAR

Wooh oh oh oh ooh - NÅR JEG BLI'R ROCKSTAR

Audition - casting - rockstar-kursus
workshop - styling - afsted i tourbus
ud ad landevejen - kaster bandetegn
hopper op på bordet - under andestegen

Fri bar - backstage - journalister
- V.I.P og gæstelister
hænger med de kendte og smadrer instrumenter
trækker tiden ud når pressen venter

Huller til ballerne i læderbukser
skjult adresse og hemmeligt nummer
piger der før ik gad og snakke med mig
vil nu ha' en autograf på deres jakke af mig

Jeg vil smide en krone
i en ønskebrønd
for jeg ved jo godt det hele
bare er en drøm...

FOR JEG HAR INTET TALENT
JEG VIL BARE VÆRE KENDT
SÅ ALLE KIGGER PÅ MIG
- NÅR JEG BLI'R ROCKSTAR

OG I KAN STEMME MIG HJEM
FILME MIG I MIN SENG
FOR ALLE KIGGER MIN VEJ
- NÅR JEG BLI'R ROCKSTAR

Wooh oh oh oh ooh - NÅR JEG BLI'R ROCKSTAR

I ka' ik' være os - vi er popsmart' rockstarz
hopper op på bordet og vælter jeres kop kaff'
I ka' ik' være os - vi er popsmart' rockstarz
hopper op på bordet og vælter jeres kop kaff'

JEG HAVDE INTET TALENT
VILLE BARE VÆRE KENDT
NU KIGGER ALLE PÅ MIG
- FOR NU ER JEG ROCKSTAR

FØR FIK JEG INGEN RESPEKT
OG ALLE KALDTE MIG KNÆGT
NU KIGGER ALLE PÅ MIG
- FOR NU ER JEG ROCKSTAR

JA! NU ER JEG ROCKSTAR?
den er så sej der her sang ! Thumbs Up
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