I'm not perfect, I have my sides If I have a bad day, you'll a lot to endure You don't to tell me, how I should live That I need to go to en where I should care about
I sometimes too much, then I don't know what I say I talk to every girls and you get rid of me With my big I always say too much I need to run for my life, and I'm screwed again
Wowowowow! is me! When I was a student, I wanted to go home Horst is just a village, but there's my home (*1) Still I think so much to do, I can't here too long I need to everything behind, let those 'knammels' rot away (*2)
I have time and no one, my band is my life Everytime I need to take and I can give And I want to study, but I'm too busy I'll get herpes even when I'm only about a job!
Farmervillage, farmerlanguage, farmerdick! That's where I live, what I speak and how I
They laugh my haircut: "When's the barber finishing that?" "Get ring out of your nose and get rid of that tattoo" I laugh a little and think: "Just deda!" "Your isn't gold either, look in the toilet"
You to take me as I am I won't change myself, that's not going to What you see is you get, and that's, that's me! my own way until the day I choke
(* whole song is in a dialect from the South of the Netherlands) (*1 Horst is the Marco Roelofs lives) (*2 As this is not my dialect, I have no idea what are)