I'm not perfect, I have my weak If I have a bad day, you'll have a lot to You don't need to tell me, how I live That I need to go to church en where I should care
I drink too much, then I don't know what I say I talk to every and you can't get rid of me With my big mouth I say too much Then I need to run for my life, and I'm again
Wowowowow! is me! When I was a student, I always to go home Horst is just a rural village, but there's my (*1) Still I think so much to do, I can't here too long I need to leave everything behind, let those 'knammels' rot (*2)
I have time nothing and no one, my is my life Everytime I to take and I can never give And I want to study, but I'm too busy I'll get herpes even I'm only thinking about a job!
Farmervillage, farmerlanguage, farmerdick! That's I live, what I speak and how I feel
They about my haircut: "When's the barber finishing that?" "Get that 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 what you get, and that's, me! Walk my own way until the day I
(* this song is in a dialect from the South of the Netherlands) (*1 Horst is the village Marco lives) (*2 As is not my dialect, I have no idea what 'knammels' are)