I'm not perfect, I have my weak If I have a bad day, have a lot to endure You don't need to tell me, how I live I need to go to church en where I should care about
I sometimes drink too much, then I know what I say I to every girls and you can't get rid of me With my big I always say too much Then I need to run for my life, and I'm screwed
Wowowowow! is me! I was a student, I always wanted to go home Horst is a rural village, but there's my home (*1) Still I so much to do, I can't stay here too long I need to leave behind, let those 'knammels' rot away (*2)
I have nothing and no one, my band is my life Everytime I need to 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 where I live, I speak and how I feel
They laugh about my haircut: "When's the finishing that?" "Get ring out of your nose and get rid of that tattoo" I laugh a little and think: "Just deda!" "Your shit isn't either, look in the toilet"
You need to me as I am I won't change myself, not going to happen What you see is you get, and that's, that's me! Walk my own way the day I choke
(* this whole song is in a from the South of the Netherlands) (*1 Horst is the village Marco lives) (*2 As this is not my dialect, I have no what 'knammels' are)