I'm not perfect, I have my sides If I have a bad day, you'll a lot to endure You don't need to tell me, how I should That I need to go to en where I should care about
I drink too much, then I don't know what I say I talk to girls and you can't get rid of me my big mouth 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 just a village, but there's my home (*1) Still I think so much to do, I can't stay here too I need to everything behind, let those 'knammels' rot away (*2)
I have time nothing and no one, my 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 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 ring out of your nose and get rid of that tattoo" I a little and think: "Just Drop deda!" "Your isn't gold either, look in the toilet"
You need to 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
(* this whole song is in a dialect the South of the Netherlands) (*1 Horst is the Marco Roelofs lives) (*2 As is not my dialect, I have no idea what 'knammels' are)