I'm not perfect, I my weak sides If I have a bad day, have a lot to endure You need to tell me, how I should live That I need to go to church en where I should care
I sometimes drink too much, then I know what I say I talk to girls 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 a rural village, but there's my home (*1) Still I think so much to do, I can't stay 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 sure I want to study, but I'm too I'll get herpes even when I'm thinking about a job!
Farmervillage, farmerlanguage, farmerdick! That's where I live, what I speak and how I
They laugh about my haircut: "When's the finishing that?" "Get that ring out of your and get rid of that tattoo" I a little and think: "Just Drop deda!" "Your isn't gold either, look in the toilet"
You to take me as I am I won't change myself, not going to happen What you see is what you get, and that's, me! my own way until the day I choke
(* this whole song is in a dialect from the of the Netherlands) (*1 Horst is the village Marco lives) (*2 As this is not my dialect, I have no idea 'knammels' are)