Farmerdick by De Heideroosjes
Iâ€™m not perfect, I have my weak sides
If I have a bad day, youâ€™ll have a lot to endure
You donâ€™t need to tell me, how I should live
That I need to go to church en where I should care about
I sometimes drink too much, then I donâ€™t know what I say
I talk to every girls and you canâ€™t get rid of me
With my big mouth I always say too much
Then I need to run for my life, and Iâ€™m screwed again
Wowowowow! This is me!
When I was a student, I always wanted to go home
Horst is just a rural village, but thereâ€™s my home (*1)
Still I think so much to do, I canâ€™t stay here too long
I need to leave everything behind, let those â€˜knammelsâ€™ rot away (*2)
I have time nothing and no one, my band is my life
Everytime I need to take and I can never give
And sure I want to study, but Iâ€™m too busy
Iâ€™ll get herpes even when Iâ€™m only thinking about a job!
Farmervillage, farmerlanguage, farmerdick!
Thatâ€™s where I live, what I speak and how I feel
They laugh about my haircut: â€œWhenâ€™s the barber finishing that?â€
â€œGet that ring out of your nose and get rid of that tattooâ€
I laugh a little and think: â€œJust Drop deda!â€
â€œYour shit isnâ€™t gold either, look in the toiletâ€
You need to take me as I am
I wonâ€™t change myself, thatâ€™s not going to happen
What you see is what you get, and thatâ€™s, thatâ€™s me!
Walk my own way until the day I choke
(* this whole song is in a dialect from the South of the Netherlands)
(*1 Horst is the village Marco Roelofs lives)
(*2 As this is not my dialect, I have no idea what â€˜knammelsâ€™ are)