Kära lyssnare, får jag för er presentera the one and only Sillstryparn från Göteborg!
Dear listeners, may I present to you the one and only Sillstryparn from Gothenburg!
Eller som spanjoren säger Garotta di Ansjovis
Or like the Spanish say, Gargotta di Ansjovis
Sjungandes till sin äkta Semperfiser doing the omoralisk schlagerfestival
Singing to their genuine Semperfiser, doing the immoral hit festival
I kören hörs de brummande busarna Björnligan och Gondolen
In the choir the humming ruffians Björnligan and Gondolen is heard
It's a one, it's a two
It's a one, it's a two
It's a one, two, three, four
It's a one, two, three, four
Det rasslar av juveler och glittrar av guld
Jewells are rattling and gold is glimmering
De sjunger om den spanska solen
They sing about the Spanish sun
Men garotteringar och mord, det skiter de i
But garrote and murder, they don't give a shit about
Och svänger på fascistkärringkjolen
And they twirl their fascist hag skirt
Och här kommer ABBA i kläder av plast
And here comes ABBA in clothes made out of plastic
Lika döda som sillkonserver
As dead as canned herring
De skiter också i allt, vill göra snabba stål
They don't give a shit either, they want to make quick bucks
Det pyr i mina franska nerver
My French nerves are smoldering
Doin' the omoralisk schlagerfestival, yes
Doin' The Immoral Hit Festival, yes
Doin' the omoralisk schlagerfestival
Doin' The Immoral Hit Festival
Ja, kom igen gubbar!
Yeah, let's get it boys!
Och världens melodi, förtryck och slaveri
And the melody of the world, oppression and slavery
Vad fan rör det våra artister?
What the hell is it about our artists?
De gör sin karriär och ler och snälla är, de har många korkade brister
They make a career and smile and are kind, they have lots of stupid shortfalls
De ställer upp på allt, de tar det smörigt kallt
They want to do everything
I fascisternas feta ister
In the fat lard of fascists
De roar oss till döds på våran grammofon
They entertain us until death on our gramophone
Ska vi fastna i deras klister
Will we get stuck in their glue
Doin' the omoralisk schlagerfestival
Doin' The Immoral Hit Festival
Doin' the omoralisk schlagerfestival, oj
Doin' The Immoral Hit Festival, oops
Och Stikkan Andersson han tycker folk är dumt
And Stikkan Andersson he thinks people are stupid
Producerar romantik
Produces romance
Men kärleken är stark
But love is strong
Så Stikkan får en spark
So Stikkan gets kicked
Som passar ett cyniskt svin
Which is appropriate for a cynical pig
Men ni som jobbar hårt
But you who work hard
Och ni som har det svårt
And those who's got it bad
Sjung med i Sillstryparns melodi
Sing along to the melody of Sillstryparn
Vi har vår egen sång
We have got out own song
Vi ger väl fan i dem
We don't give a fuck about them
I deras fjöliga svärmeri
In their pliable pash
Doin' the omoralisk schlagerfestival, jösses
Doin' The Immoral Hit Festival, geez
Doin' the omoralisk schlagerfestival, yes
Doin' The Immoral Hit Festival, yes
Doin' the omoralisk schlagerfestival, ja
Doin' The Immoral Hit Festival, yes
Doin' the omoralisk schlagerfestival, ös på lite
Doin' The Immoral Hit Festival, go for it
Doin' the omoralisk schlagerfestival, åh yes
Doin' The Immoral Hit Festival, oh yes
Doin' the omoralisk schlagerfestival, ballt
Doin' The Immoral Hit Festival, cool