Noar 't Cafe
Toen ik nog een jonge was, wonen ik op een boer
Hele dagen hard pezen, i-j stonken noar pestvoer
En as i-j moeder om centen vroeg dan zei ze altied nee
Moar of i-j centen had of niet, i-j gingen noar 't cafe
refr.:
Hee hee hee, noar 't cafe
Hee hee hee, noar 't cafe
Iederen zondagmorgen mos ik noar de kark
Ik zag dat nooit zo zitten dus zocht ik ander wark
Ik reed met mienen Sparta wel 6 keer deur 'n allee
Ik kon joa niks bedenken moar inens kre'k een goed idee
refr.(2x)
Moar of i-j nou in 't cafe zit dat help ow gin enen moer
't Is joa weinig better dan pezen bi-j 'n boer
Going to the Bar
When I was just a kid, I lived on a farm
All day busting my ass, it stank like a pig farm
And when my mom asked for cash, she always said no
But whether I had cash or not, we went to the bar
chorus:
Hey hey hey, to the bar
Hey hey hey, to the bar
Every Sunday morning I had to go to church
I never liked it much, so I looked for other work
I rode my bike down the alley six times a day
I couldn't think of anything, then suddenly I had a great idea
chorus (2x)
But whether you're at the bar, it doesn't help you at all
It's hardly better than busting your ass on a farm