Typical Belgian Roger sings his hart out in his favourite bar.
translation:
When I arrive in a bar
I immediatly ask for a beer
A pack of St Michel
And 100 francs for the pinballmachine
Come'on what's the mood here!
You would think we're in a coffin
I'm drunk as a truck
I've already drunk like a strainer
Come'on you guys
We are here to drink, right
this is not a monastery
damn it, we're in a bar
chorus:
come'on roger, completley drunk
full speed on the floor (?)
we have nothing else to do
all with roger
completely drunk
totally filled with beer
until we get burried
a little tour backstage
a good little piss
shaking the hand of the musician
saying hello to my sons' father
oh, what a story
half of it in my pants
Back to the track
Ok, i pack my sausage
-chorus-
I start a dance
everybody in the bar, go
Prejudice aside!
we are not constipated
come'on, drinks for everyone
for those who can still walk
now it has started
we'll drink till noon
-chorus-
It's not "Prêts! Jugez au vestiaire" lol (subtitles are wrong) but rather "Préjugés au vestiaire", that you could translate with "Prejudice aside !"
Zebix 3 months ago
@Zebix thanks
albertben 3 months ago