Erhvervs-Folk – Cuba Lyrics
Artist: Erhvervs-Folk
Song: Cuba
Sidder i Cuba og ryger noget hash, alt for bash, alt for slask, kender ikke Johnny Cash
Er bange for det plane crach, penge ruller, damer ringer giver finger mens hun slinger
Tager klinger giver vinger, køre min bimmer mens det flimer
Tænder min cigar, damerne ka lide alle de penge vi har, de spørger hvor jeg fra, jeg fra København, den eneste del af Danmark der er til gavn
De siger altid, SlagterLars du er lidt eksotisk, SlagterLars du er lidt melodisk, tro mig pige jeg kan være lidt erotisk, der er nok til alle bare ta det roligt
Tager til Cuba, boller min stuepige, tager din dame for hun er vist en groupie, god pige, flot smil, flot bil, god stil, drikker drinks fra en kokos, det min livsstil
Damer de vil have mig, så ta mig, jeg ligger coke op i baner, min dame hun spiser bananer, hun er afroamerikaner
Det er mine dårlige vaner der gør livet sjovt og leve, så pige bare skriv
Ligger på Cuba, elsker dit groove, ja, mit [?] kommer hurtigere end Lucky Luke, ja
Har ingen problemer, det livet jeg lever, alle i andre lytter som i var mine elever
Det er her det sker, Cuba er mit liv, har været her så længe bliver nødt til at blive
Elsker det her sted, vil have alle mine venner med, det handler om fred, kærlighed, ingen had, herlighed, masser af mad, det særlige, jeg ved intet, tænker over ingen grund til at sved
Har ikke mere til dig, det her det var alt, ku’ ta’ det som politiker, ta’ det med et gram salt
Men alt jeg siger det er ægte, intet falsk, rimer på den sang, jeg er bare musikalsk, ik’ prøv at test mig jeg er bare kannibalsk
Sidder i Cuba og ryger noget hash, alt for bash, alt for slask, kender ikke Johnny Cash
Er bange for det plane crash, penge ruller, damer ringer giver finger mens hun slinger
Tager klinger giver vinger, køre min bimmer mens det flimer
Vi bare normal sydamerikaner, for jeg er blevet coco cubaner, ligger på stranden med massere af damer, og de ligger og de taner
Solen den er varm og den stiger på mig, jeg vil have hende på hotel så jeg giver mit nummer
Ligger her hver eneste dag, under det samme palmetræ
Indtager Cuba som var jeg Rusland, ændre mit navn til Pablo i stedet for Jonathan
Sugerør i min kokosnød, jeg tror også hun synes jeg er rimelig sød
Jeg vil bare ikke hjem til Lunderskov igen, for Cuba er blevet min aller bedste ven
Jeg ligger ude i sandet, så jeg tænker ikke på andet, alt er inklusiv så jeg sætter mig i baren og jeg drikker mig stiv
Jeg drømmer om at det her bliver mit liv, det en rigtig dejlig brise, det gør mig sulten så jeg vil have noget og spise
Sidder i Cuba og ryger noget hash, alt for bash, alt for slask, kender ikke Johnny Cash
Er bange for det plane crach, penge ruller, damer ringer giver finger mens hun slinger
Tager klinger giver vinger, køre min bimmer mens det flimer
Sidder i Cuba og ryger noget hash, alt for bash, alt for slask, kender ikke Johnny Cash
Er bange for det plane crach, penge ruller, damer ringer giver finger mens hun slinger
Tager klinger giver vinger, køre min bimmer mens det flimer
Sidder i Cuba og ryger noget hash, alt for bash, alt for slask, kender ikke Johnny Cash
Er bange for det plane crach, penge ruller, damer ringer giver finger mens hun slinger
Tager klinger giver vinger, køre min bimmer mens det flimer
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Mina – Grande, Grande, Grande
Suzuya – L’amour n’est qu’un jeu…
Cuba Lyrics – English Translation
Sitting in Cuba and smokes some hash, too bash, too slow, don’t know Johnny Cash
Is afraid of the planar crach, money rolls, ladies ring gives finger while she slings
Taking blades giving wings, running my bimmer while it flicker
Turn on my cigar, ladies KA like all the money we have, they ask where I from, I from Copenhagen, the only part of Denmark that benefits
They always say, butcherlars you are a little exotic, slaughterlars you are a little melodic, believe me girl I can be a little erotic that is enough for everyone just ta it quiet
Taking to Cuba, buns my maid, taking your lady for she’s shown a Groupie, good girl, nice smile, nice car, good style, drink drinks from a coconut, it my lifestyle
Women they want me, so ta me, I’ll be coke up in lanes, my lady she eats bananas, she is African American
It’s my bad habits that make life fun and live, so girl just write
Lying on Cuba, loves your Groove, yes, my [?] Comes faster than Lucky Luke, yes
Don’t have any problems that life I live, everyone in others listening as in was my students
This is where it happens, Cuba is my life, has been here so long will have to stay
Love this place, will have all my friends with, it’s about peace, love, no hatred, glory, lots of food, the special I know nothing thinks of no reason to sweat
Don’t have anymore for you, this was all, Ku ‘Ta’ it as a politician, ta ‘it with a gram of salt
But all I say it’s real, nothing fake, rhymes on the song I’m just musical, I’m trying to test me I’m just cannibal
Sitting in Cuba and smokes some hash, too bash, too slow, don’t know Johnny Cash
Is afraid of the planar crash, money rolls, ladies ringing gives finger while she slings
Taking blades giving wings, running my bimmer while it flicker
We just normal South Americans, because I have become Coco Cubans, located on the beach with massaging ladies, and they lie and they taner
The sun it is hot and it rises on me I want her at the hotel so I give my number
Lies here every single day, under the same palm tree
Ingest Cuba as I was Russia, change my name to Pablo instead of Jonathan
Suction tube in my coconut, I also think she thinks I’m reasonably sweet
I just don’t want to go home to Lunderskov again, for Cuba has become my very best friend
I lay out in the sand, so I don’t think about anything else, everything is inclusive so I put myself in the bar and I drink my stiff
I dream that this will be my life, it a really nice breeze, it makes me hungry so I want something and eat
Sitting in Cuba and smokes some hash, too bash, too slow, don’t know Johnny Cash
Is afraid of the planar crach, money rolls, ladies ring gives finger while she slings
Taking blades giving wings, running my bimmer while it flicker
Sitting in Cuba and smokes some hash, too bash, too slow, don’t know Johnny Cash
Is afraid of the planar crach, money rolls, ladies ring gives finger while she slings
Taking blades giving wings, running my bimmer while it flicker
Sitting in Cuba and smokes some hash, too bash, too slow, don’t know Johnny Cash
Is afraid of the planar crach, money rolls, ladies ring gives finger while she slings
Taking blades giving wings, running my bimmer while it flicker
Find more lyrics at https://dcslyrics.com
Erhvervs-Folk Lyrics – Cuba
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From the album:
Me Dicen Cuba / Rosa la Peligrosa
Release Year: 2013