I was shot in the back by Nilfisk addicted cowboys
By jealousy struck
Outnumbered by hard boiled luck
When I showed them the lights of my
Two-forty-five deep blue break
They all stood up and sang about Swedish designer d**
I was cutting a tree, and turning my jack into lumber
When the hitmen arrived
On a boat from the Isle of Song
I was shocked by the
Nude identical twins on my lap
A cross-eyed effect of Swedish designer d**
It's hard to be strong
Depending on Northern refineries
How deep is your fjord? How shallow thy
Watery eyes? How could I recupe
Surrounded by 95 dogma's?
Like a reindeer
I'm struck by Swedish designer d**
I'm dating the maid, and driving
Electric wheelchairs
I'm cleaning the fish
With biodegradable pride
I was pulling the strings
While playing the fifteenth violin
In a director's cut of Swedish designer d**
I was hurting a fly, and winning all Nobely Prizes
I was probably drunk by the probably best beer around
Like a Viking in need
I got a medal for bad underacting
They all stood up
And sang about Swedish designer d**
Swedish designer d**: it's hard to be strong
How deep is your fjord?
When I showed them the lights
They all stood up, and sang about Swedish designer d**