In radio debates
on kamikaze icy skates
he throws himself at you
climbs up the chinese wall of cool
Underlig aftenluft
his values diverting the soft
each hour a hundred miles
with no seatbelt on
Meet my one and only nephew
your s**y rescue
your one and only love
Rips off his ball and chain
has never seen the sundae rain
each hour a week day comes
and suddenly
He looks like mother
with oil stains to be swept away
and habits like my father
always walking further behind the youth
Meet my one and only nephew
your s**y rescue
your one and only love