Aaah, Jeuk Aan Me Naad

I'm sitting on the tram track, passing line five
I'm driving 140 in my four-wheel drive
Roof open, hair in the wind
I have to slam on the brakes for a crossing kid
Man, if there's something I hate
Aaah, itchy butt

I'm having a drink at Rembrandt Square
Me with beer, her with wine to spare
She looks at me with eyes as dry as sand
Says: tonight, no Studio Sport, understand?
I check my watch but I'm already late
Aaah, itchy butt

Last time I was chilling at the Night Watch bar
Willie got quite bizarre
He cried when he said: 'you're my friend'
I thought: 'why does this nonsense never end?'
I can't stand that kind of homo talk
Aaah, itchy butt