Hummerteiner og krabbefelt

Lobster traps and crab fields,
RVs and six-man tents,
It seems like the whole of Norway is on sick leave
in the summer. (no one's at work, damn)
Because everyone is on the road with all they have,
surfboards and backpacks and cooking pots,
by car, on bike, on foot,
and some hitchhike.
Yes, the traffic is like a handball game
with rushing and pushing and fouls,
and the ref is out.

It's downright impossible to get through
on the road from Halden to Kristiansand,
not to mention the Bastø ferry,
it's always packed
with Germans and French and Dutch,
and kids sliding up and down the railing,
seems like no one travels on vacation anymore
to relax.
And down on the car deck crawls a guy
with his arms full of stolen camera gear
he swiped.

It's chaos on all the campsites,
drunk people and crowded beaches,
broken glass and deflated air mattresses
on the ground.
No, I prefer a proper scout
who stays away from all highways,
and hikes up the mountains
in Baden-Powell's spirit.
And maybe you haven't heard before
that old scouts never die,
they just smell that way.