Trubaduren

Nanana...

We sat a group on a beach
a few miles outside of Tylösand
ate hot dogs and chips
smoked too much, and downed 7-8 beers
I had my eye on a lady
who can turn a man monogamous
and boldly approached
and started running my big seduction program

Then a Cat Stevens tremor was heard
to the tunes of a guitar
then he came, the guy with G
a real guitar player
a raw blond Nordic prince
two days of stubble, t-shirt, and cut-off jeans
sat down at our spot
introduced himself as Mats
then he struck a chord
and started singing in the middle of our conversation
the girl I was going to bed
immediately fell into his chorus

chorus:
for if a musician even once
starts singing an old song
everyone around should join in and sing along
if he has just once let out a scream
every melody he will sing
from wonderful Creedance to Carola

nanana...

how do you tell a girl like that
you know singing is not my thing
but I'm a damn good catch
because I've studied math and political science
but when you have to fight against a shower
of tones from a troubadour
he should know that man
the one who wrote the song "House of the Rising Sun"
Mats starts it out of the blue
then plays the harmonica

for if a musician even once
starts singing an old song
it's impossible to seek to stop him
if he has just once let out a scream
every melody he will sing
from "Dover to Calais" to little Loppan

around 4-5 I had enough and went home
but what I think and suspect
he's probably still sitting there

for if a musician even once
starts singing an old song
it's impossible to get him to stop
if he has just once let out a scream
every melody he will sing
till some kind soul breaks the neck of his lute

nanana...