Текст песни
I'm driving through this face brick town
And My radio is up, but the window is down
I'm listening to the late Jim Reeves
In my nylon jersey with the raglan sleeves
Oh This town, this town is like a, like a two cent piece
It's got a coat of arms, it's got a wildebeest
Like a clean white shirt with the gold cufflinks
Ah It looks quite clean, but the armpits stink
En ek vra jou mos (Ek vra jou) ek vra jou mos, ekke
Ek vra jou mos so nice
Ek sê, (Hoekom) hoekom (blaf) blaf daai honde
By die hekke van paradise?
Got a twin-carb V8 in this jammy that I drive
You can take me for a dice, ah you, you won't survive
Well I need new tyres and I need new shocks
And I need to phone my bokkie
Gonna phone her from a tikkie box
Ja, she's got the cutest little pair of legs
She shaves them clean ah till they look like ostrich eggs
And at night, at night she takes her teddy bears to bed
But I wonder why she paints her toe nails red
En ek vra jou mos (Ek vra jou) ek vra jou mos, ekke
Ek vra jou mos so nice
Ek sê, (Hoekom) hoekom (blaf) blaf daai honde
By die hekke van paradise?
Ja, this is where I spent my teens
Oh It's a dirty little town that the council cleans
Got orange lights
Oh, they prick the dark and the streets are wide
There's always room to park
En ek vra jou mos (Ek vra jou) ek vra jou mos, ekke
Ek vra jou mos so nice
Ek sê, (Hoekom) hoekom (blaf) blaf daai honde
By die hekke van paradise?
Oh, hoekom blaf daai honde
By die hekke van paradise?
Oh, hoekom blaf daai honde