(There Is A) Dogshit In My Garden

Ja, der er desværre ikke mere af den, fordi vi har prøvet at blive berømte i udlandet. Det skal danskere jo på et eller andet tidspunkt, og vi har også forsøgt. Vi har været i Sverige og i Tyskland, og det gik overhovedet ikke. Så kom der en dag et telegram fra Jamaica, hvor de sagde: "Come over here, man". Så spurgte jeg, hvad vi skulle hedde derovre. De foreslog, vi skulle hedde: "Viking man and the Viking men". Og vores sang skulle hedde: "There is a dogshit in my garden"

There is a dogshit in my garden and when I cut my grass

The dogshit is no longer in my garden

It is a-sittin' on my footsole and smell like a doggies ass

And that is not the smell of Elizabeth Arden

You can have women and cookies and a strawberry

But there is nothing as bad as a doggie's shit

På Jamaica der synger de noget, og så svarer folk: "Oh yeah", "Oh no". Nu skal I høre

Was it a fireman? (Oh no)

Was it a brandman? (Oh no)

Was it an Otto-man? (Oh no)

Was it a walkman? (Oh no)

Was it a superwoman? (Oh no)

Superwoman don't know how to shit

Was it a milky man? (Oh no)

Was it a Kellerman? (Maybe)

Was it a tissemand? (No no no no no)

Was it rabat man? (Oh no)

Was it a Doberman? (Oh yeah)

You can have women and cookies and a strawberry

But there is nothing as bad as a doggie's shit

You can have women and cookies and a strawberry

But there is nothing as bad as a doggie's shit