Lyrics and translation David Kramer - Royal Hotel

Royal Hotel

Hier sit die manne in die Royal hotel
Ek ken mos vir almal, ek is almal se pel
Luister ou vrind, daar agter die bar
Hoe lyk ′it met nog so 'n doppie daar?
Ken julle vir Duppie, sy bynaam is dop
Hy het vir die Springbokke ′n doel geskop
'N Leë bierblik, kan hy maklik platdruk
Met net een hou, teen sy groot voorkop
Nou stel ek voor, my ou vriend Fanie
Daar's niks te wêreld, wat Fanie pla nie
Ontmoet hom in die straat, en sê "hoe gaan ′it ou maat?"
Sê Fanie "nee kannie kla nie"
Ma′ hier sit die manne in die Royal hotel
Ek ken mos vir almal, ek is almal se pel
Luister ou vrind, daar agter die bar
Hoe lyk 'it met nog so ′n doppie daar?
En hier sit die speurder, Sersant de Kok
Hy drink sy Whiskey, so on the rocks
'N Koel komkommer, ons noem hom op sy nommer
Hy′s double-o double-o seven - de Kok
Hier sit die manne - hier sit die manne
Hier sit die manne - hier sit die manne
Ja, hier sit die manne in die Royal hotel
Ek ken mos vir almal, ek is almal se pel
Luister ou vrind, daar agter die bar
Hoe lyk 'it met nog so ′n doppie daar?
En van die Noord-Weste, kom Karel Bester
Dra kortmou hemp, en 'n khakibroek
Lank terug gebore, hare kort om sy ore
Hy's lief om te lag, hy′s lief om te vloek
Hie′ langs die till, sit 'n man so stil
Daar′s trane in sy oë
Hy sê hy's die baas, van ′n bankrot plaas
Nie ver in die Klein Karoo
Maar dis lekker, dis lekker, dis tog te lekker hier
Musiek op die draadloos, en skuim op my bier
Luister ou vrind, daar agter die bar
Hoe lyk dit met nog so 'n doppie daar?
Hier sit die manne - hier sit die manne
Hier sit die manne - hier sit die manne
Ja, hier sit die manne in die Royal hotel

Royal Hotel

These are the guys at the Royal Hotel
I know everyone, I am everyone's pal
Listen my friend, behind the bar over there
How about one more beer?
Do you know Duppie, his nickname is dop
He scored a goal for the Springboks
He can easily crush an empty beer can
With just one blow, on his big forehead
Now let me introduce you to my old friend Fanie
There's nothing in the world that bothers Fanie
Meet him in the street, and say "how are you doing old friend?"
Fanie says "no, I can't complain"
But here are the guys at the Royal Hotel
I know everyone, I am everyone's pal
Listen my friend, behind the bar over there
How about one more beer?
And here sits the detective, Sergeant de Kok
He drinks his whiskey on the rocks
A cool cucumber, we call him by his number
He's double-o double-o seven - de Kok
Here sit the guys - here sit the guys
Here sit the guys - here sit the guys
Yes, here sit the guys at the Royal Hotel
I know everyone, I am everyone's pal
Listen my friend, behind the bar over there
How about one more beer?
And from the North-West, comes Karel Bester
Wears a short-sleeved shirt and khaki pants
Born long ago, hair short around his ears
He loves to laugh, he loves to curse
Next to the till, sits a man so quiet
There are tears in his eyes
He says he is the boss of a bankrupt farm
Not far in the Klein Karoo
But it's nice, it's nice, it's too nice here
Music on the radio, and foam on my beer
Listen my friend, behind the bar over there
How about one more beer?
Here sit the guys - here sit the guys
Here sit the guys - here sit the guys
Yes, here sit the guys at the Royal Hotel