Lyrics and translation Marvelous Mosell - Ove & Jens 2

Ove & Jens 2

Hvem patruljerer her? Ove og Jens
Hvem arresterer fler'? Ove og Jens
Hvem konfiskerer mer'? Ove og Jens
Hvem spionerer der? Ove og Jens

Hvem patruljerer her? Ove og Jens
Hvem pacificerer fler'? Over og Jens
De sidste du ser? Ove og Jens
Håndhæver loven, drikker bajere imens

Lovbrud kan måske se sjovt ud
Men hvis du vil lave det, må du hellere ha' hård hud
Ove og Jens, standser og står ud
Basker dig, kaster dig igennem en forrude

Festen lukker hvis du stjæler og hugger
Det er dialogkaffe uden mælk og sukker
Tirsdag aften, de rullede hårdt
Ved Kongens Nytorv i den rød-hvide Ford

På hjørnet så de Hæler Helge
Med en trækvogn, i færd med at sælge
Hælerne er ligesom stjælerne
Nu sover han på bunden af Nyhavn med sælerne

Hvem patruljerer her? Ove og Jens
Hvem arresterer fler'? Ove og Jens
Hvem konfiskerer mer'? Ove og Jens
Hvem spionerer der? Ove og Jens

Hvem patruljerer her? Ove og Jens
Hvem pacificerer fler'? Over og Jens
De sidste du ser? Ove og Jens
Håndhæver loven, drikker bajere imens

Doris, en 40-årig rufferske
I baggården modtog hun kufferterne
Ud kravlede 2 glædespiger fra Beijing
Yo det var trafficking!

Ove og Jens havde ligget på lur
Kom springende frem fra et cykelskur
Doris prøved' at skære dem med sit barberblad
Men blev anholdt og smidt ind i et salatfad

De 2 piger var nu frie igen
Og kom hen for at takke deres redningsmænd
Som selvfølgelig modtog takken med et stærkt knus
Og så tog de alle sammen på værtshus

Hvem patruljerer her? Ove og Jens
Hvem arresterer fler'? Ove og Jens
Hvem konfiskerer mer'? Ove og Jens
Hvem spionerer der? Ove og Jens

Hvem patruljerer her? Ove og Jens
Hvem pacificerer fler'? Over og Jens
De sidste du ser? Ove og Jens
Håndhæver loven, drikker bajere imens

På stationen var tonen hård
De sagde for fanden til hinanden, for det hele var hardcore
Men grimt sprog vækker ubehag
Og gav også engang imellem en sygedag

Ove var klog, kom med et forslag
Sagde: wienerbrød, det skal vi ha'
Intet fjerner en syg arbejdskultur
Som en chokoladetrekant med tyk glasur

Men når det kom til personalepleje
Havde ledelsen desværre ikk' en rød reje
Jens var klog, kom med et forslag
Vi kan sælge effekter på DBA!

I kælderen var der tyvekoster en masse
Beslaglagte våben og 100 kilo hash
I løbet af en time var salget ordnet
Nu var der wienerbrød til hele korpset

Ove & Jens 2

Who's patrolling here? Ove and Jens, my dear.
Who's arresting more? Ove and Jens, for sure.
Who's confiscating most? Ove and Jens, almost.
Who's spying over there? Ove and Jens, the pair.

Who's patrolling here? Ove and Jens, my dear.
Who's pacifying more? Ove and Jens, at your door.
The last ones you'll see? Ove and Jens, trust me.
Enforcing the law, drinking beers, no flaw.

Breaking the law might seem like fun, you see,
But if you do it, you better be tough as can be.
Ove and Jens, they stop and step out of their ride,
Bash you, toss you through a windshield, nationwide.

The party's over if you steal and loot, sweetheart,
It's black coffee, no sugar, no pleasant tart.
Tuesday night, they rolled hard, it's true,
At Kongens Nytorv in their red and white Ford, just for you.

On the corner, they saw Helge the Fence,
With a wagon, trying to sell, intense.
Fences are just like thieves, it's a shame,
Now he sleeps with the seals at the bottom of Nyhavn, ma'am.

Who's patrolling here? Ove and Jens, my dear.
Who's arresting more? Ove and Jens, for sure.
Who's confiscating most? Ove and Jens, almost.
Who's spying over there? Ove and Jens, the pair.

Who's patrolling here? Ove and Jens, my dear.
Who's pacifying more? Ove and Jens, at your door.
The last ones you'll see? Ove and Jens, trust me.
Enforcing the law, drinking beers, no flaw.

Doris, a 40-year-old hardened dame,
In the backyard, she received the suitcases, no game.
Out crawled two girls of joy from Beijing, so sweet,
Yo, that was trafficking, can't be beat!

Ove and Jens had been lying in wait,
Jumped out from a bicycle shed, it was fate.
Doris tried to cut them with her razor blade, so sharp,
But got arrested and thrown into a salad bowl, a mishap.

The two girls were now free again, you see,
And came to thank their rescuers, happy and free.
Who, of course, accepted the thanks with a strong hug, so tight,
And then they all went to the pub, what a night!

Who's patrolling here? Ove and Jens, my dear.
Who's arresting more? Ove and Jens, for sure.
Who's confiscating most? Ove and Jens, almost.
Who's spying over there? Ove and Jens, the pair.

Who's patrolling here? Ove and Jens, my dear.
Who's pacifying more? Ove and Jens, at your door.
The last ones you'll see? Ove and Jens, trust me.
Enforcing the law, drinking beers, no flaw.

At the station, the tone was hard and rough,
They cursed at each other, 'cause it was all hardcore, enough.
But foul language causes discomfort and unease,
And sometimes even resulted in a sick day, please.

Ove was clever, he made a suggestion so grand,
Said: "Danish pastries, that's what we demand!"
Nothing removes a sick work culture, it's a fact,
Like a chocolate triangle with thick icing, a sweet act.

But when it came to staff welfare, it's a pity,
Management didn't have a red shrimp, not even a bitty.
Jens was clever, he made a suggestion so bright,
"We can sell stuff on DBA, day and night!"

In the basement, there were lots of stolen goods, galore,
Confiscated weapons and 100 kilos of hash, and more.
Within an hour, the sale was arranged, so neat,
Now there were Danish pastries for the entire force, a sweet treat!