Paroles et traduction Anton Goosen - Rabbedoe

Rabbedoe

Rabbedoe, Rabbedoe
'N Man is nie 'n klip nie
Rabbedoe, Rabbedoe
Die "yuppies" dans na jou toe
Rabbedoe, Rabbedoe
Kan 'n man dan nie, kan 'n man dan nie, bietjie-bietjie liefkry nie?
Kan 'n man dan nie, kan 'n man dan nie, bietjie-bietjie liefkry nie?
Sien jy die lyfie, die sexy denim lyfie?
Sien jy hoe dans sy daar waar sy die "beat" kan hoor?
Want sy's die kring se koninging, wat lamme na die slagting bring
En al die "yuppies" noem haar "hartlam" in haar oor
Sien jy die bene, die lang skraal denim bene?
Sien jy hul almal staan, met asems weggeslaan?
Die Mona Lisa "manne-teazer", Cleopatra terg vir Ceasar
En almal kan haar lyf se taal verstaan
Rabbedoe, Rabbedoe
'N Man is nie 'n klip nie
Rabbedoe, Rabbedoe
Die "yuppies" dans na jou toe
Rabbedoe, Rabbedoe
Kan 'n man dan nie, kan 'n man dan nie, bietjie-bietjie liefkry nie?
Kan 'n man dan nie, kan 'n man dan nie, bietjie-bietjie liefkry nie?
Sien jy die "yuppies", dis die pappies met die stappies?
Hul duitse ossewaens is voor die deur parkeer
Sy maak hul lam, sy terg hul tam, emosies word erg aangeklam
Maar sy kan hierdie ding van kleins af uitsorteer
Sien jy hoe fluister hul "Mauritius klink "delicious"?
Maar die motiewe van die "yuppies" klink "suspicious" en vaag
Hulle wil vir haar op "apro" hê, maar sy wil net vir almal sê
Hul score by haar net vreemde "lipstick" op die kraag
Rabbedoe, Rabbedoe
'N Man is nie 'n klip nie
Rabbedoe, Rabbedoe
Die "yuppies" dans na jou toe
Rabbedoe, Rabbedoe
Kan 'n man dan nie, kan 'n man dan nie, bietjie-bietjie liefkry nie?
Kan 'n man dan nie, kan 'n man dan nie, bietjie-bietjie liefkry nie?
Rabbedoe, Rabbedoe
'N Man is nie 'n klip nie
Rabbedoe, Rabbedoe
Die "yuppies" dans na jou toe
Rabbedoe, Rabbedoe
Kan 'n man dan nie, kan 'n man dan nie, bietjie-bietjie liefkry nie?
Kan 'n man dan nie, kan 'n man dan nie, bietjie-bietjie liefkry nie?

Siren

Siren, Siren
A man is not a stone
Siren, Siren
The "yuppies" are dancing at you
Siren, Siren
Can't a man, can't a man love a little bit?
Can't a man, can't a man love a little bit?
Do you see the body, the sexy denim body?
Do you see how she dances where she can hear the "beat"?
Because she's the queen of the circle, leading lambs to the slaughter
And all the "yuppies" call her "sweetheart" in her ear
Do you see the legs, the long, lean denim legs?
Do you see them all standing there, with their breath taken away?
The Mona Lisa "man-teaser", Cleopatra teasing Caesar
And everyone can understand the language of her body
Siren, Siren
A man is not a stone
Siren, Siren
The "yuppies" are dancing at you
Siren, Siren
Can't a man, can't a man love a little bit?
Can't a man, can't a man love a little bit?
Do you see the "yuppies", the little daddies with the little steps?
Their German ox-carts are parked in front of the door
She makes them weak, she teases them, emotions are severely dampened
But she can handle this thing from a young age
Do you hear how they whisper "Mauritius sounds delicious
But the motives of the "yuppies" sound "suspicious" and vague
They want to have her on "afro", but she just wants to tell everyone
Their score with her is just strange "lipstick" on the collar
Siren, Siren
A man is not a stone
Siren, Siren
The "yuppies" dancing at you
Siren, Siren
Can't a man, can't a man love a little bit?
Can't a man, can't a man love a little bit?
Siren, Siren
A man is not a stone
Siren, Siren
The "yuppies" are dancing at you
Siren, Siren
Can't a man, can't a man love a little bit?
Can't a man, can't a man love a little bit?