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Det Kan Ikkje Være Helsikt

Det var lørdagskveld, det var selskap og mange som va inviterte, inviterte
Någe som heide taco blei me serverte, serverte
Det va någen skjell du sgo stappa oppi allslags ingredienser, ingrediensa
Og med ei gong du begynte å eda så gjekk skjellet i tusen beda, tusen beda
Det havna på tallerken
Stusta tollet eg he ede

Her en dag eg var ude me jobben på konferanse, konferanse
Var på resturant, ed så mye du kan for bare 50 krone, ja, 50 krone
Det var bønna, mais og løk i någen løgne skåle, og det var tortilla, tortilla
Spør du meg såg det ut og smakte akkurat som ei torre filla, torre filla
Det var alt for sterke saus, det svidde og det brant
Nei, aldri meir på tex-mex-resturant, åh

Det kan ikkje væra helsikt å eda sånnen mad
Du ødelegge tarma, å alt som hette smak
Eg vil ikkje ha någe spagetti
Eg vil ikkje ha någe jækla ris
Nei, gje meg nypoteta
Og te dessert sga det vær flødeis

Eg smakte någe di kalte for kebab, men det va ikkje någe godt, nei, va ikkje någe godt
Magen begynte å romla, eg låg å gorpa og feis te langt på nott
Det va lag på lag me någe slyngse og salat og det var kvidløksdressing - alt for mye
Det draub ner på jakken og det rant nerøve ermet, og det tøyd udøve, tøyd udøve
Eg gabte alt eg konne og tok meg et jafs
Du sgo kjent den smaken, å fy for någe graps!

Så gjekk turen te ei pølsebu - sgo ha ei vanlige pulsa, heilt vanlige pulsa
Du kan tru eg skvatt då eg oppdagte at det va någe hakkanes gale, spinn hakkanes galet
Di hadde klint ho inn me någe di kalte for "Kili-ketsjup", ja, "Kili-ketsjup"
Di hadde klint ho inn me någe di kalte for "Kili-ketsjup", "Kili-ketsjup"
Det va ikkje vanlige ketsjup,
Det va någe sterkt svineri i frå utlandet
Åh, "Kili-ketsjup", aldri meir

Det kan ikkje væra helsikt å eda sånnen mad
Du ødelegge tarma, å alt som hette smak
Eg vil ikkje ha någe spagetti
Eg vil ikkje ha någe jækla ris
Nei, gje meg nypoteta
Og te dessert sga det vær flødeis
Te dessert sga det vær flødeis
Te dessert

Eg vil ikkje ha någe spagetti
Eg vil ikkje ha någe jækla ris
Nei, gje meg nypoteta
Og te dessert sga det vær flødeis
Te dessert sga det vær flødeis
Te dessert sga det vær flødeis

This Can't Be Healthy

It was Saturday night, a party with many invited, invited
We were served something called tacos, served
There were these shells you had to stuff with all sorts of ingredients, ingredients
And as soon as you started eating, the shell broke into a thousand pieces, a thousand pieces
It ended up on the plate
I'm not sure what I actually ate

The other day I was out with work at a conference, conference
We were at a restaurant, eat as much as you can for only 50 kroner, yeah, 50 kroner
There were beans, corn and onions in some big bowls, and there were tortillas, tortillas
If you ask me, it looked and tasted just like a dry rag, dry rag
The sauce was way too spicy, it burned and it stung
No, never again at a Tex-Mex restaurant, oh

This can't be healthy to eat such food
You destroy your gut, and all sense of taste
I don't want any spaghetti
I don't want any damn rice
No, give me new potatoes
And for dessert, it should be ice cream

I tasted something you called kebab, but it wasn't good at all, no, wasn't good at all
My stomach started rumbling, I lay groaning and farting until late at night
There were layers upon layers of some slimy stuff and lettuce, and there was garlic dressing - way too much
It dripped down on my jacket and it ran down my sleeve, and it stretched out, stretched out
I opened my mouth as wide as I could and took a bite
You should have tasted it, oh what a mess!

Then I went to a hot dog stand - wanted a regular hot dog, a completely regular hot dog
You can imagine I jumped when I discovered that something was completely wrong, completely wrong
They had smeared it with something they called "Chili-ketchup", yeah, "Chili-ketchup"
They had smeared it with something they called "Chili-ketchup", "Chili-ketchup"
It wasn't regular ketchup,
It was some spicy crap from abroad
Oh, "Chili-ketchup", never again

This can't be healthy to eat such food
You destroy your gut, and all sense of taste
I don't want any spaghetti
I don't want any damn rice
No, give me new potatoes
And for dessert, it should be ice cream
For dessert, it should be ice cream
For dessert

I don't want any spaghetti
I don't want any damn rice
No, give me new potatoes
And for dessert, it should be ice cream
For dessert, it should be ice cream
For dessert, it should be ice cream