Текст и перевод песни David Kramer - Boggom En Voertsek

Boggom En Voertsek

In 'n boesmanlandse dorpie, ry n vaal ou Pontiac
Voor sit ou Boggom, en agter sit Voertsek
Boggom dra blou jannasie en 'n tiervel om sy hoed
Op sy frokkie staan daar groot geskryf
Kentucky is vingerlek goed
Boggom bestuur die Pontiac, so lekker op sy gemak
Sy een poot op die stuurwiel, die anner poot oppie dak
Voertsek is opgewonde, hy sluk aan sy kannetjie wyn
Hy sê: " Boggom gee nog vet ou pel
Dat die naaldjie daar verdwyn - yeah"
Boggom en Voertsek, hulle ry daai Pontiac
Deur die Versveld vlaktes, dat die stoffies 'n daar so trek
Voertsek van der Merwe, ou Boggom Bobbejaan
Man hulle is legendes, oral waar hul gaan - hay
Daar in die Hantam wereld, by die Boegoebossie fees
Ou Boggom trap die petrol, hulle gons die dorpies deur
Hulle skree daar met die teerpad af, in die rigting van die Kaap
Ou Boggom is so ewe casual, hy bly net aan die gaap
Maar Voertsek se oë is piering groot, lyk nes 'n oupa uil
Hy sien nie vir Jakkals Bloubaadjie, wat daar agter die bossie skuil
En ou Jakkals sit hul agterna, die vet is in die vuur
En hy jaag hul daar van Garies, tot onder in Napier
Boggom en Voertsek, hulle ry daai Pontiac
Deur die Versveld vlaktes, dat die stoffies 'n daar so trek
Voertsek van der Merwe, ou Boggom Bobbejaan
Man hulle is legendes, oral waar hul gaan
Met die hulp van ou Varkie Vaalpens, het ou Jakkals vir hulle gevang
Hulle is ver van die Sandveld vlakte, en die Hantam berg se gang
Hulle sit daar agter in die police-van, ou Jakkals en Varkie voor
Hulle loer deur die tralies, met groot wit piering oë
Ja, die twee het daar gesit, in die tronk op Napier
Ou Voertsek vir drie maande, en ou Boggom somme vier
Ja, die twee van hul het saam gejol, waar die Hantam wereld strek
Ek hoor Boggom is nou lid van die dorpsraad
En Voertsek, ag hy's lankal vrek
Boggom en Voertsek, hulle ry daai Pontiac
Deur die Versveld vlaktes, dat die stoffies 'n daar so trek
Voertsek van der Merwe, ou Boggom Bobbejaan
O, hulle is legendes, oral waar hul gaan

Boggom and Voertsek

In a dusty Boesmanland town, a faded old Pontiac rides
Up front sits old Boggom, and in the back sits Voertsek
Boggom wears blue overalls and a leopard skin around his hat
On his jacket, it's written in big letters
Kentucky is finger lickin' good
Boggom drives the Pontiac, so relaxed and at ease
One foot on the steering wheel, the other foot on the roof
Voertsek is excited, he gulps down his little can of wine
He says: "Boggom, step on it, old pal
Make that needle disappear - yeah"
Boggom and Voertsek, they drive that Pontiac
Through the Versveld plains, kicking up dust as they go
Voertsek van der Merwe, old Boggom Baboon
Man, they are legends, wherever they go - hay
There in the Hantam world, at the Boegoebossie festival
Old Boggom hits the gas, they roar through the villages
They scream down the tar road, heading towards the Cape
Old Boggom is so casual, he just keeps on yawning
But Voertsek's eyes are wide as saucers, like an old owl
He doesn't see Jakkals Bloubaadjie, hiding behind the bush
And old Jakkals is after them, the fat is in the fire
He chases them from Garies, all the way down to Napier
Boggom and Voertsek, they drive that Pontiac
Through the Versveld plains, kicking up dust as they go
Voertsek van der Merwe, old Boggom Baboon
Man, they are legends, wherever they go
With the help of old Varkie Vaalpens, old Jakkals caught them
They are far from the Sandveld plains, and the Hantam mountain range
They sit in the back of the police van, old Jakkals and Varkie in front
They peek through the bars, with big white saucer eyes
Yes, the two sat there, in the jail at Napier
Old Voertsek for three months, and old Boggom for four
Yes, the two of them partied together, where the Hantam world stretches
I hear Boggom is now a member of the town council
And Voertsek, oh he's long dead
Boggom and Voertsek, they drive that Pontiac
Through the Versveld plains, kicking up dust as they go
Voertsek van der Merwe, old Boggom Baboon
Oh, they are legends, wherever they go