26 Décembre: dernière soirée…

Showtime, motherfucker, it’s on
Apocolypse now, I’m droppin’ this bomb
You can’t fuck with this song
I’ll stick to this spliff, I’m not klapping this bong
I’m a wild child, I don’t wanna go to bed
Oh, shit, sorry man, I’m stoned again
Ooh, now everythings getting so psychedelic
When I’m doos dronk then I forget all my fokken lyrics
Like um, uh, who gives a fuck?
Don’t worry ’bout it, just blow a kiss to me
I like danger, romance and mystery
I’m a lucky ducky, get mad shit for free
I rock more bling then Mr. T
I make it look easy ’cause it is to me
My daddy says it’s lekker fokken spif to see
A South African cherrie makin’ history

Baby’s on fire
She’s got me going fokken crazy soos a mal naaier
O jirre God se Jesus
Baby’s on fire

Hi-Tek, drop that four to the floor
I get real paid, what you think I do this for?
My bodyguard help me get to the bar
Neill Blomkamps makin’ me a movie star
A lot of bad boys wanna piece of me
If you’re a lucky boy I’ll let you sneak a peek
My Zef styles motherfuckin’ freaky-deek
I don’t got beef ’cause I don’t eat no meat
I’m on some other shit, yo, I know I speak unique
Fuck your whole shit up when I freak the beat
I love it when Kimmy talks sweet to me
C’mon, c’mon, Kimmy, Kimmy, speak to me
I take a trip down memory lane
Like yo, fuck fifteen seconds of fame
I’m a young blood comin’ up fresh in the game
Yo-Landi Vi$$er, motherfucker, ja remember the name

Baby’s on fire
She’s got me going fokken crazy soos a mal naaier
O jirre God se Jesus
Baby’s on fire

Aaah, freak out!
No need to get so deep
Nothin’ quite like a motherfuckin’ techno beat
A techno beat – a techno beat
A techno – a techno – a techno beat
Just say what’s up, don’t try to get so deep
You know me, maar ek ken jou nie
Ek ken jou nie – ek ken jou nie
Ek ken jou – ek ken jou – ek ken jou nie

Flame on, motherfuckers

Die Antwoord – Baby’s on fire