Jimmy he was fourteen Patrick he had reached fifteen
Kasper he was the youngest and really misunderstood
They started in school Patrick wanted a band
He knew half the song of our dear Swedish land
Kasper he became drummer and our Jimmy he played the base
Patrick wanted to sing but oh it mostly went wrong
They played for years but no, they didn't become skilled
But Patrick started thinking and then one day
He wrote down a little text one Sunday at seven
It took barely an hour with the text "I love you"
It was about girls and the attitude of rock
But Jimmy liked techno but he didn't really tell anyone
Kasper he was tricky he was special in all
He wanted to play beastie bóys he thought it was cool
Then they fired him and now it's just the two of 'em
Patrick he wrote songs and one day it will do
The band stopped playing a fine day
Then no one was really happy, no no one was really happy
The band stopped playing a fine day
'Cause they were no good, no they were no good
Rydberg came to the band it was meant to die already then
'Cause Rydberg he was a greaser and mean as a few
Jimmy was on the drums and not everything was synchronized
But then one day Samuel came and wanted to play base
Now they were four and everything started to go well
Now Patrick wrote fourhundred a day
They were four in the band now
Four is enough and not seven
Jimmy was a drummer and he played hard
Samuel on the base and he thought it was difficult
Rydberg on guitar oh god what a sound
Patrick with vocals he sang until he cried
Now let me tell you what happened before
Before the band would play their songs in boredom