Have you seen my little mother
swabbing floors at an office?
Small, diligent, sweaty lady
Earns a small pay
Cold hands, stiff knees
Seeking healthcare from Stockholm's county
Then trips into the ward
Soon passing away
Yes, it is both a shame and pity
how life is thundering by
over the small and weak
They are to feel sorry for
Have you seen my little father?
What a funny body he has
Invalidity pension so nice and safe
Because of worn out back
No more nailing houses
Future does not look bright
But he can relax as he wishes
and also get drunk
Yes, it is both a shame and pity
how life is thundering by
over the small and weak
They are to feel sorry for
Sister of mine is this girl
Four children and unemployed
No longer young and wild
Forty years old and divorced
Pretty grumpy now
This former wife
Beauty, happiness, hope for love
That, she has given up
Yes, it is both a shame and pity
how life is thundering by
over the small and weak
They are to feel sorry for
And the one who looks so terrible
is my older brother Knut
Always complaining when we meet
about his prosthetic leg
Seems to be finished, brother Knut
Appears more and more alcoholic
There was much more energy
in Knut before
Yes, it is both a shame and pity
how life is thundering by
over the small and weak
They are to feel sorry for
But now look at little me
Difference is like night and day
Shiny shoes and casual style
Ten meter car
Stirring powder, completely discrete
In small, tidy packages
that are sold in secret
Makes me happy and fat
But, it is both a shame and pity
how life is thundering by
over the small and weak
They are to feel sorry for