[Verse 1: Movits!]
Sunshine on my girl, just thrown the key off the bridge
Umbrella in my hand in case it's raining monsoon
The piggy bank has been crushed, won't be no beautiful million
But the platinum plaque is on the wall if you want a picture
Eating chicken from the bone on the side of Callaloo
Mix up some lemonade when life gives you lemons
Subway to the city (centre), just jump the next station
Because it'll be time to fucking glide if you tire of the shoe
Ey, midnight sun, the sky is painted in pineapple juice
Boys dressed in Canada Goose, left the car you could probably live
Look, there won't be any Maybach, cheer through PayPal
Pop drop-top in sunshine it is A-caps
Way, way, way, way, way, way back
Spraying on the train platform to some shitty soundtrack
But no nostalgia or take it back
Because memories are like the fish, painted in 24 carat
[Bridge: Tjuvjakt]
Across the same street, street, street
Blowing like Chicago-cago, ey
Same since we were small, were two, were so
Be a bit like Skarsgård
Of course there will be chafes
[Chorus]
Now it's bubbling like soda water, soda water (ooh)
Soda water, soda water, ey
Forgot what we said, but it sounded like real shit
Forgot what we said (But it sounded like real shit)
Memories like on photo paper, photo paper (ooh)
Soda water, soda water, ey
Forgot what we said, but it sounded like real shit
Forgot what we said (But it sounded like real shit)
[Verse 2: Tjuvjakt (Arvid Lundquist)]
Because now it's bubbling like soda water, soda water
Rise and shine, lingonberry soup time to make some coffee
Eating a madeleine and looking back
We occupied the whole street when we did the night
Cool kitty, bought a T-shirt in ICA for 29:901
Caused scenes on scenes, that was cinema for real
And now we own the city, used to own toys
Scream masks with blood, they are shining stars in the ceiling
Don't want to be nostalgic, but I'm thinking back
Used to fight with myself, but I let my guard down
It was hard decisions, now it's easier options
Gin & Tonic, nothing strange, down it straight
Then we sing like Loa Falkman, Loa Falkman
When we 'ooar' the whole night2 and believe we can do anything
Everything could happen with a feeling made in the Balkans
Reminiscing on hockey powder3 and candy necklaces, yeah
[Chorus]
Now it's bubbling like soda water, soda water (ooh)
Soda water, soda water, ey
Forgot what we said, but it sounded like real shit
Forgot what we said (But it sounded like real shit)
Memories like on photo paper, photo paper (ooh)
Soda water, soda water, ey
Forgot what we said, but it sounded like real shit
Forgot what we said (But it sounded like real shit)
[Verse 3: Tjuvjakt (Jesper Swärd)]
And suddenly we have grown past the point only we understood
So much on my shoulders, nights on the bed of nails
Lodging(?) with a brie sandwich, we celebrate and thank with expensive wine
And ugly strains on a nice carpet
So get the soda water, soda water
Put salt on the stain and let us dab it with toilet paper
But the stain was stubborn and the rug was worn out anyways
and besides, everything can be solved, so let us pour wine all over
[Bridge: Tjuvjakt]
Across the same street, street, street
Blowing like Chicago-cago, ey
Same since we were small, were two, were so
Be a bit like Skarsgård
Of course there will be chafes
[Chorus]
Now it's bubbling like soda water, soda water (ooh)
Soda water, soda water, ey
Forgot what we said, but it sounded like real shit
Forgot what we said (But it sounded like real shit)
Memories like on photo paper, photo paper (ooh)
Soda water, soda water, ey
Forgot what we said, but it sounded like real shit
Forgot what we said (But it sounded like real shit)
[Outro]
(Ooh, ooh)
(But it sounded like real shit)
(Ooh, ooh)
(But it sounded like real shit)
1. ICA is a Swedish supermarket, 29:90 is around 3 euro, give or take. Fairly cheap for a T-shirt2. Reference to a song by the Swedish band "Attack" called "Ooa hela natter", roughly translating into 'Say "oo" the whole night"'3. Salty liquorice candy powder, contained in a round black box suppose to look like a hockey puck.