There's nothing better than to brave the cold with you
There are folks who emigrate to warm countries
But we have no cash in our cold hands
So we just go to your old folks in Zoutelande
And there we are sitting in the old beach house
What you're telling me keeps me level-headed and warm
I see the gray clouds over my head
I'm glad you're here, glad you're here
We sit here in the dilapidated beach house
It hasn't matter much to me anyway where we were
We get boozed up io your father's liquor
I'm glad you're here, glad you're here
There nothing nicer than crossing the country with you
To have you with me at gloomy spots
And to see that it's good, see that we're buoyant
And with vodka and kippers among the life buoys
And there we are sitting in the old beach house
What you're telling me keeps me level-headed and warm
I see the gray clouds over my head
I'm glad you're here, glad you're here
We sit here in the dilapidated beach house
It hasn't matter much to me anyway where we were
We get boozed up on your father's liquor
I'm glad you're here, glad you're here
I'm glad you're here
I'm glad you're here
I'm glad you're here
I'm glad you're here
And there we are sitting in the old beach house
What you're telling me keeps me level-headed and warm
I see the gray clouds over my head
I'm glad you're here, glad you're here
I'm glad you're here
I'm glad you're here
I'm glad you're here
We're sitting here in the dilapidated beach house
It hasn't matter much to me anyway where we were
We get boozed up on your father's liquor
I'm glad you're here, glad you're here
In Zoutelande
In Zoutelande