You talk to me for hours and I don't listen for hours In my thoughts I'm not here at all I had another rendez-vous No, it's called déja-vu doesn't matter, you're getting on my nerves! And that's why I'm not listening to you I look at you and most of the time I think:
What I'd do to be in Sweden right now because every Swedish man laughs and sings and dances around non-stop in 40 °C (104 F) and sunshine
Sweden is the most beautiful country in the world, there, where palm trees grow on the beach that's where I want to go for a walk now because my Sweden looks good to me
In Sweden, the clocks tick differently and I think the reason for that is that over there mangos and flowers grow, beauty and vitamines
every two or three years, there's a threat of famine in Sweden I like to give, mostly rice do I get the Nobel prize now?
Ah, Sweden, I cry, Sweden, old friend! In you is where I feel good with dancing, singing and alcohol you are not closed in at all
Ah, Sweden, come and give me your hand oh, you enviable land! where I once invented punk You are so different, so relaxed
You talk a lot, you are indignant you scold, you scream, you cried words fade away, unheard 'cause I've got Sweden on my mind
Ah, Sweden old hut, old horse! why didn't you multiply so the whole world would know that having two Swedens is okay
Why can't every country be like Sweden? So cheerful and carefree a country, where you love to go to you come in twos and leave alone
ah, Sweden, come and give me your hand you are so terribly interesting a goddamn feel good country on every corner of the street stands an elephant
Sweden! Jag älskar Sverige! (I love Sweden)