Over here in the tiny little Kingdom of the white Oranges, lost and lonely because our King and Queen are far away in Italy, visiting the Pope, football clinics and whatnot, we are just a teeny bit worried about the secret feeling of total absurdity that creeps under the hide of thee, American friends.
We therefor conceived a song to cheer you up. Again Ol’ Cole inspired me, but The Frank played his part of course. Consider me part of the ‘we’ in the song.
Weird feelings
We’ve got him under our skin
We’ve got the creep under our skin
He sneaked in there and it startles us
We’ve got him under our skin
We tried so not to give in
We said to ourselves, this never will go so well
But stupid enough the system doesn’t work so swell
We’ve got him under our skin
I’d sacrifice anything, come what might
For the sake of a world less absurd
In spite of a warning voice in the night
Saying ‘we will stay pooped by that turd
Don’t we know, silly fools, we never can win
It’s banality, but also reality’
But each time we do, just the thought of him
Makes us stop before we begin
Cause we’ve got him under our skin