The cool Guy

Vers:		Sweety little Stone-Louis. 
		Lives at the home that she dislike
		The toilet is tagged and full of gossip 
		And mammy refuse to iron hard-core pants 
Bridge:		God what a trauma. The world goes down.
		Consuming hormones. Eak what a blunder.
 		Packing his bag, ignoring the passport 
		Helping an uncle to cross the highway.
Ref:		Lotta´s moving out from home
		Together with a hard-core-gang
		Lotta´s moving out from home
		To be able to find her self
Vers:		Traded her work-clothes to a fiddle 
		Just like she did at the elk-hunt last year.
		Become a vegetable hooligan.
		Barbecued the fast food store in town.
Bridge:		Afro American. The sun shines into
		The deer is jumping. Transvestitedity
		Packing his bag, ignoring the passport 
		Helping an uncle to cross the highway.
Ref:		Lotta´s moving out from home
		Together with a hard-core-gang
		Lotta´s moving out from home
		To be able to find her self