Tekstforfatter: Jacob Krogvold
Komponist: Henning Solvang

I am in need of a fully booted marching band to trample me until
I can feel the ground beneath me.
I’m in too deep in legs of love and arms outstretched. My pride it
hasn’t been hurt yet, well, not since 1998.

Met a man asked him for a toothpick he handed me his wooden leg
and if I want a bag of fries I get a happy meal
every time.
Cheese on it.

No want no greed, just luxury come raining down. I love you but I
got room service keeping me alive.
I’m built for speed, ivory and eiderdown. My bank account has not
been dry since 2005.

Heh, just the other day I met a girl and asked her for a matchstick,
she set fire to her head.
If I want a bag of fries I get a happy meal every time.
Cheese on it.

Cheese on my everything it’s all been grated
it’s been 17 years since I last was frustrated
every inch of my skin has been stimulated
how much more can I take in?

-Solo-

Met a man asked him for a toothpick got the other wooden leg
and if I want a bag of fries I get a Cordon Bleu
Cheese in it. Oh.
Met a girl, asked her for attention – well I asked her won’t you sit
with me for a while
and if I want her hand in mine … if I want her hand in mine …
She’s on it.