Holladio she said

Holladididia holladio

One, two, three, drink!

Trallala, trallalo

Everyone kisses their wife

And hits her ‘till she screams

Trallala, trallalo

Everyone kisses their wife to pass the time

I piss on your attitude, it’s news from yesterday

Don’t listen to your father, instead learn from your sisters

You think you know it all

With your ignorant ways you will stumble and fall

When I sit in the pub and I am slightly tipsy

At the table next to me a silly joke

There’s a grandpa with his grandkids

Young women enter the bar

The grandpa stares stupidly

He makes a dumb joke

Bad breath comes out of his mouth

I piss on your attitude

I piss on your attitude

I piss on your attitude

I piss on your attitude

In January, February, March and April

You can do everything you want with the girls

April, March, February, January,

We do not agree with this bullshit

A woman is not an object

And here we are in May

I hit you in the face

And call the police

June, July and August,

Apparently his lust increases

For us it’s only frustration

But I only wanted to smooch a little

October, November, December

The guy has a boner again

You want to go out and dance in the club

But again you get harassed

A guy rubs his dick against you

Ugh, it’s just fucking disgusting

I would like to scream “Stop it!”

But the words are stuck in my throat

You just don’t stop

One, two, three, drink!

Oh girl, you’ve already lost your innocence

And the guy who took it from you is in the army

And once you have said A you can just as well say B

Cause once you’ve had a good time

It will not hurt you anymore

I say A whenever I want and only B if I feek like it

If your balls are too heavy

And you think you can’t handle it anymore

Go and jerk off

No matter how drunk you are

And leave the women alone

If you want to satisfy someone legally

Then do it consentually, otherwise it’s fatal

And if you call me stupid cunt

Go fuck yourself

She walks the streets at night

And that asshole just cannot let it go

In his left hand his beer

And the right hand in his pants

Hey honey, where are you going?

Do you really think that this leads somewhere?

Hey are you deaf?

Why are you so hysterical?

Why are you wearing something like this?

No wonder that I stare

Don’t you wanna come with me for a drink in your pretty short dress?

Or we smoke some herbs and then I show you my dick?

Reflection often starts much later

Sometimes only when they become dads themselves

Then they start thinking about what could happen to their daughters

And start reflecting about their own behaviour in the past

All the dumb comments they made back then

And they don’t want their daughters to experience

And in spite of it all, they are too cowardly to admit to their past

and they continue with their macho lives

holladio she said

holladididia holladio

I piss on your attitude

I piss on your attitude

I piss on your attitude

I piss on your attitude