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
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