Woorde van Hekke van Paradise - David Kramer

I’m driving through this facebrick town My radio up, but the window is down I’m listening to the late Jim Reeves In my nylon jersey with the raglan sleeves This town, this town is like a, like a two cent piece It’s got a coat of arms, it’s got a wildebeest Like a clean white shirt with a gold cufflink It looks quite clean, but the armpits stink KOOR: En ek vra jou mos (3 x) nice Ek sê hoekom, blaf daai honde by die hekke van paradise Got a twin-carb vee-eight in this jammy that I drive You can take me for a dice, I bet you won’t survive Well I need new tyres and I need new shocks And I need to phone my bokkie Gonna phone her from a tickybox Ja, she’s got the cutest little pair of legs She shaves them clean till they look like ostrich eggs And at night, at night she takes her teddy bears to bed But I wonder why she paints her toenails red KOOR (1 x) Ja, this is where I spent my teens It's a dirty little town that the council cleans got orange lights Oh, they prick the dark and the streets are wide There’s always room to park KOOR (1 x) Ek sê hoekom blaf daai honde by die hekke van paradise (2 x) Ek sê hoekom blaf daai honne ook