Lyrics

I'm driving through this face brick town And my radio's up, but the window is down I'm listening to the late Jim Reeves In my nylon jersey with the raglan sleeves Oh 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 gold cufflinks It looks quite clean but the armpits stink En ek vra jou mos, ek vra jou mos Ek vra jou mos so nice Ek sê hoekom, blaf daai honde By die hekke van paradise Got a twin carb V8 in this jammy that I drive You can take me for a dice Ag you, 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 tikkie-box Ja she's got the cutest little pair of legs She shaves them clean 'til 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 En ek vra jou mos, ek vra jou mos Ek vra jou mos so nice Ek sê hoekom, blaf daai honde By die hekke van paradise 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 En ek vra jou mos, ek vra jou mos Ek vra jou mos so nice Ek sê hoekom, blaf daai honde By die hekke van paradise Oh hoekom blaf daai honde By die hekke van paradise Oh hoekom blaf daai honde