Thomas Holm // Ikea

A song about Ikea. This is, what the world was waiting for! \°u°/
Thomas Holm's lyrics are always somewhat funny with a portion of (self)irony. I like ~
http://www.thomasholm.nu/



Lyrics:
Vi sku' en tur i IKEA
En fredag eftermiddag
I din fætters Toyota
For der var et par småting vi sku' ha'
Men allerede på vej derud
Begyndte det at gå galt
Og du blev lynhurtigt skide sur
Bare fordi jeg bad dig om at slappe lidt af

Vi sku bare ha' en klapstol
Et par skabe og en Billy reol
Og alting var fryd og gammen
Og vi var næsten lige flyttet sammen
Men der var ikke nogen parkeringsplads
Og der var udsolgt af de hvidvinsglas
Vi havde krydset af i kataloget
Og vi kommer aldrig i IKEA igen

Vi blev væk fra hinanden
For du sku' se dig lidt omkring
Efter duftlys, kopper og kander
Og alle mulige andre ligegyldige ting
Men du kom hurtigt tilbage
Med en pude der var helt ubeskrivelig grim
Og du så knap så fornøjet ud
Da jeg sagde: "Den kan du godt glemme alt om og få med hjem"

Vi sku' bare ha en klapstol
Et par skabe og en Billy reol
Og alting var fryd og gammen
Og vi var næsten lige flyttet sammen
Men der var udsolgt af de hvidvinsglas
Som vi sku' bruge til vores indflytterfest
Og der var ombygning i kantinen
Og vi kommer aldrig i IKEA igen

Men kæden den sprang først for alvor af
Da du ville op og se
På legetøj og børnemøbler et sted på første sal

Der var stille i bilen
På hele køreturen hjem
Og jeg tog mig en nat inde i stuen
På vores nyindkøbte gæsteseng

Vi sku' bare ha' en klapstol
Et par skabe og en Billy reol
Og alting var fryd og gammen
Men i IKEA ramlede alting sammen
For der var ikke nogen parkeringsplads
Og der var udsolgt af de hvidvinsglas
Du havde krydset af i kataloget
Og vi kommer aldrig i IKEA igen
Nej, vi kommer aldrig i IKEA igen


Translation:
We had a trip to IKEA
One Friday afternoon
In your cousin's Toyota
Because there were a few things we should have
But already on the way out there
It started to go wrong
And you were quickly damn mad
Just because I asked you to relax a little

We should just have a folding chair
A few lockers and a Billy bookcase
And everything was bliss
And we almost moved in together
But there was no parking
And they were sold out of the white wine glass
We had marked in the catalog
And we'll never come to IKEA again

We were away from each other
'Cause you should 'look around
After scented candles, cups and jugs
And all sorts of other unimportant things
But you came back quickly
With a pillow that was indescribable ugly
And you looked just as pleased
Then I said, "Forget it and get back home"

We should just have a folding chair
A few lockers and a Billy bookcase
And everything was bliss
And we almost moved in together
But there was no parking
And they were sold out of the white wine glass
We should use for our housewarming
And there was alteration in the canteen
And we'll never come to IKEA again

But the final straw was not until
You would up and look
After toys and children's furniture somewhere on the first floor

It was quiet in the car
On the whole car ride home
And I adjourned one night to the livingroom
On our newly purchased guest bed

We should just have a folding chair
A few lockers and a Billy bookcase
And everything was bliss
But at IKEA everything fell apart
Because there was no parking
And they were sold out of the white wine glass
You had marked in the catalog
And we'll never come to IKEA again
No, we'll never come to IKEA again