A true story about a beetle falling in love with a Mercedes Benz :-). Picture is my daughter Marthe wearing her grandfathers glasses (no...wait.. it's Elton John).
Words & music: Jostein Urnes
Guitars/backing vocals: Jostein Urnes
Lead vocals/piano: Paul Ingeberg
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fiogf49gjkf0d She came to me one morning, it was in the month of june. She smiled at me and said hallo. I smiled at her and nodded and couldn’t say a word, cause all I wanted to say was baby don’t leave please stay.
She asked me what do you do when you’re bored. I smiled and said I don’t know. Cause if you are free and wanna go somewhere. I would really like to come, and I would really like to give you some.
She is a pretty Mercedes - Benz, just a beetle am I. When she’s out riding she shines like the sun. I’m parked in the shadow of a wall.
She took me to a place just outside of town, and said please follow me. We drove into the woods and came to a place with a river so blue, a tree was carved Dodge and Ford is true.
She is a pretty Mercedes - Benz, just a beetle am I. When she’s out riding she shines like the sun. I’m parked in the shadow of a wall.
We parked down by the river , I said what now. She said be patient and you’ll see.
I felt her tyres close to mine and shivered just a bit, In her mirror I saw a glimpse of love and mabye something more.
She is a pretty Mercedes - Benz, just a beetle am I. When she’s out riding she shines like the sun. I’m parked in the shadow of a wall.
She is a pretty Mercedes - Benz, just a beetle am I. When she’s out riding she shines like the sun. I’m parked in the shadow of a wall.
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