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Sunday morning, at transport
Warping up with escort
Ill put my fist in front
Im alone but singing together
Even if I need to pull for hours
The will come off, those luggage shelves
Its a great sport
Ill make a mess of every train
Hooligan
I am a hooligan
To promote my draughts club, I kick everything to pieces
Hooligan
I am a hooligan
I test every bus for its springs, why doesnt that get any appreciation?
Its a beautiful ritual
As I tear a busstop to four pieces
You have to have a lot of talent
A busstop is rooted deep in the concrete
I called the queen
I wanted to get a ribbon(*1)
Because, before the first dam
I pay out my first punch
Hooligan
I am a hooligan
To promote my draughts club, I kick everything to pieces
Hooligan
I am a hooligan
Every day a heavy strife, doesnt anybody recognize my talent?
Hooligan
I am a hooligan
To promote my draughts club, I kick everything to pieces
Hooligan
I am a hooligan
First I punch, then theres the papers headline
Hooligan
I am a hooligan
I work my fingers to the bone, and then I get a sporting gym ban?
Hooligan
I am a hooligan
Even when Im alone, I keep kicking around for Our Draughts
(*1 The Queen of the Netherlands gives ribbons to people who do something special)