Hekke Van Paradise
I'm driving through this facebrick town
My radio is 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 the gold cufflinks
It looks quite clean, but the armpits stink
En ek vra jou mos nice
Ek sê hoekom, blaf daai honde by die hekke van paradise
Got a twin-carb vee-eight in this jammy that I drive
Ah you can take me for a dice, ah 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 tickybox
Ja, she's got the cutest little pair of legs
She shaves them clean ah 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
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
Ek sê hoekom blaf daai honde by die hekke van paradise
Ek sê hoekom blaf daai honne ook
My radio is 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 the gold cufflinks
It looks quite clean, but the armpits stink
En ek vra jou mos nice
Ek sê hoekom, blaf daai honde by die hekke van paradise
Got a twin-carb vee-eight in this jammy that I drive
Ah you can take me for a dice, ah 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 tickybox
Ja, she's got the cutest little pair of legs
She shaves them clean ah 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
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
Ek sê hoekom blaf daai honde by die hekke van paradise
Ek sê hoekom blaf daai honne ook
Credits
Writer(s): David Kramer
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2025 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.