Hekke Van Paradise

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