Jack Parow? Daar's die man nou!
Party, party, party, party!
Hosh ja! Here maar ek's in my poes in.
Dude ek's moerefokken wasted.
Hello hoe lyk dit, ek en jy naked?

Kyk hier kyk hier
Fok jou, kom ons gaan koop 'n vokken dop gou
Kom baby score my die Witblitz
Sit terug, vat 'n fokken sluk van die Klipdrift.
Ah shut up you fuckin bastard
Don't fuck around with the drunken master
Kyk hier jy jou ma se poena
Don't want gehelp van my kopseer

Heppa!
Kyk jy na my, ek is in rapper!
Ons party nou mos nou lekker!

La-di da-di
Party, party, party, party!

[Chorus]
Doosdronk,
Stomp rond skop my hond
Poes jou in the mond
En val op die grond

Doosdronk,
God, waar is my hond?
Le in my kots en
Vrot in die tronk

Party, party, party, party, party, party, party
Party, party, party, party, party, party, party

Waar's die papsak?
Jissis ek's heeltemal fucked up

Score daai fokken dubbel poes my vrou en coke
Jis ek dig die liedjie
Kom ons gooi 'n bietjie breekdans
Kyk hie my piel doen so 'n beweging
Look at this

Ek soek 'n pis.
Gaan piss in die hoek
Oh fok, ek dink ek't gepis in my broek

Gee vir my 'n fokking ding, waar is die shooter
Los it!
Don't be a party pooper
Blaas die hooter

Ons se nou baie dankie, vir die drankie!
Wat sal ons doen sonder 'n drankie
Bokkies, boerewors en rugby?

Don't worry be happy happy.
Happy, happy, happy, happy

[Chorus]

Party, party, party, party, party, party, party
Party, party, party, party, party, party, party


Waar's die sleutels? Fok it ons
Ek weet nie, look in your pocket
Jy'd dit gehad
Fok jou!
God vrou ek poes daai bek van jou potblou

Fok jou! Hond
You vuil fokken hond!
Wie's jy? Niks! Jy's niks

Ag kom aan ouens losit, fokit, dropit
Kom ons sit nog 'n dop in

You fokken bitch!
Ooh vok

Dis de polisie, meneer staan weg van die meisie
Kyk weer jy's a fokken siesieman
Ag kak, fok of polisiekar!

[Chorus]

Help om di blanks in te vul of reg te maak


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Doos Dronk Lyrics as written by Anri Visser Anri Du Toit

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    Rough english translation: party party party party hos ja ho's yeah jirre maar ek's in my poes in Jesus, but I'm fucked dude hy's moere fokken wasted Dude, he is bloody fuckin wasted, hello hoe lyk it Hello, what's up ek en jy naked Me and you naked, kyk hier, kyk hier Look here, look here fok jou Fuck you kom ons koop n fokkin dop gou Come lets buy a fuckin drink quickly kom baby score my die witblits Come baby get me the witblits (a type of 99% alcohol) sit terug Sit back vat n fokkin sluk vannie klipdrift Take a fuckin sip of the brandy aah shut up jou fucking bastard Shut up you fuckin bastard don't fuck around with the drunken master Don't fuck around with the drunken master kyk hier jou ma se poena Look here, for your mothers' cunt don't want gehelp vir my kopseer I don't want help with my headache hepppa hoppla kyk hier mommie ek's n rapper Look here mom, I'm a rapper ons party nou hos, nou lekker We party now ho's, now nicely la di da di party party party party Doosdronk stomp rond skop my hond Completely drunk stomping around kicking my dog Poes jou innie mond en val oppie grond Smack you in the mouth and fall on the ground Doos dronk god waar is my hond? Completely drunk, God where is my dog? Le in my kots en vrot innie tronk Lying in my vomit and rotting in jail Party party party party etc Waar's die papsak? Where is the wine? Jassis ek's heeltemal fucked up Jesus I'm completely fucked up score daai fokken dubbel poes sny vrou en coke (?) Get that fucking double cunt mix it with coke wife jis ek dig die lietjie Jesus I dig this song Kom ons goei n bietjie breek dans Let us do a bit of break dance kyk hier my piel doen so n beweging - look at this! Look here, my penis does is moving like this - look at this! ek soek n pis I need a piss gaan pis in die hoek Go pee in the corner o fok ek dink ek't gepis in my broek O fuck, I think I peed in my pants gee my daai fokkin ding - waars die shooter? Give me that fucking thing, where is the shooter? los it Leave it don't be a party pooper don't be a party pooper blaas die hooter (toot toot) Blow the hooter (toot toot) Ons se nou baie dankie vir die drankie We say now thank you very much for the drink wat sal ons doen sonder n drankie What are we gonna do without a drink bokkies, boerewors en rugby Chicks, sausages and rugby Don't worry be happy happy happy happy happy Doosdronk stomp rond skop my hond Completely drunk stomping around kicking my dog Poes jou innie mond en val oppie grond Smack you in the mouth and fall on the ground Doos dronk god waar is my hond? Completely drunk, God where is my dog? Le in my kots en vrot innie tronk Lying in my vomit and rotting in jail party party party waars die sleutels? fok it Whare are the keys? Fuck it Ek weet nie - look in jou pocket I don't know look in your pocket Jy't did gehad You had it fok jou Fuck you god vrou ek poes daai bek van jou pot blou (?) Fuck women I'll smack that mouth of yours black and blue fok jou, hond. jou vuil fokkin hond. Fuck you dog, you dirty fucking dog Wie's jy? Niks! Jy's niks! Who are you? Nothing? You are nothing! Kom ons los it, fok it, drop it, Kom ons gaan sit nog n dop in.. Come let's leave it, fuck it, drop it, Come get another drink in Jou fokkin bitch (smack) You fuckin bitch (smack) Ek het gese I said... O fok Oh fuck "dis die polisie Its the police meneer staan weg van die meisie" Mister step away from the girl kyk vir jou nou - jy's n fokkin siesie man Look at you now, you are a fuckin sissy man ag kak fokofpolisiekar Ah bullshit, fuck off policecar Doosdronk stomp rond skop my hond Completely drunk stomping around kicking my dog Poes jou innie mond en val oppie grond Smack you in the mouth and fall on the ground Doos dronk god waar is my hond? Completely drunk, God where is my dog? Le in my kots en vrot innie tronk Lying in my vomit and rotting in jail waar die fok is ek? wat die fok gaan aan? Jy, jy- waar's die afterparty? Where the fuck am I? What the fuck is going on? You, you where is the afterparty? kyk hier, kyk hier - fok jou! Look here, look here - fuck you!
    Edvin76on April 10, 2010   Link
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    fun song
    Humanoidon June 17, 2012   Link

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