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lirik lagu duiwel de wet – david kramer

duiwel de wet lyrics
let me tell you the story of duiwel de wet
an apprentice stoker on the sar
he lived in a room with a budgie and a rat
above the funeral parlour in the town of de aar

people call him ‘duiwel’ cause his hair was shocking red
the rat sat on his shoulder and the budgie on his head
now, duiwel de wet was tall and thin
with orange hair and pale white skin

it was often said that duiwel de wet
looked exactly like a filtеr cigarette
i’m afraid ou duiwel was a lonеly boy
and watching videos was his only joy

with his budgie and his rat and a fridge full of beer
a pile of videos to pass the time
his world was filled with guns and girls
life was exciting in the world of crime

so one quiet night in the town of de aar
duiwel fell asleep watching vcr
he dreamt a dream as he lay on his bed
that he starred in a video that was going through his head

yes, ja, was duiwel, in a brand new movie
where the cars were fast, the chicks were groovy
nothing was impossible, you must understand
cause duiwel walked around with a gun in his hand
he’d robbed a bank, had money and gold
bikini girl loved the jokes he told
he bought a porsche, a boat, a half*price suit
and escort ladies who thought he was cute

he had mirrors on his seat and satin sheets on his bed
his mind was reeling as this rolled through his head
he was having such a ball drinking lager and lime
life was exciting in the world of crime
life was exciting in the world of crime

then he awoke, and he started to scream
he was still in de aar, this was just a dream
it was quiet outside, all the cars had gone
just a sign on the bank flashed off and on

and he stared at the sign, and he stared at the stars
and he thought of his life and his job in de aar
and he thought to himself, “i know what i can do
it can’t be too hard to rob a bank or two”

but how will i do it? there’s no*one i can ask
i haven’t got a gun and i haven’t got a mask
but then he turned around and saw his trousers on the bed
he ripped one leg off and he pulled it on his head
and he made three holes for his mouth and his eyes
but he didn’t have a mirror to check out his disguise
because the turn*up of the trouser was on top of duiwel’s head
and where there should’ve been his foot, was orange hair instead

so, then he took some soap and a piece of wax candle
and he joined them together like a barrel and a handle
and he carved a trigger with a piece of razor blade
and some black boot polish that he thought really made

it looked like a gun, and he held it in his hand
and ou duiwel smiled, cause the gun felt grand
and he shouted out loud, “i’ll show them this time!
life is exciting in the world of crime”

so later that night he became obsessed
and he planned to rob a bank in beaufort west
but the only little problem was a getaway car
remember that he worked for the sar

so he planned his escape on a train in the karoo
that left beaufort west at twenty past two
and reached de aar a few hours later
then he’d hitch to the cape, and he’d jump aboard a freighter
and he’d sail away to a foreign clime
ag ja, life would be exciting in the world of clime
so there he stood thinking, mr duiwel de wet drinking
his dumpy from a six*pack of beers
he whistled for his budgie, he called for his rat
and off they went like the three musketeers
da*da*da*da*da*da*da*da*da*da!

so he started work as usual, stoking up the train
going through his plans and the details again
when he got to beaufort west, he put on his sports jacket
he hid the mask and the gun in a brown paper packet

then he strolled down the street to the bank in beaufort west
because at half past one exactly, he’s gonna put the plan to test
cause duiwel understood that his plan depended on timing
so there he stood waiting for the church bells chiming

at half past one exactly, as the clock began to chime
he took his first steps into the world of crime
as he brandished the gun, and demanded the money
the cashier just laughed and said, “ag duiwel, don’t be funny”
ou duiwel just stood there, he didn’t know what to do
she said, “i see your orange hair, man, so de wet, i know it’s you”

but then the rat jumped off his shoulder and ran up her dress
and the budgie flew into her hair, was trying to make a nest
the cashier began screaming, and was jumping all around
and her foot tripped on the b*tton, the alarm began to sound

she fainted as the manager ran out to see the sight
of a man with a gun, and in his panic and his fright
gave duiwel all the money, and went down upon his knees
“have pity on me, don’t shoot, but take anything you please!”

ou duiwel just laughed as he filled up his sack
he walked calmly out the bank, and without looking back
he pulled the mask off his head as he strolled to the station
and the train to de aar didn’t even keep him waiting

it was steaming at the station, it was right on time
and duiwel threw the sack on board, was just about to climb up
when the cashier came running, and her chest was heaving
she said, “ag duiwel, are you really leaving?”

“ja,” said duiwel, looking at her figure
“beyond de aar, there lies something bigger
but why don’t you come with me? join this time
i tell you, life is exciting in the world of crime”

so she stood there for a minute, looking up at him
with his bright orange hair and his lopsided grin
and she turned to the station, and she turned to the track
and she looked at the town, and then she looked back

and then she reached out her hand, and he pulled her on the train
and they steamed into the sunset, and were never seen again

just a postcard comes from time to time
it says, “life is exciting in the world of crime”

- david kramer

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