Jumps up on stage dressed in a chef's hat and bushy blond mustache (ala Swedish chef)
uf dah, bork bork bork. Dis is my version of a U2 song -
music begins....
My love she throws me like a swedish meatball
Ja ja ja, the Swedish thing
She won't catch me or break my fall
ja ja ja , the Swedish thing
Baby's got blue skies and reindeer up ahead
But in this I'm a snow cloud
You know she likes a dry kind of vodka
ja ja ja, the Swedish thing
We lost to Belarus
ja ja ja, we lost ya ya
wasn't the Swedish thing
I wanted to run but they made us cry
ja ja ja, the Swedish thing
Olympic flame, it turned me to straw
ja ja, the Swedish thing
You know I got black eyes
But they burn so brightly for her
Mine is a blind kind of love
Bork bork bork, the swedish thing
We losing to Belarus
ja ja ja, we lost to Belarus
Ain't the Swedish thing
bork bork bork, the Swedish thing
Oh oh, ya
Blue-eyed, blond haired boys losing to a brown-eyed, brown-haired boys
Ja ja ja, the Swedish thing
You can sew it up but you still see the tear
Bork Bork bork, the Swedish thing
Baby's got blue skies and reindeers up ahead
And in this I'm a snow cloud
You know we got a stormy kind of love
ja ja ja, the Swedish thing
ja ja, the Swedish thing
Bork bork bork, the Swedish thing
Bork bork bork, the Swedish thing
Wipes the tears from his eyes
*sigh* - I need some Vodka
