Per, you're a trouble maker and a liar too,
The stories you're telling me can't be true.
You've been riding a goat, you tell me, all over the mountain,
You've been teased by the green clad
One in the Hall of the Mountain King.
Well, I ain't no liar
Every word is true
And there's more to the story, mother,
I ain't fooling you.
Listen!
Well, I've been through the desert, mother
I've learned my business in Morocco,
I've seen the Colossi of Memnon and the Sphinx, mother,
With my own eyes, in a madhouse in Cairo.
("Aldri red jeg slik en fole! Midt imod, der vi for fram,
Var det som der gnistred sole. Brune ørnerygge svam.
Som i dans; - de sang, de svang seg i ring for syn og øre!")
I just want you to know
Close your eyes and we'll go
To the castle west of the moon,
The castle east of the sun.
Oh, sweet mother, can you see?
You're eyes are wet now, believe me.
Old Saint Peter is calling you in,
Let the party begin.
Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, Per, you're a heart-breaker, but you don't fool me.
I might be dying but still my mind is clear.
I'm getting weaker now, but I can tell
Your lying and cheating will send you right down to hell.
Well, I ain't no cheater... no, no
Every word is true
There's even more to the story, mother,
Let me tell you.
Now shut up and listen!
I run the world with three love-hungry women
I shot an underground preacher in his head
The skinny one told me I did not belong in hell, mother
I tell you no lies, that's what she said!
And I just want you to know
Close your eyes and we'll go
To the castle west of the moon
The castle east of the sun.
Oh, sweet mother, can you see?
You're eyes are closed now, believe me.
Old Saint Peter has just called you in,
May the party begin.
Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah