Rucka Rucka Ali - Don't Worry About Norway (parody of "Don't Worry" by Madcon) lyrics
[Rucka Rucka Ali - Don't Worry About Norway parody of "Don't Worry" by Madcon lyrics]
Don't worry 'bout Norway
Don't worry 'bout Norway
Don't worry 'bout Norway
They don't have any rights
Don't worry 'bout Norway
Don't worry 'bout Norway
Don't worry 'bout Norway
The land of apes and gingers
Living in the past vikings always ate shit
And took it in the ass
They don't go into war much
'Cause they would never wing
The Germans fuck 'em with eyes closed
Pretending they're Sweden
Big bright green lights
Their gods are cumming it's always night
If you know what I mean they fuck their cows
Welcome to Oslo yeah, welcome to Oslo
Yeah, welcome to Oslo
Ooh, they ride fucking bites
Don't worry 'bout Norway
Don't worry 'bout Norway
Don't worry 'bout Norway
Nobody really likes 'em
Don't worry 'bout Norway
Don't worry 'bout Norway
Don't worry 'bout Norway
Ooh, we can take their stuff
There's nothing they could say
Don't worry 'bout Norway
Don't worry 'bout Norway
Norways are the richest from oil and brunost
Which side of World War I were they on?
Whichever one lost
They won't lock you up forever
Or put you behind bars
They put you in a beach house
With bitches and a car
They like sheep's head with some licorice
They're like half white
With fucking jaundice
If you're poor and brown
You could come to Oslo yeah, come on to Oslo
Would you likes butters?
Ooh, we can fuck their lives
Don't worry 'bout Norway
Don't worry 'bout Norway
Don't worry 'bout Norway
They all are really nice
Don't worry 'bout Norway
Don't worry 'bout Norway
Don't worry 'bout Norway
Ooh, we can take their wives
Don't worry 'bout Norway
Don't worry 'bout Norway
Don't worry 'bout Norway
Yeah, they have few clocks
They probably invented goulash
They food out of a soup box
They let you in if you look like Tupac
Yeah, yeah, never heard of Akerbp
Turks go to Bergen and serve 'em a curry
Men live at home till
They're older than thirty
Nobody works and the girls are dirty
We made them free and we gave them a BK
Now they smoke weed on weekdays
They're lazy and they can't read
And they add little dots to
The letters we gave 'em
Shit, they all live in apartments
Their moms got 'em when they were seven
Such an expensive place
Let's bomb 'em and take
Their salmon and cakes, mmh mmh
Ooh, they can't really fight
Don't worry 'bout Norway
Don't worry 'bout Norway
Don't worry 'bout Norway
They don't have any rights
Don't worry 'bout Norway
Don't worry 'bout Norway
Don't worry 'bout Norway
Don't worry 'bout Norway
Don't worry 'bout Norway
Don't worry 'bout Norway come on, uh
Ooh, we can blow them up
Don't worry 'bout Norway
Don't worry 'bout Norway
Don't worry 'bout Norway
They're all really white
Don't worry 'bout