Let me be your father X-mas
Parce que c'est l'époque:
Let me be your father Christmas est extraite du film norvégien Get ready to be Boyzvoiced, un documenteur/parodie sur le faux boys band Boyzvoice. En clair du grand n'importe quoi mais du n'importe quoi signé Espen Eckbo, l'humoriste norvégien que je préfère, et de loin.
Let me be your father X-mas sera resté en tête des ventes un bon moment en 99/2000, le côté parodique de la chanson et même du groupe ayant échappé à beaucoup de -jeunes- adolescentes, ce qui n'était qu'une bonne blague a tourné au petit phénomène.
Enfin pour ceux qui parlent anglais voici les paroles :
Do you remember the time
When you realized
Father Christmas was just a lie ?
How could it be true
They've been lying to you ?
And you just wanted to die.
And ever since that crusial day
Your Christmas-feeling has gone away
But don't be sad (hoo hoo),
Have no fear (hoo hoo)
I'll take you into Christmas-mood this year.
Let me be your Father Christmas tonight (tonight)
Klippety-klopp
Ding-dong (ding-dong marrily on high)
Feels all right.
Let's make love behind the Christmas-tree
Where nobody sees us
Hooray, hooray It's the birthday of Jesus.
I will bring you presents
I will give you hugs
You can serve me porridge, you can serve me gløgg
And I promise you that stars will shine
When Father Christmas takes you from behind.
Let me be your Father Christmas tonight (tonight)
Klippety-klopp
Ding-dong (ding-dong marrily on high)
Feels all right.
Let's make love behind the Christmas-tree
Where nobody sees us
Hooray, hooray It's the birthday of Jesus.
Jingle jingle ho ho
Father Christmas says hello
You know what I'd like girl
I'd like to boom you into my sack
And bring you on to my sledge
Fly you all the way to the North-pole
Yeah !
We can build us selves a huge igloo
Where we can make love
And raise kids
Ah ah !
Small Christmas children
Dressed in red
We'll have a merry, merry Christmas
The whole year through
Yeah !
Let me be your Father Christmas tonight (tonight)
Klippety-klopp
Ding-dong (ding-dong marrily on high)
It feels all right.
Let's make love behind the Christmas-tree
Where nobody sees us
Hooray, hooray It's the birthday of Jesus.
Hooray, hooray It's the birthday of Jesus.