~ By Courtesy of Others ~
Beer Maids of
Valhalla
Beer Maids of Valhalla
MP3 (5,4 MB)
Oh you grim reaper, don´t come for me,
I´m off to the heavens with fine company
to a great hall with timbers that sparkle and shine,
with endless entertainment, good food, beer and wine!
I´m off with my girlfriends dressed golden and steel,
we´ll fly down to battles – I love how it feels,
to a field full of slaughter, we´ll plunder and pick,
all that death and destruction, I won´t even get sick.
And when we´ll come back, we´ll be high as can be,
with a whole herd of Vikings; well how can this be?
´Cause we are the Valkyries, goddesses of the skies,
and if you wanna be my boyfriend, then you´ve got to die!
Chorus:
We´re soaring high, you can hear us cry:
Beer Maids of Valhalla, Beer Maids of Valhalla,
Beer Maids of Valhalla, Yo-hoo!
To be a Beer Maid in Valhalla, ah, that would be swell,
lots of eating, lots of drinking, bits of pants off, ah hell,
all those big guys with muscles and necks really thick,
but the best part about it, they´re the one we hand-pick.
All those warriors with muscles that ripple when they drink,
great kings and princes - they don´t have think,
we don´t choose for valor like you have been told
we just choose the cute ones that have lots of gold.
Chorus:
We´re soaring high, you can hear us cry:
Beer Maids of Valhalla, Beer Maids of Valhalla,
Beer Maids of Valhalla, Yo-hoo!
Now we never get tired, we play and we drink,
we drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink;
sometimes we wrestle and ripp off our clothes,
I pull on your hair and your bloody mad nose.
We play games like stickball and run through the halls,
we knock people over and get kicked in the - ,
brocken haunch, broken shoulder, broken legs, broken heads,
broken ears, broken toes, but it doesnt matter, we´re dead!
Chorus:
We´re soaring high, you can hear us cry:
Beer Maids of Valhalla, Beer Maids of Valhalla,
Beer Maids of Valhalla, Yo-hoo!
Now my best guy is Thor, and he´s really big,
he drinks like a fish and he eats like a pig,
when he belches the timbers all tremble and shake,
and when he has gas, it´s like an earthquake!
Chorus:
We´re soaring high, you can hear us cry:
Beer Maids of Valhalla, Beer Maids of Valhalla,
Beer Maids of Valhalla, Yo-hoo!
Now don´t tell me about heaven and the afterlife,
no harpist on the clouds, no savior´s wife,
won´t bow down to Buddha, Vishnu or Allah,
I´ve got my salvation, I´m a beer maid in Valhalla!
Chorus:
We´re soaring high, you can hear us cry:
Beer Maids of Valhalla, Beer Maids of Valhalla,
Beer Maids of Valhalla, Yo-hoo!
© Kathi McKenzie (lyrics,
performance, soundfile). All rights reserved.
The Pilots of Tiger Bay