Based on Norway 1972
Grethe Kausland and Benny Borg — Småting
We’d been together a year or so.
But I’m a slut.
I just can’t see men in the street
Without dropping down to my knees.
One day I happened to come back and hear
Rapturous moaning,
With men queuing up holding beers.
So, I sat down on a chair.
Cucking, cucking,
Observing from the…
Cucking, cucking,
Chair in the corner.
Cucking, cucking,
Keeping the flame alive.
Cucking, cucking,
Servicing boners…
Cucking, cucking,
Muff for a krone.
Cucking, cucking,
Keeping the flame alive.
One night we hit the town to snare a handsome chap,
Who we badgered to come back to our abode.
We stripped off all his threads and threw him on the bed.
Time to grab the chair and just sit and stare!
Oh! Cucking, cucking.
Public poonany.
Cucking, cucking.
Penchant for bukkake.
Cucking, cucking.
Keeping our love’s flame alive.
We’d left the door ajar to let the air flow in.
And our pastor walked right through to our bedroom.
He gasped at our shag-fest, he grasped hard at his chest.
Dropping to the floor, then he was no more!
Oh cucking, cucking,
What a disaster!
Fucking, fucking
Murdered the pastor.
Cucking…
Now locked away for life.
Now locked away for life... now locked away for life…
Cucking, cucking, cucking, cucking.