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"Ironweaver recalls the songs of his childhood", or "How the fuck didn't 4chan discover this?"

edited 2012-07-24 19:13:34 in IJAM
if u do convins fashist akwaint hiz faec w pavment neway jus 2 b sur

So, I decided to try finding some popular songs back from the times when I was a kid and satisfy my nostalgia. The most popular genres back then were Balkan eurodance and turbofolk, so a high degree of kitschiness was certainly expected. Still, there were a few music videos that stood out in particular, most notably this one:



Its level kitsch is ridiculous to the point of being meme-worthy. A trippy, acid-addled video? Tracktops tucked in jeans and other wonders of 90s fashion?  Lousy attempts at rapping? Ridiculous dance moves? Objectification of women? Completely random shots of a bulldog? An insane level of catchiness? All check. The lyrics are the icing on a cake:



It was Saturday night, we were walking through town,
When we heard some music.
Like set loose from a chain, us two paratroopers
Came in and said "Boo!"


And there a very suburban bunch
Was staring right at us.
Just one babe caught our eye,
And we said it both at once:


Damn, let me have her, I saw her first.
Damn, let me have her, I wanna have some sex.
Damn, let me have her, I got all rusty.
Damn, let me have her, I'd so much like it.


Brother, friend, grant me one wish:
Bring her to me, to my bed tonight.
Brother, friend, any other can be yours,
But this one must belong to me.


Left and right, it suddenly got tight.
When everyone got high
A million of retards suddenly got wings
And everyone charged on the girl.


And, suddenly, from the dark, we could hear a pistol
Going "click, clack, clack".
That one babe caused a ruckus,
And all of us said at once:


Brother, friend, grant me one wish:
Bring her to me, to my bed tonight.
Brother, friend, any other can be yours,
But this one must belong to me.


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