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Per, you're a trouble maker and a liar too,
the stories you're telling me can't be true.
You've been riding a boat you tell me,
all over the mountains,
you've been teased by the green-clad woman,
in the Hall of the Mountain King.

Well, I ain't no liar, every word is true,
and there's more to the story, mother
I ain't foolin' you. Listen!
Well, I've been through the desert, mother,
I've learned my business in Morocco,
I've seen the collossi of [...] of the Sphinx, mother,
with my own eyes, in a madhouse in Cairo.

("Aldri red jeg slik en fole!
Midt imod, der vi for fram,
var det som der gnistred sole.
Brune ørnerygge svam.
Som i dans; - de sang, de svang
seg i ring for syn og øre!")

I just want you to know,
close your eyes and we'll go
to the castle west of the moon
the castle east of the sun.
Oh, sweet mother, can you see
you're eyes are wet now, believe me.
Old Saint Peter is calling you in,
let the party begin.

Ooooh, yeeeeah, yeeeeah

Oh, Per, you're a heartbreaker,
but you don't fool me.
I might be dying but still my mind is clear.
I'm getting weaker now, but I can tell
your lying and cheating will send you
right down to hell.

Well, I ain't no cheater, every word is true,
there's even more to the story, mother,
let me tell you. Now shut up and listen!
I've [...] with three love-hungry women,
I shot an underground preacher in his head,
the skinny one told me I did not belong in hell, mother
(I tell you no lies)
That's what she said!

And I just want you to know,
close your eyes and we'll go
to the castle west of the moon
the castle east of the sun.
Oh, sweet mother, can you see
you're eyes are closed now, believe me.
Old Saint Peter has just called you in,
may the party begin.

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