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Martin Schanche is the coolest man in Norway!
The way he races his car could make a grown man cry!
His nerves are made out of steel;
his middle name is power!
You see him coming in 90 mile's 'n hour

Go, Martin! Go, go, go!
Hello, Mr. Rock 'n roll!
May your engine never run out of fuel!
Hello, Mister Goddamn Cool!

Martin Schanche is nobody's cute little brother.
He wouldn't take a dime to beat up your old mother.
He's so tough; he even rides his own helicopter.
It crashed down,
but death just couldn't reach this motherfucker.

Go, Martin! Go, go, go!
Hello, Mr. Rock 'n roll!
May your engine never run out of fuel!
Hello, Mister Goddamn Cool!

When Martin Schanche races down at Lyngaas,
You won't see shit 'cause dust is all around his car
as he burns out to win again.
And when he wins you know what he will do:
Yes, he will show off like he always does by driving round
while sitting on the roof.

And everybody loves this man; everybody is his fan.
And nothing's gonna change that fact,
nothing's gonna take that away from us, baby!
Don't you see, he is never gonna die!
And if he does my hearth will crush
and sadness overwhelm my soul.
And never will I be the same again
'Cause everybody loves this man, everybody is his fan,
now don't you see!

Go Martin!
Go, Martin! Go, go, go!
Hello, Mr. Rock 'n roll!
May your engine never run out of fuel!
Hello, Mister Goddamn Cool!

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