Song title: Bomerang
Music by: Majo
Lyrics by: Majo
Performed by: Majo
(please note that at the request of the organisers the original song was withdrawn as it had appeared in a previous contest and has been replaced with a new song as of 22 Oct)
The public will have the opportunity to contribute towards the final vote between 7-14 November. In the meantime you can listen to the song here ⬇️ (and all the other entries on their own individual pages ⬆️ )
Majo as a songwriter started back in 2005. I built my own studio and has since developed it over 20 years. Have played in various bands such as dance bands, rock bands etc. Today I write all different kinds of music. Rock, pop, disco, dance music, hip hop, yes pretty much everything so as not get stuck in any one music genre. Trying to find my own niche as Majo.
This song is about when we men absolutely do not want to go with our wives or partners on our day off to a large shopping centre and spend the whole day shopping and spending a lot of money when we want to be at home watching the World Cup in cross-country skiing and biathlon. I think many people can relate to this.
Well said.
Lyrics:
Svensk text.
Intro+pratar.
God morgon älskling.
Vad har du, vad ska vi hitta på idag då.
Vaaaa….. Åka till Gekås (stort shopping centrum)
Nehhhhe… Kommer aldrig på fråga.
Jag ska kolla på längdskidor.
Å skidskytte sedan.
Vaaa… Nej,nej,nej,nej,nej.
Vaaa.. Aldrig i mitt liv.
Nej…. Nej…. ja,nej,nej,nej,nej.
Vad är detta för,nej.
Vi kan inte åka, det går inte.
Inte en chans.
Nej,nej,nej.
Refräng.
Jag känner mej som en bang bang bomerang.
När alla med hungriga blickar springer runt med varsin vagn.
Å dom sliter å drar i varenda plagg dom kommer åt.
Snälla snälla jag orkar inte mer.
Jag ställde mej i en hörna för att få lite andrum, men.
Jag upptäckte snart att jag stod i ett damomklädningsrum.
Å som ni förstår så var det ju inte så lätt att ta sig därifrån.
Med min vagn å en kärring som skrek hjälp ett rån.
Vers 1.
Kan ingen förstå mej hur jobbigt det kan va.
Springa runt i affärer vareviga dag.
Det gör ont i min själ när jag ser allt det där.
Galna kvinnor jag ser i varenda affär.
Dom sliter å drar i varenda pinal.
För att ta sig fram till en kassafinal.
När dom tillslut har bestämt sig att gå därifrån.
Plötsligt stannar dom upp med ett leende hån.
Jag ryggar tillbaks tänker stackars vi män
Det enda vi vill är ju att åka hem.
Men tyvärr så har kvinnan en oskriven lag.
Hon säger till mej vill du ha mitt behag.
Så plocka fram mera pengar.
Refräng.
Jag känner mej som en bang bang bomerang.
När alla med hungriga blickar springer runt med varsin vagn.
Å dom sliter å drar i varenda plagg dom kommer åt.
Snälla snälla jag orkar inte mer
Solo+pratar.
Ja då var det dags å gå å betala,ja.
Nehe,nej,jo.
Nej men vi har ju,nej men det är bra nu.
Nej vi ska inte gå upp dit igen.
Vi ska inte gå upp,det är nästa.
Nej,neeej…
Vers 2.
Jag försöker att träna så jag härdar ut.
Lyfter byxor å tröjor som aldrig förut.
Springer runt med min vagn springer runt in å ut.
In i omklädningsrum nä nu måste jag ut.
Jag har fått vad jag tål med ett skrikande vrål.
Rusar jag ut på gatan.
Kan ingen förstå mej hur jobbigt det kan va.
Springa runt i affärer vareviga dag.
Det gör ont i min själ när jag ser allt det där.
Galna kvinnor jag ser i varenda affär.
Dom sliter och drar i varenda pinal.
Dom sliter och drar tills det inget är kvar.
Så snälla jag orkar inte mer.
Refräng.
Jag känner mej som en bang bang bomerang
När alla med hungriga blickar springer runt med varsin vagn
Å dom sliter å drar i varenda plagg dom kommer åt
Snälla snälla jag orkar inte mer
Jag känner mej som en bang bang bomerang
När alla med hungriga blickar springer runt med varsin vagn
Å dom sliter å drar i varenda plagg dom kommer åt
Snälla snälla jag orkar inte mer
Outro+pratar.
Kom nu,kom nu åker vi hem.
Nej inte in igen,inte in igen.
Nej,nej…. hem nej…. neeej…
Nu åker vi hem.
Kom nu åker vi hem.
Jag vill hem,hem,hem,hem,heeem…
English lyrics.
Intro+talking.
Good morning, sweetheart.
What do you feel like doing today?
Whaaaa… Going to Gekås (large shopping center)
Nooooo… No way.
I’m going to check out cross-country skiing.
And then biathlon.
Whaaaa… No, no, no, no, no.
What… Never in my life.
No… No… Yes, no, no, no, no.
What is this, no.
We can’t go, it’s not possible.
No way.
No, no, no.
Chorus.
I feel like a bang bang boomerang.
When everyone with hungry eyes runs around with their own cart.
They’re tearing and pulling at every piece of clothing they can get their hands on.
Please, please, I can’t take it anymore.
I stood in a corner to get some breathing space, but.
I soon discovered that I was standing in a women’s changing room.
And as you can imagine, it wasn’t that easy to get out of there.
With my cart and a woman screaming for help, a robbery.
Verse 1.
Can’t anyone understand how hard it can be.
Running around in stores every single day.
It hurts my soul when I see all that.
Crazy women I see in every store.
They tear and pull at every little thing.
To get to the cash register.
When they finally decide to leave.
Suddenly they stop with a mocking smile.
I recoil, thinking, poor us men.
All we want is to go home.
But unfortunately, women have an unwritten law.
She says to me, if you want my favor.
Then pull out more money.
Chorus.
I feel like a bang bang boomerang.
When everyone with hungry eyes runs around with their own cart.
And they struggle and pull at every piece of clothing they can get their hands on.
Please, please, I can’t take it anymore.
Solo+talking.
Yes, it’s time to go pay, yes.
No, no, yes.
No, but we have, no, but it’s fine now.
No, we’re not going up there again.
We’re not going up, it’s the next one.
No, no…
Verse 2.
I try to exercise so I can tough it out.
Lifting pants and shirts like never before.
Running around with my cart, running in and out.
Into the changing room, now I have to get out.
I’ve had enough, with a screaming roar.
I rush out into the street.
No one can understand how hard it can be.
Running around in stores every single day.
It hurts my soul when I see all that.
Crazy women I see in every store.
They tear and pull at every little thing.
They tear and pull until there’s nothing left.
Please, I can’t take it anymore.
Chorus.
I feel like a bang bang boomerang
When everyone with hungry eyes runs around with their own cart
And they tear and pull at every garment they can get their hands on
Please, please, I can’t take it anymore
I feel like a bang bang boomerang
When everyone with hungry eyes runs around with their own cart
And they tear and pull at every garment they can get their hands on
Please, please, I can’t take it anymore
Outro+talking.
Come on, come on, let’s go home.
No, not back in, not back in.
No, no… home, no… nooo…
Now we’re going home.
Come on, let’s go home.
I want to go home, home, home, home, hoooome…
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