He sang in the Westflemish dialect, and was notably popular with student in West Flanders and Ghent. He often performed in student clubs, and usually the concert was cut short because he was too drunk to sing on. He died due to long cancer.
Secitse
Johny Turbo Lyrics
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'k a zukk'n marchandize, mo ze wilde juste niks
nen oester in champagne, ze trok er neuze ip
en gaf ik een stik lasagne, er antwoord da was ne skip
een portie puutebill'n, ze zei mens da stinkt noa look
A'k rebjes wilde grill'n, ze moest oest'n van de rook
Een soepe met anjoentjes, ze klaagde van er strop
Gift ze Secitse mè kudul, en z'èt er buukske vul
Gekapt in een zakske, 't kan do nieten nie an
Gif ze Secitse mè kudul, dat ordinaire spul
Ne worst in zien frakske, en do kwijlen ze van
'k è jaren moet'n zoek'n achter ne goe menu
Min kot ligt vul mè boeken over eiers en fondue
Mo 'k è t eindelijk gevonden wat da mien skeetje mag
En z'èt alles verslonden dat ip oar assiete lag
Gift ze Secitse mè kudul, en z'èt er buukske vul
Gekapt in een zakske, 't kan do nieten nie an
Gif ze Secitse mè kudul, dat ordinaire spul
Ne worst in zin frakske, en do kwijlen ze van
Gift ze Secitse mè kudul, en stikt er buukske vul
Gekapt in een zakske, 't kan do nieten nie an
Gif ze Secitse mè kudul, dat ordinaire spul
Ne worst in zien frakske, do kwijlt ze zie van
The lyrics of the song "Secitse" by Johny Turbo describe a situation where the singer's lover is very picky with her food choices. She knows everything about food and only wants the finest things. She turns up her nose at oysters in champagne, turns down a plate of lasagne, complains about the smell of sauteed mushrooms, and finds fault even in bacon-wrapped melon. The singer has spent years searching for the perfect menu to satisfy her, and finally found it, but she still prefers the cheap and trashy "Secitse" sausage.
The chorus of the song repeats the phrase "Gift ze Secitse mè kudul," meaning "give her Secitse with ketchup." This implies that despite all his efforts to please her with fancy food, she still prefers the low-quality sausage with a cheap condiment. This shows how the singer's lover favors the trashy and commonplace things in life, despite being surrounded by high-class options.
Overall, the song seems to be a humorous commentary on the futility of trying to impress someone who is set in their ways and already has a preference for less refined and more basic things.
Line by Line Meaning
Mien lief da was een vieze, ze wiste ip alles iets
My love was a picky eater, critical of every dish
'k a zukk'n marchandize, mo ze wilde juste niks
I searched for new ingredients, but she refused them all
nen oester in champagne, ze trok er neuze ip
She turned up her nose at oysters in champagne
en gaf ik een stik lasagne, er antwoord da was ne skip
Even a simple lasagna was not to her taste
een portie puutebill'n, ze zei mens da stinkt noa look
She found garlic in a dish to be repulsive
A'k rebjes wilde grill'n, ze moest oest'n van de rook
She complained about the smell of grilled vegetables
Een soepe met anjoentjes, ze klaagde van er strop
She found anchovies in soup to be overwhelming
en in hespe met meloentjes zat er veel te vele zop
Even ham with melon was too sweet for her
Gift ze Secitse mè kudul, en z'èt er buukske vul
Give her Secitse with kudul, and she'll devour it
Gekapt in een zakske, 't kan do nieten nie an
It doesn't matter if it's packaged in a bag
Gif ze Secitse mè kudul, dat ordinaire spul
Give her Secitse with kudul, that common food
Ne worst in zien frakske, en do kwijlen ze van
A sausage in her purse, and she'll drool over it
'k è jaren moet'n zoek'n achter ne goe menu
I spent years searching for a good menu
Min kot ligt vul mè boeken over eiers en fondue
My house is filled with books on eggs and fondue
Mo 'k è t eindelijk gevonden wat da mien skeetje mag
But I finally found what my sweetheart likes
En z'èt alles verslonden dat ip oar assiete lag
And she devoured everything on other people's plates
Gift ze Secitse mè kudul, en stikt er buukske vul
Give her Secitse with kudul, and she'll fill her book
Ne worst in zien frakske, do kwijlt ze zie van
A sausage in her purse, she'll drool over it
Contributed by Noah G. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
John Vansteenkiste
heb tot 10 jaar geleden nog elke week kedul gegeten LOL,met 2 zachtgekookte eieren en n braadworst,mijn grootmoe was van kortrijk eh, en dat was traditie
creeky4twenty
Sesitseke