Katastroof was founded in the fall of 1977. Four young guys brainstormed to make an one-time folk and small-art show but, thanks to fate, they sticked together and called themselves Katastroof. The obscure performances followed each other, one by one. In those days they performed Irish traditionals and folk songs while drinking and partying in underground Antwerp.
Quickly after that, they wrote lots of songs, inspired by the pub life, sexual sins and the less good sides of the politicians and the priests.
The real breakthrough came when they signed to a label and they recorded their first LP 'Stront Aan De Knikker'. Of course, it was never played on one of the radio stations, but they did become kind of notorious Flemings.
From Antwerp, they got to each youth movement and other places, inspiring the youth and shocking parents.
At the end of past century, Jimmeke left the band, but Katastroof still continued with their obscure songs and great performances.
In 2002 multi-instrumentalist Stef Bef joined the band. New blood that made sure the band will survive the coming decennia. End 2005, Rob Snob decided to trade the Katastroof life for an easier one, and left the band.
Katastroof is from then on a trio with Zjuul, Jos and Stef and sounds way better than ever before. After about twenty albums, they stay the most downloaded Belgium band persevering in the anger.
' Antwaarpe boave ! '.
Oep Een Franse WC
Katastroof Lyrics
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't Is eender waar naartoe, ik zeg kik nooit of nooit ni nee
Mor gade gij nor Frankrijk, dan gon kik ni meer mee
Want dor moete altijd kakken oep een Franse wc
[Chorus]
Ooh!
Kakken oep een Franse wee-cee-eeh
Mikken in een gat in plaats van zitten op de plee
Da's kakken oep een Franse wc
In den tijd van d'eerste mensen, toen scheten z'erop los
Ze draaiden toen hun drollen tussen blaren in het bos
Veur uw eigen t'ondersteunen hadde altijd nog nen tak
Dor kunde ver nor zoeken hier op zo'n Frans gemak...
[Chorus]
Zo'n oud Vloms boerenschijthuis, da vinde nimeer veel
Ge weet wel wa'k bedoel, ne kreemgelasbak me een scheel
Een deureke me een hartjen in om lekker deur te loeren
Mor da plezier da vinde ni op die Franse toeren
[Chorus]
Die Engelse toiletten, die kannek heel goe lijen
Ge doeget scheel omleeg, en ge kunt er zelfs op vrijen
Ge leest er uw gazet, of ge drinkt er een pint bier
Mor kakken oep z'n Frans da doede ni veur uw plezier
(Alleejn de Neejderlanders!)
Ooh!
Poepen op een Franse weej-cee-eej
Poepen op een Franse weej-ceej
Ik hem het geprobeerd, mor het viel toch echt ni mee
Da poepen op een Franse wc
De beheersing van de sluitspier, leert iedereen vroeg of laat
'k Was altij propere jongen, mor nooit nen acrobaat
As't erop aankomt van te mikken, blijf kik altijd ne knoeier
Want ik schijt oep de pedalen, en soms nog op de sproeier!
[Chorus]
The song "Oep Een Franse WC" by Katastroof is a witty commentary on the experience of using French toilets. The first stanza talks about how everyone loves going on vacation, but the singer refuses to go to France because of their weird toilets. The chorus goes on to describe the experience of pooping in a French toilet, which involves aiming for a hole rather than sitting on a seat. The second stanza goes back in time to the days when people used to poop in the woods and had to use leaves or sticks to clean themselves. The singer says that the same technique can be applied to the weird French toilets. The last stanza talks about how the singer prefers English toilets because they are more comfortable and one can even read a newspaper or drink beer while doing their business. The song ends with a humorous remark about how only the Dutch can handle French toilets.
Line by Line Meaning
Elke mens dieje wilt op reis gaan, iedereen houdt van congé
Everyone wants to go on vacation, who wouldn't love some time off?
't Is eender waar naartoe, ik zeg kik nooit of nooit ni nee
It doesn't matter where we go, I'm always up for it.
Mor gade gij nor Frankrijk, dan gon kik ni meer mee
But if you're going to France, count me out.
Want dor moete altijd kakken oep een Franse wc
Because there, you always have to poop in a French toilet.
[Chorus]
Repeated chorus about pooping in a French toilet.
In den tijd van d'eerste mensen, toen scheten z'erop los
Back in the day of the first people, they pooped anywhere.
Ze draaiden toen hun drollen tussen blaren in het bos
They used to twist up their poop in leaves in the forest.
Veur uw eigen t'ondersteunen hadde altijd nog nen tak
They used to use a stick to hold themselves up.
Dor kunde ver nor zoeken hier op zo'n Frans gemak...
You won't find one of those old-fashioned poop sticks in a French toilet.
[Chorus]
Repeated chorus about pooping in a French toilet.
Zo'n oud Vloms boerenschijthuis, da vinde nimeer veel
You won't find an old Belgian countryside toilet anymore.
Ge weet wel wa'k bedoel, ne kreemgelasbak me een scheel
You know what I mean, those weird glass bowls with a split down the middle.
Een deureke me een hartjen in om lekker deur te loeren
A little door with a heart on it so you can peek inside.
Mor da plezier da vinde ni op die Franse toeren
But you won't find any of that fun stuff in French toilets.
[Chorus]
Repeated chorus about pooping in a French toilet.
Die Engelse toiletten, die kannek heel goe lijen
I really like English toilets.
Ge doeget scheel omleeg, en ge kunt er zelfs op vrijen
You can lean back and even do some other stuff on English toilets.
Ge leest er uw gazet, of ge drinkt er een pint bier
You can read the newspaper or even have a pint on an English toilet.
Mor kakken oep z'n Frans da doede ni veur uw plezier
But you definitely don't do that for fun in a French toilet.
(Alleejn de Neejderlanders!)
(Only the Dutch!)
[Chorus]
Repeated chorus about pooping in a French toilet.
De beheersing van de sluitspier, leert iedereen vroeg of laat
Everyone learns how to control their sphincter muscle sooner or later.
'k Was altij propere jongen, mor nooit nen acrobaat
I was always a clean boy, but never an acrobat.
As't erop aankomt van te mikken, blijf kik altijd ne knoeier
When it comes to aiming, I'm always a mess.
Want ik schijt oep de pedalen, en soms nog op de sproeier!
I poop on the pedal and sometimes even on the hose!
[Chorus]
Repeated chorus about pooping in a French toilet.
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