Tag mig tilbage
Nik & Jay Lyrics

Tilbage i dagene hang vi altid ud på bymidten
Back in the days, we always hung out in the city center

Der var intet at lave, men der var altid ild i den
There was nothing to do, but there was always excitement

For forstadslivet var en privat fest og
Because suburban life was a private party and

Scor en tøs, slå dig løs videre til den næste
Score a girl, have fun and move on to the next

Med ghettoblaster og Everlast og Eastpack tasker
With ghettoblasters, Everlast and Eastpack bags

Man prøvede at se godt ud selvom man ledte efter flasker
We tried to look good even though we were searching for bottles

Flere penge var lig med flere øl til weekendens nætter
More money meant more beers for the weekend nights

Når man gatecrashede fester sammen med sine venner
When we crashed parties with our friends

Det var skovmandsskjorter og pagehår
It was flannel shirts and pageboy haircuts

Det var teenagedrøm og "fuck janteloven"
It was teenage dreams and rebellion against societal norms

Det var Dr. Alban på din stereo,
It was Dr. Alban on your stereo,

Det var Dr. Martens og vi har mere endnu
It was Dr. Martens and we had even more

Det var punk, rock, guitar
It was punk, rock, guitar

Og papvin i to liter
And two-liter boxes of wine

Og der gik kortere tid før man dansede tættere
And it didn't take long before we were dancing closer

Med forstadsdronninger på gin og tonic'er
With suburban queens drinking gin and tonics

Bekymrer os om ingenting
We didn't worry about anything

Bounce med os når det går.
Bounce with us when it goes.

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Tag mig tilbage alting var så let
Take me back, everything was so easy

Tag mig tilbage alting var så nyt
Take me back, everything was so new

Tag mig tilbage alting var så vildt
Take me back, everything was so wild

Tilbage til dengang hvor vi var så frie og hvor vi
Back to the time when we were so free and where we

Fyrede den af og vi gjorde hvad vi ville
Partied hard and did whatever we wanted

Vi, vi var så ligeglade med det hele
We, we didn't care about anything

Og vi...
And we...

Glemmer det aldrig
Never forget it

Så tro mig når jeg si'r dig at vi
So believe me when I tell you that we

Det var strygere i lommen, vi fandt en postkasse og sprang den
We had money in our pockets, found a mailbox and opened it

Og der var jubel når man stjal et pornoblad på tanken
And there was excitement when we stole a porn magazine at the gas station

Vi skatede hver aften og løb fra politiet
We skated every night and ran from the police

Og vi grinede af de folk der bad os om at skride
And we laughed at the people who told us to leave

Og det var ind og sidde i detentionen
And it was sitting in detention

På grund af graffiti på DSB stationen
Because of graffiti on the train station

Men det var godt nok, for vi var forstadens hotshots
But that was okay, because we were the suburb's hotshots

Den der var vildest var den der var mest fucked up
The craziest one was the most messed up

Det var unge der gik fra pilsner til hash
It was young people going from beer to hash

Fra svamp til speed til lightergas
From mushrooms to speed to butane gas

For man havde ingenting at lave så man gik amok
Because we had nothing to do, so we went crazy

Jo, det blev vildere og vildere og man ku' ik' stoppe
Yes, it got crazier and crazier and we couldn't stop

Så det var en vores bedste venner der kørte galt
So it was one of our best friends who crashed

Seksten år livet var slut spol tilbage
Life was over at sixteen, let's rewind

Jonas og Jens, hvis i ku' være her nu
Jonas and Jens, if you could be here now

Ka' I hører hvad jeg si'r, I er her endnu
Can you hear what I'm saying, you're still here

Jeg sagde...
I said...

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Det var hammertrin til syvstjerne fester
It was fancy dance moves at Seven Star parties

Og alle lommepenge gik til at blæse sin hjerne væk
And all the pocket money went into blowing our brains out

Og man blev hentet klokken 1 og brækkede sig i sin vens fars bil
And we were picked up at 1 a.m. and threw up in our friend's dad's car

Sagde undskyld, prøvede at skjule sit smil
Said sorry, tried to hide our smile

På tunede knallerter, til bålfest og halballer
On tuned mopeds, to bonfires and school dances

Gemte bajere i busken alle var sammen med alle og
Hid beers in the bushes, everyone was with everyone and

Det var tungeslaskere, piger med bøjle, benvarmere, buffalo's, forventningsfulde øjne
It was kissing, girls with braces, leg warmers, buffalo shoes, expectant eyes

Og det var 1, 2, 3 kærester på en gang
And it was 1, 2, 3 girlfriends/boyfriends at once

For man ku rode sig ud af alt dengang
Because you could get out of anything back then

På flugt fra kedsomhed på jagt efter piger
On the run from boredom, chasing after girls

En hurtig date på det lokale pizzeria
A quick date at the local pizzeria

Det var ham det var hende det var fedt det var fucked
It was him, it was her, it was cool, it was messed up

Det var dem det var jer det var frit det var godt
It was them, it was you, it was free, it was good

Det var Nik det var Jay en forstad, okay...
It was Nik, it was Jay, a suburb, okay...

Det var dengang, baby, så tag mig tilbage, kom nu...
It was back then, baby, so take me back, come on...