Gray hair
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Glasses
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Suitcase
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Humble
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Clever
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And constantly working for peace
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Uganda
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Congo
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And the Oslo treaty plan
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Oh my God, what a plan
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Not as famous as Gahr Stare
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Not a daddy's boy like Jens
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But when handgrenades are flying
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There's just one man you can trust
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When there's war and all is hell
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Send in Jan Egeland!
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The United Nations superhero man
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Mad dictator with a gun
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Send in Jan Egeland
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Oh, how I wish..
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I was Jan Egeland..
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Blue eyes
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Firm hands
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Nice legs
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Clean shaved
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Body
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Drinking his protein shakes
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Spray-tan
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Skin cream
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And buttocks like he was eighteen
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He's a peacekeeping machine..
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And he stares into the mirror
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Flexing muscles in the night
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And he says: "Boy, I think you're ready..
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..to protect some human rights"
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When there's war and all is hell
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Bring in Jan Egeland!
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The United Nations superhero man
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He plays golf with Kofi Annan
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And looks at maps with George Cloon
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Oh, how I wish..
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That I was Jan Egeland!
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Egeland (Egeland)
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Egeland (Egeland)
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When he's sad he goes to funerals
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In unusually heavy rain
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Large amounts of water in his face
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But that doesn't hide his pain
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He breaks down just like ha homo
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And starts crying just like a girl
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But I guess you can cry and still be a man
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If your day job is saving the world!
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When there's war and all is hell
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Send in Jan Egeland!
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He's a macho musclepumping..
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Crying god!
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If there's one man you should trust
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It is the Janny-boy
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Oh, how I wish..
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That I was Jan Egeland!
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Jan Egeland
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Ylvis |