Stilte,
Rust,
Een klap als van donder.
Stilte,
Rust,
Een krijsende bieper.
Spanning,
Sensatie,
Sterft in het net.
Weer een mooie karper,
en dan weer naar bed.
I hate the way they make me waith
and sitting in the rain
I hate the way they don’t want my bait
I hate it when they pass
I hate their big dumb tails
and the way I bite my nails
I hate them so much it makes me sick
it even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way they break my line
I hate it when they win
I hate it when they make me laugh
even worse when they make me cry
I hate it that they're not around
and the fact that they don’t wanna come
But mostly I hate the way I don 't hate them
not even close,
not even a little bit
not even any at all.