Don't Worry About Norway - Rucka Rucka Ali

They can’t really fight

Don’t worry 'bout Norway

Don’t worry 'bout Norway

Don’t worry 'bout Norway

They don’t have any rights

Don’t worry 'bout Norway

Don’t worry 'bout Norway

Don’t worry 'bout Norway

The land of apes and gingers

Living in the past

Vikings always ate shit

And took it in the ass

They don’t go into war much

'Cause they would never wing

The Germans fuck 'em with eyes closed

Pretending they’re Sweden

Big bright green lights

Their gods are cumming

It’s always night

If you know what I mean

They fuck their cows

Welcome to Oslo

Yeah, welcome to Oslo

Yeah, welcome to Oslo

Ooh, they ride fucking bites

Don’t worry 'bout Norway

Don’t worry 'bout Norway

Don’t worry 'bout Norway

Nobody really likes 'em

Don’t worry 'bout Norway

Don’t worry 'bout Norway

Don’t worry 'bout Norway

Ooh, we can take their stuff

There’s nothing they could say

Don’t worry 'bout Norway

Don’t worry 'bout Norway

Norways are the richest

From oil and brunost

Which side of World War I were they on?

Whichever one lost

They won’t lock you up forever

Or put you behind bars

They put you in a beach house

With bitches and a car

They like sheep’s head

With some licorice

They’re like half white

With fucking jaundice

If you’re poor and brown

You could come to Oslo

Yeah, come on to Oslo

Would you likes butters?

Ooh, we can fuck their lives

Don’t worry 'bout Norway

Don’t worry 'bout Norway

Don’t worry 'bout Norway

They all are really nice

Don’t worry 'bout Norway

Don’t worry 'bout Norway

Don’t worry 'bout Norway

Ooh, we can take their wives

Don’t worry 'bout Norway

Don’t worry 'bout Norway

Don’t worry 'bout Norway

Yeah, they have few clocks

They probably invented goulash

They food out of a soup box

They let you in if you look like Tupac

Yeah, yeah, never heard of Akerbp

Turks go to Bergen and serve 'em a curry

Men live at home till they’re older than thirty

Nobody works and the girls are dirty

We made them free and we gave them a BK

Now they smoke weed on weekdays

They’re lazy and they can’t read

And they add little dots to the letters we gave 'em

Shit, they all live in apartments

Their moms got 'em when they were seven

Such an expensive place, let’s bomb 'em and take

Their salmon and cakes, mmh-mmh

Ooh, they can’t really fight

Don’t worry 'bout Norway

Don’t worry 'bout Norway

Don’t worry 'bout Norway

They don’t have any rights

Don’t worry 'bout Norway

Don’t worry 'bout Norway

Don’t worry 'bout Norway

Don’t worry 'bout Norway

Don’t worry 'bout Norway

Don’t worry 'bout Norway

Come on, uh

Ooh, we can blow them up

Don’t worry 'bout Norway

Don’t worry 'bout Norway

Don’t worry 'bout Norway

They’re all really white

Don’t worry 'bout…