A twelve-year-old drummer in the class,
Knocked his wits out of the overhead projector.
And there you stood screaming yellow and blue - 1982,
It was then,
Oh it was you and I Jerker.
Nanananana
That was then, oh it was you and I Jerker,
Nothing could stop us,
Not thirty skeptical looks.
It was life and death, of course.
It was Friday and the class's fun hour.
We played playback
And mimed to a song about the weather girl said Bodén.
It was planned on Village People,
A cover on YMCA.
Yes it was you and me Jerker.
Nanananana
It was you, yes it was you and me Jerker,
We had already reached our goal,
We were already the best in the world.
I was yours and you were my idol.
I dream away in a long limousine,
With tinted windows out there on a world tour.
There is no barriers, there's no stopping
For our irresistible sense of pop.
Yes, it was you and me Jerker.
Nanananana
It was you, and you came from Närke,
And I came from Gothenburg.
And we practiced out in the forest,
Down towards Vallhamra square.
Nananana
Oh it was you and I Jerker.
Nanananana
It was you,
Yes it was you and I Jerker,
We already had ¥t our goal,
We were already the best in the world.
You were my idol.

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