歌词
(Verse 1)
In the halls of dust and grime, we march with brooms in hand,
Through cluttered rooms and cobwebbed tombs, we'll make our stand.
With axes sharp and spirits high, we'll conquer every chore,
For in the heart of every Viking lies a warrior's core.
(Chorus)
Rise, ye sons and daughters of the North,
Let the battle cry of cleanliness ring forth!
With valor in our hearts, and filth beneath our feet,
We'll scrub and scour 'til our homestead's neat.
(OI!) (OI!) (OI!)
(Verse 2)
No stain too tough, no mess too vile, to quench our fiery zeal,
We'll vanquish dirt with might and main, our fortress to reveal.
From kitchen hearth to bedroom loft, we'll claim each inch with pride,
For a Viking's home is a sacred space, where honor does reside.
(Chorus)
Rise, ye sons and daughters of the North,
Let the battle cry of cleanliness ring forth!
With valor in our hearts, and filth beneath our feet,
We'll scrub and scour 'til our homestead's neat.
(Bridge)
Through mounds of laundry, mountains tall, and dishes piled like shields,
We'll forge a path to victory with steadfastness that yields.
With every sweep and every mop, we honor ancient lore,
For cleanliness is next to Odin, in battle and in chores.
(oooh)
(Guitar Solo)
(Chorus)
Rise, ye sons and daughters of the North,
Let the battle cry of cleanliness ring forth!
With valor in our hearts, and filth beneath our feet,
We'll scrub and scour 'til our homestead's neat.
(Outro)
So raise your banners, Viking kin, and let the world behold,
The might of those who clean with pride, in tales of yore retold.
For in the saga of the squeaky clean, our legend shall endure,
As warriors of the household, steadfast, strong, and sure!
