Alas, Ping proudly presents (You are the one that they used to call) Donkey Kong.

I’ve got an itch in the fruit, I’m talking pain in the mango.

We’ve got a flying banana, let’s do the tangerine tango.

Hand in hand we’ll do the coconut calypso.

Pineapple boogie, in the Big Apple pie.

One night it stayed out late, I have a hole underneath my bed.

Please excuse me, don’t confuse me, I can’t go on without you, and you…

…and you are the one that they used to call Donkey Kong.

Last night it had a dream, and it was clear then just when and how -

much undone please don’t conceive me now!

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Can you feel the presence of the Prince of Darkness?

Beelzebub is calling. Calling for your flesh now.

Everybody’s waiting. Darkness is the essence.

Enter as a christian; exit with the demons.

So come on! I’ll see you down at the

Discotheque of Darkness

Foto: © 2008 Kjell Johansen

When Ping decided to have a go at the melody again the working title thus became “Monster Hit”. The lyrics started out somewhat serious, but quickly curious things happened, and we had a theme for the song.

It is fine by me. If that’s how you feel, that’s the way it should be.

You can cry, you can sing, you can hope for some thing to be.

I fell in the soup, who will rescue me?

Floating around with mushroom and fish - today I’m a part of the musical dish.

And as the soup gets cold, you know that you are growing old.

And when the giant’s done, it’s time to take your hat and run.

The sparrow has fallen, the plate has been cleaned,

in the eyes of a dead girl the void can be seen - it’s fine by me.

Sleep now, rest your soul, the filthy rabbit has just left the hole.

Do you know you’re part of the dish?

If that’s the way it should be, waiter bring me one more melody.

Rolling through the supermarket. Super discount, special bargains. Rolling trolleys, popping lollies. Pawn you soul, we’re going shopping.

Trade your pawn, the game is on. Stuck inside the cheese too long. Bunny ist ein wunderbaumer. Hopes to find a love supplier.

You’re at the store, you never asked for more, you’ve got to take the chance, we’re gonna close your door.

All in all you’re just another hick in the mall.

Ping - Photo by Lene Ask 2008

Again Bendik Foss graces us with his viola and Alexander Lindbäck can be heard singing on the verses. Hans plays the trombone while Tore picks an enormous amount of notes on the mandolin. Mattis slides the guitar with a beer bottle, and on the chorus you can hear the distinct voice of David Gilmour…ehh.. Jørgen.

You bring the bourbon, I bring balloons, we need a banjo, I have a drum, the pig is squeeling we’ll eat him tonight, you break the bottle, I pick the fight.

Terrible, terrible, terrible music, I’m not so drunk that I listen to this shit, kiss me Katies, kiss me Janes, the night is runnig through my veins.

The crackling sound of the gattling gun. Today we’re hoping for survivors. Though the battle’s just begun, I see myself in my dying brother’s eyes.

Terrible, terrible, terrible headache, I need some water so bring me a beer. Where was the party? Inside my mind? Looking for answers, what did we find? Boy, we had a good time.

The crackling sound of the gattling gun. Today we’re hoping for survivors. Though the battle’s just begun, I see myself in my dying brother’s eyes.

The squeeking, breathing sound comes from the accordion, and the viola is played by Bendik Foss. The hidden backward vocal is there to poison unsuspicious minds.

There are foot prints on the wall. There’s sugar in the salt.

Bread crumbs in my bed. Not alone anymore.

Who’s inside my walls? Closets seem like halls.

The scent of something else. That sound wasn’t here yesterday.

Keep it down with those finger bells. Trying to get some rest.

A door locked from the other side. A gust of wind, a breathing thing.

Someone crying, screaming, hello? what?

Who’s inside my walls? Closets seem like halls.

Center of this world. Sent here to be…