
We all have dreams! Why not an ostrich farm?
Lyrics:
(Verse 1)
Crazy Sweede from the icy land,
Traded snow for Cambodian sand.
Bought a farm, thought, "Why not?"
Ostriches everywhere, this Sweede's gone hot.
Locals laugh, but he doesn’t care,
Ridin' those birds like he’s king of the air.
Feathers fly, the jungle sings,
The Sweede’s livin’ large with his big-winged kings.
(Chorus)
He’s the Sweede with an ostrich dream,
Running wild by the jungle stream!
Feathers flappin', and he's feelin' free,
Ostrich farm, who needs a family tree?
(Verse 2)
Out in the heat, chasing long-legged beasts,
He’s the talk of the town, to say the least.
Sweede’s got flair, Sweede’s got style,
Ridin' ostriches with a crooked smile.
No plan in sight, just a crazy ride,
Ostriches runnin' by his side.
Cambodia's his kingdom, and he's the king,
With feathers and chaos, he's living the dream!
(Chorus)
He’s the Sweede with an ostrich dream,
Running wild by the jungle stream!
Feathers flappin', and he's feelin' free,
Ostrich farm, who needs a family tree?
(Outro)
So if you spot him in the Cambodian heat,
Ridin' an ostrich, on two fast feet,
Just wave and laugh, don’t ask him why—
He’s a crazy Sweede chasing the sky!