Die Melktert Kommissie: Proudly South African

New-born babies word gou entrepreneurs
Bou karre van draad en staal
Wie benodig ingenieurs
Die jonger generasie vergeet hulle's jonk
Leer vuil taal en vingerlanguage in die tronke
Ons skryf ons drome op ou OMO-bokse neer
Hoop als word skoongewas
Violence-free
Ons is mos in beheer
Van ons feelings
En ons is happy

Want ons is proudly South African
Luister Koos Kombuis
Op 'n ou draadloos
In 'n sinkdakhuis
Amazi van die dorp
'n Brood van Sasko Sam
Leer ek die kinders bedel
In die traffic jam

Ons almal stook 'n vuur
Ons almal hou van braai
Ons almal mix ons taal
En almal verraai mekaar

Toi-toi-toi, Toys-R-Us
Daar word met ons gespeel
Deur mense van 'n hor
Klasse is oorvol
Maar die kosbllkke bly leeg
En almal vreet net politics
In plaas van aanbeweeg

Maar ons is proudly South African
Luister Koos Kombuis
Op 'n ou draadloos
In 'n sinkdakhuis
Amazi van die dorp
'n Brood van Sasko Sam
Leer ek die kinders bedel
In die traffic jam

En ons bly proudly South African
Luister Koos Kombuis
Op 'n ou draadloos
In 'n sinkdakhuis
Amazi van die dorp
'n Brood van Sasko Sam
Leer ek die kinders bedel
In die...

Proudly South African
Luister Koos Kombuis
Op 'n ou draadloos
In 'n sinkdakhuis
Amazi van die dorp
'n Brood van Sasko Sam
Leer ek die kinders bedel
In die traffic jam
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==English: Proudly South African==
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New-born babies quickly become entrepreneurs
Build cars from wires and steel
Who needs engineers
The younger generation forgets they're young
Learn crude language and sign language in the prisons
We write our dreams on old OMO boxes
Hope everything gets washed clean
Violence-free
Why, we are in control
Of our feelings
And we are happy

Because we are proudly South African
Listen to Koos Kombuis
Over an old radio
In a shack
Sour milk from the town
A bread from Sasko Sam
I teach the children to beg
In the traffic jam

We are all making a fire
We all like to barbecue
We all mix our language
And everyone betrays each other

Protests, protests, protests, Toys-R-Us
We are being misused
By people of a higher
Classes are too full
But the lunch bags are empty
And everybody just wildly eats politics
Instead of moving on

But we are proudly South African
Listen to Koos Kombuis
Over an old radio
In a shack
Sour milk from the town
A bread from Sasko Sam
I teach the children to beg
In the traffic jam

And we stay proudly South African
Listen to Koos Kombuis
Over an old radio
In a shack
Sour milk from the town
A bread from Sasko Sam
I teach the children to beg
In the...

Proudly South African
Listen to Koos Kombuis
Over an old radio
In a shack
Sour milk from the town
A bread from Sasko Sam
I teach the children to beg
In the traffic jam