Kingsize Songtext
von Jenny Hval

Think big, girl, like a king
Think. Kingsize
Did you learn nothing in America?
I've placed four big bananas in my lap
In New York, I don't dream
I always wanted to be less subculturally lonely
But here, I see no subculture
No. no future
No big science, no big bananas
But I found no. no future
I rock the bananas gently, move back and forth
Don't wake them
What is Soft Dick Rock?
You sing the elements of dick
To create a softer, turned-down sound
I sing to the bananas
The skin is getting thin, and brown
Norway, the girls are pretty


I am one fourth Danish
If you have a child, you better learn how to bake
I beckon the cupcake
The huge capitilist clit
I searched the oven
Smubbed the racks
But my whole head inside
But I just can't find it
It's like looking at the window in there
The bananas are brought slowly in my lap
Silently, wildly, girly
The rash is an oppurtunity
A common desease, something in common
A community
A definition must be something attacking itself
For flaking glassid lingers
No future
All the fruitflies