Sunday morning, at transport   Warping up with escort   I'll put my fist in front   I'm alone but singing together      Even if I need to pull for hours   The will come off, those luggage shelves   It's a great sport   I'll make a mess of every train      Hooligan   I am a hooligan   To promote my draughts club, I kick everything to pieces   Hooligan   I am a hooligan   I test every bus for its springs, why doesn't that get any appreciation?      It's a beautiful ritual   As I tear a busstop to four pieces   You have to have a lot of talent   A busstop is rooted deep in the concrete      I called the queen   I wanted to get a ribbon(*1)   Because, before the first dam   I pay out my first punch      Hooligan   I am a hooligan   To promote my draughts club, I kick everything to pieces   Hooligan   I am a hooligan   Every day a heavy strife, doesn't anybody recognize my talent?      Hooligan   I am a hooligan   To promote my draughts club, I kick everything to pieces   Hooligan   I am a hooligan   First I punch, then there's the papers headline   Hooligan   I am a hooligan   I work my fingers to the bone, and then I get a sporting gym ban?   Hooligan   I am a hooligan   Even when I'm alone, I keep kicking around for 'Our Draughts'      (*1 The Queen of the Netherlands gives ribbons to people who do something special)