Home sweet Haga

Big wheels keep on turnin’
(Take the tram back home now)
Carry me home to see my friends
Through the moat and a bit of rain
Singin’ ’bout Gothenburg again
I miss Haga, yeah that’s right!
Sweet Home Haga
Where the cobblestones feel so fine
Sweet Home Haga
Lord, I’m comin’ home to you tonight
In Haga they love their fika (mmm, mmm, mmm!)
Giant cinnamon buns on a plate
We’re lucky Haga’s still around
(Not torn down in the eighties, no way, no way!)
Sweet Home Haga
Where the roofs are red and the houses are wood
Sweet Home Haga
Lord, I’m on my way back to you
Well I heard somebody talkin’ trash ’bout Gothenburg
Sayin’ it’s just rain and old factory smoke
But hope they remember when they come around
A Haga local don’t need to hear that kind of talk anyway
Sweet Home Haga
Where the coffee’s strong and the buns are huge
Sweet Home Haga
Lord, I’m comin’ home to you
(Haga Nygata, oh oh oh)
(Hagakyrkan standing tall)
(Little shops and second-hand stores)
(Everybody knows everybody here)
In Haga they got the vibe now
Tight but cozy, that’s the truth
And if you don’t like cinnamon buns
Well then you’re probably just wrong anyway
Sweet Home Haga
Where the sky is grey but the heart is warm
Sweet Home Haga
Lord, I’m home again
Sweet Home Haga
Mmmm, where the cobblestones lie so sweet
Sweet Home Haga
I ain’t ever leavin’ you, no