Jan Egeland
Gray hair, glasses, suitcaseHumble, cleverConstantly working for peaceUganda, CongoAnd the Oslo treaty planOh my God, what a plan
Not as famous as Gahr StøreNot a daddy's boy like JensBut when hand grenades are flyingThere's just one man you can trust
When there's war and all is hellSend in Jan EgelandThe United Nations superhero man
Mad dictator with a gunSend in Jan EgelandOh how I wish, I was Jan Egeland
Blue eyes, firm hands, nice legsClean shaved bodyDrinking his protein shakesSpray-tan, skin creamAnd buttocks like he was eighteenHe's a peacekeeping machine
And he stares, into the mirrorFlexing muscles in the nightAnd says "Boy, I think you're readyTo protect some human rights"
When there's war and all is hellBring in Jan EgelandThe United Nations Superhero man
He plays golf with Kofi AnnanAnd looks at maps with George CloonOh how I wish, I was Jan Egeland
When he's sad he goes to funeralsIn unusually heavy rainLarge amounts of water in his faceBut it cannot hide his pain
He breaks down just like a homoAnd starts crying just like a girlBut I guess you can cry and still be a manIf your dayjob is saving the world
When there's war and all is hellSend in Jan EgelandHe's a macho musclepumping crying god
If there's one man you should trustIt is the Janny-boyOh how I wish, I was Jan Egeland