She-Battle (Cyndi Lauper)

Language: Dutch

And the somewhat anticlimactic conclusion of the Bop Trilogy. I say "anticlimactic" because there's no "bop" anywhere in the song now, so you wouldn't know it was part of the trilogy without outside knowledge of the song. This might be a pecularity of Dutch, to translate "bop"s. On the other hand, if you had to come up with a word to turn "bop" into, you could do a lot worse than this.

-Jessi

Well, tonight I see each of them in tight blue jeans –
boys in the blue pages of an illustrated magazine.
I've thought well of ultrasound. Hey,
oop, I take a new sensation from the she-battle.

Huh. I assume a lion wants to roar with the
south. Wanna get me? I'll go, yes. What's more,
a twinge saves nine on time, they say. Hey,
I'll improve that: if a blind person says to them, "end
the she-battle," then the she-battle will go. Oop!

She battle, he battle, we battle,
I battle, you battle, they battle-battle,
Lu's a battle, she's a battle,
(I'll battle Lu. Does she battle?)
Oo, oo, she-battle, she battles them.

Hey-hey, they say I chaperone
because I can't stop making a mess in the dangerous area.
I will make myself better; and I'm not worried, no.
Still, the law will annoy. (Ain't against it: no, no.)
Oop, they battle, the battle becomes them.

She battle, he battle, we battle,
I battle, you battle, they battle-battle,
Lu's a battle, she's a battle,
(I'll battle Lu. Does she battle?)
Oo, oo, she-battle, she battles them.

Mmmbop (Hanson)

Language: Russian

The second in the "Bop" trilogy. This is probably a little rough around the edges still; I've been occupied with some other stuff and didn't put a lot of time into this. However, I figure it's still okay, on the grounds that most people probably weren't aware that "Mmmbop" had any words besides "Mmmbop." Even if I didn't modify stuff very heavily, it'll still be surprising to people. Or so goes the theory.

-Jessi

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You have many relations in this life, which it is, therefore,
but only one or two million will continue.
You go entirely through pain and strife,
then you turn your tail end and they're gone so rapidly.

Oh yeah, they're gone so rapidly.

Oh; so some actually worry which possessions to further,
at the end, only some will be there. They
begin to lose hair. When do you get old, and
can your attentiveness still speak to me?
Can your attentiveness still speak to me? Attentiveness, oh.

Mmmbop, ba dop duba ba makes bop,
ba dop duba ba makes bop,
ba dop duba ba makes
oh yeah, ba dop duba ba mmmbop makes bop,
ba dop duba ba makes bop,
ba dop duba ba makes

Oh yeah, yeah, they are gone in "mmmbop."

Will you plant the seed, plant the flower,
plant the rose? You can plant any one of those,
contented, in order to find out which one grows of it. The planting
will be secret: no one knows which he is near.
It will be secret: no one knows which he is near.
Oh, no one knows.

Mmmbop, ba dop duba ba makes bop,
ba dop duba ba makes bop,
ba dop duba ba makes
oh yeah, ba dop duba ba mmmbop makes bop,
ba dop duba ba makes bop,
ba dop duba ba makes
Mmmbop, ba dop duba ba makes bop,
ba dop duba ba makes bop,
ba dop duba ba makes
oh yeah, ba dop duba ba mmmbop makes bop,
ba dop duba ba makes bop,
ba dop duba ba makes

Unskinny Bop (Poison)

Language: Russian

I know what a "She-Bop" is, but I never quite understood whether "unskinny bop" was supposed to mean something or not. Perhaps it's a guy thing. This may turn out to be Part I of a "Bop Trilogy," along with "She-Bop" and "Mmmbop." Stay tuned.

-Jessi

So. Have you gotten jumpy?
Yeah? Why can't you sit still?
You wanna force me, like gasoline, and
leave your filling when you got me? Yeah?

Every time I touch honey,
you get hot. By you,
you want to make love,
you never stop. Which are you?
You come up for air after
you press me to the floor:
it goes further into your head.

Unskinny bop
I blow absently. Exactly.
Unskinny bop, bop
The entire night and day.
Unskinny bop, bop, bop, bop,
Which is it exactly? It plays at love.
Unskinny bop,
in order to say more nothing.

You look so funny. My bite
got you to love; therefore I was acting strangely. Oh.
Too many bees were in your copper; you got
another. In your will, I'm exactly a page, a word. Yeah, yeah.

Every time I touch honey,
you get hot. By you,
you want to make love,
you never stop. Which are you?
You come up for air after
you press me to the floor:
it goes further into your head.

"Love won't make you what you'll be," is my saying: it
won't be your love. But write on that.
I can see to your good copper side correctly.
At the end of the race, let's see who's riding us.

Right will be,
untruth will be by.
Left: hell. It goes on.