Se video av Styrbjørns tur fra Oslo til Drammen 9 mai 2008

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The engineer and the mate at the pearly gate.

Oil soaked shoes all coverd with grime
Polished shoes with a brilliant shine

Sweated clothes all stained with grease
Shirt and Tie and pants well creased

Oily scarred and calloused hands
Manicured fingers, looking grand

Thus they approached the pearly gates
The Engineer and the Mate

Saint Peter gazed at this strange sight
He knew one was wrong, and the other was right

To be sure, he then did look
In his gigantic secret judgement book

Then looking up he said so clear
I'll now pass judgement on the Engineer

You've sweated blood, you've breathed some gas
The scars and bruises and burns still last

So come my son and take your place
Like a king, in all his grace

My son you've stood it very well
You've surely had your share off hell

The Engineer passed through the gates
Saint Peter then turned unto the Mate

You've filled your lungs with cool clean air
You've known the breezes and the sun up there

Pushing a pencil, you've travelled in class
You've been a passenger before the mast
There is no question, yes or no
Now it's your turn to go below