Valentine, oh Valentine, ( The Good ‘ol Souff Effrikken version, which has many varieties)…..
I smaak you stukkend, say you'll be mine.
You're my morning, my sunshine, my moon and my stars,
You're my air freshener from O.K. Bazaars;
You're my beaded love-letter, my breeze in the night,
You're my coffee, my Cremora, my Blitz firelight.
You're my Crime-Stop, my Tracker, you're my AZT,
My pap, Mrs Ball's chutney, my Nando's for free;
You're my lambchop, my dewdrop, my partner in crime,
My chillie, my pepper, my vetkoek sublime.
I smaak you stukkend, please say you'll be mine,
You're my moon, my stars and my beach day sunshine.
You're so handsome, it makes me go 'wow',
You're better than a proper Durban bunnychow.
You're the Clover pure butter on my mielie.
One look from you and I can float to the sky
I feel like the Springboks have just scored a try.
At this rate Kulula's popularity might die,
'Cos for me you're the only and best way to fly :)
This, my snoekie, is the only start,
'Cos you're taken the cable car straight to my heart!
So, if I were the fork, then would you please be my knife?
' Cos , bokkie, you're the tomato sauce on the slap chips of my life!