[Verse 1]
From Baltic waves to a tin can tomb,
It’s Sweden’s funk in a fermented boom!
Crack the lid—watch your eyes water,
A scent that could sink a Viking daughter!

[Pre-Chorus]
Some scream, some flee, some pray for air…
But Swedes just grin and say, “Bara bra!”

[Chorus]
Hold your nose, bite the dare—
Surströmming’s stink’s beyond compare!
A Nordic storm in a can of gold,
Love it or hate it, it’s bold, bold, BOLD!
Oh-oh-oh-oh, you’ve been warned!
Oh-oh-oh-oh, taste the storm!

[Verse 2]
At Midsummer feasts, we gather ‘round,
With flatbread, cream, and potatoes downed.
One salty bite—your soul takes flight,
It’s tradition’s tang, it’s wrong… and right!

[Pre-Chorus]
Grandma cheers, “It’s delikat!”
You gasp, “This is food?!”… She swats your hat.

[Chorus]
Hold your nose, bite the dare—
Surströmming’s stink’s beyond compare!
A Nordic storm in a can of gold,
Love it or hate it, it’s bold, bold, BOLD!
Oh-oh-oh-oh, you’ve been warned!
Oh-oh-oh-oh, taste the storm!

[Bridge]
Open outdoors! (Don’t say we didn’t care…)
The brine’s a weapon—handle with prayer!
It’s rotten magic, a cult in a can,
The king of chaos—no middlehand!

[Verse 3]
From Baltic waves to a tin can tomb,
It’s Sweden’s funk in a fermented boom!
Crack the lid—watch your eyes water,
A scent that could sink a Viking daughter!

[Pre-Chorus]
Some scream, some flee, some pray for air…
But Swedes just grin and say, “Bara bra!”

[Chorus]
Hold your nose, bite the dare—
Surströmming’s stink’s beyond compare!
A Nordic storm in a can of gold,
Love it or hate it, it’s bold, bold, BOLD!
Oh-oh-oh-oh, you’ve been warned!
Oh-oh-oh-oh, taste the storm!

[Outro]
So when life’s mild, and your guts feel tame,
Grab a fork—and scream its name!
"Surströmming…"

[Final Chorus]
Hold your nose, bite the dare—
Surströmming’s stink’s beyond compare!
A Nordic storm in a can of gold,
Love it or hate it, it’s bold, bold, BOLD!
Oh-oh-oh-oh, you’ve been warned!
Oh-oh-oh-oh, taste the storm!

Surströmming’s Stink

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