Jokelang 2/Corpus

Here's a bunch of Jokelang 2 translations and original texts from here and there collected, compiled, and (eventually) glossed.

Assorted translations

Single sentences

Yup, slappen blup batched shucks!

I don't like them putting chemicals in the water that turn the friggin' frogs gay!

Whirbuh chugglesbuh.

You are an apple.

Villain, I have done thy mother.

Howdy whipplenorp, xnopyt forwhittling ney hague no whir.

Xnopyt gudder frupple frupple.

I did not have sexual relations with that woman.

You forwhittling nun blyat.

We do a little trolling.

Whir bonk daker jon.

You fuck like a duck.

Multiple sentences

Low jayo ney we, yonnerbuh ey oh guss pingueup ey maybe ation. An woop no ludge nun urneybuh shucks oh foyup ey knuge bouba keeky no ludge. Guss pingueup ey nah yeah run. Won a guss guive ey oh a murican real oh reelbuh.

According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way that a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyways. Because bees don't care what humans think is impossible.

Whir boptonhart ney gunter one boy no whir won nor hay shamwow ah whir yike ah bonk hoobastank no nor. Spillet capiche. Uh articbuh. Ford.

Have you ever been beaten by a wet spaghetti noodle by your girlfriend because she has a twin sister and you got confused and fucked her dad? Well that’s how it feels to drive a Ford F-250. Ford.

1978 Finnish election (nun kekkonen no perkle no bin dokas use on-yeti seckies)

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Longer translations

Song translations

I Am The Walrus

Xnopytbuh innitbuh whirbuh innitbuh jon whirbuh xnopytbuh jon Ah you lupper whizz Whoodle ey oh heehoo skidaddle whie a cop jon they nank man ell Whoodle ey oh heehoo pingueup ey whie Xnopyted dam Tuchusup bud cellage dea Noarbuh ey oh heppey hyuck quent Tshirt no rittle, Sunday waner idgit Howdy whirbuh ney cratosebuh fubb {"You let your face grow long" here; the rest coming later}

I am he as you are he as you are me And we are all together See how they run like pigs from a gun See how they fly I'm crying Sitting on a corn flake Waiting for the van to come Corporation T-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday Man you've been a naughty boy You let your face grow long I am the egg man They are the egg men I am the walrus Goo goo g'joob Mister City policeman sitting Pretty little policemen in a row See how they fly like Lucy in the sky, see how they run I'm crying, I'm crying I'm crying, I'm crying Yellow matter custard Dripping from a dead dog's eye Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess Boy, you've been a naughty girl, you let your knickers down I am the egg man They are the egg men I am the walrus Goo goo g'joob Sitting in an English garden Waiting for the sun If the sun don't come you get a tan From standing in the English rain I am the egg man (now good sir) They are the egg men (a poor man, made tame to fortune's blows) I am the walrus Goo goo g'joob, goo goo goo g'joob (good pity) Expert, texpert choking smokers Don't you think the joker laughs at you (ho ho ho, hee hee hee, hah hah hah) See how they smile like pigs in a sty, see how they snide I'm crying Semolina Pilchard Climbing up the Eiffel tower Elementary penguin singing Hare Krishna Man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allen Poe I am the egg man They are the egg men I am the walrus Goo goo g'joob, goo goo goo g'joob Goo goo g'joob, goo goo goo g'joob, goo Joob, joob, jooba Jooba, jooba, jooba Joob, jooba Joob, jooba Umpa, umpa, stick it up your jumper (jooba, jooba) Umpa, umpa, stick it up your jumper Everybody's got one (umpa, umpa) Everybody's got one (stick it up your jumper) Everybody's got one (umpa, umpa) Everybody's got one (stick it up your jumper) Everybody's got one (umpa, umpa) Everybody's got one (stick it up your jumper) Everybody's got one (umpa, umpa) Everybody's got one (stick it up your jumper) Everybody's got one (umpa, umpa) Everybody's got one (stick it up your jumper) Everybody's got one (umpa, umpa) Slave Thou hast slain me Villain, take my purse If I ever Bury my body The letters which though find'st about me To Edmund Earl of Gloucester Seek him out upon the British Party O untimely death I know thee well A serviceable villain, as duteous to the vices of thy mistress As badness would desire What, is is he dead? Sit you down, Father, rest you

Original texts

Single sentences

A Englishtress ube shucks a ump athink ah oob shucks an narkle, ah yonnerbuh athinkness no nun welpup tork nun hokingbuh (nun yeet he narkle man gibbernack no hip newer jon).

Jokelang 2 speakers generally strongly like small ravens and strongly dislike large crows, and the usual method of hunting them is hoking (throwing one's shoe at the crow as if it were a country's leader).

Ough ough ough ough ough ough ough.

A pound and ounce of sand eternally hates a kilogram and gram of battery acid.

Xnopyt meek ney.

I am in a relationship with a vampire and a werewolf.

Whuh whuh ey shuck howdy capiche.

Now listen here you little shit.

Shucks, buster!

It just evolved!