Most of the Manele lyrics are illogic, gramatically incorrect and basically consist of the "big guy" braging about his wealth and "value", about his (probably in his dreams!) ability to pick up chicks,while wishing his ennemies to die of jealousy, or lamely whining about his chick who has left him and deserted his heart.
Interprets of manele distinguish themselves by having freaky and ridiculous stage names such as "Sorin the Golden Kid" or Vali the Storm" (in Romanian it sounds a lot worse, believe me!!!!) and by wearing totally unstylish/non-matching clothes in manner of gangsta wannabees (pathetic wanabees, I mean!), big and equally unstylish gold jewleries and at least one ton of hair gel.
A singer or fan of manele is called "manelist"; someone who hates them is "antimanelist"-in Romania, the puyblic oppinion is mostly divided among those two groups.
"Antimanelisti" are usually emo, goth, punk, hipsters or simply smart guys
- Come on bitch, let's get the latest manele compilation from the bus station's shop.
The dumb illiterate bitch walking next to the Dumb whore wearing a nike soccer cap, ballet shoes covered in gold, adidas running pants and a t-shirt cith visible Versace logo
- Yeah bitch let's buy it and listen to it all day long till that motherfucking dumb ass punk rocker ska skate kids come and kick our miserable asses