Take That Look Off Your Face
((Dutch Version: Waarom Lach Je Naar Mij (Sanne) - 1996))
Composer(s): Don Black - Andrew Lloyd Webber
First release by: Marti Webb - 1980
Covered by multiple other artists



You must be mistaken, it couldn't have been
You couldn't have seen him yesterday
He's doin' some deal up in Baltimore now
I hate it when he's away

You must be mistaken, I'm sure that you are
There's more than one car with stickers on
And lots of young guys wear corduroy pants
And I'd know if he hadn't gone

Take that look off your face (Take that look off your face)
I can see through your smile (I can see through your smile)
You would love to be right
I bet you didn't sleep good last night
Couldn't wait to bring all of that bad news to my door
Well I've got news for you, I knew before

If I'm not mistaken it started last year
I'm not very clear how it began
I noticed the change but I just closed my eyes
As only a woman can

So I didn't dig deep (So I didn't dig deep)
I did not want to know (I did not want to know)
Well you don't interfere
When you're scared of the things you might hear
When you thought, you think I will end this right there and then
Well, my fair weather friend, you're wrong again

(Take that look off your face) Take that look off your face
(I can see through your smile) I can see through your smile
You would love to be right
I bet you didn't sleep good last night
Couldn't wait to bring all of that bad news to my door
Well I've got news for you, I knew befo-o-o-o-o-o-o-ore

(Take that look off your face)
I can see through your smile (I can see through your smile)
You would love to be right
I bet you didn't sleep good last night
Couldn't wait to bring all of that bad news to my door
Well I've got news for you, I knew befo-o-o-o-o-o-o-ore

(Take that look off your face)
I can see through your smile (I can see through your smile)
You would love to be right
I bet you didn't sleep good last night
Couldn't wait to bring all of that bad news to my door
Well I've got news for you, I knew befo-o-o-o-o-o-o-ore ...

Kom Dichter
English Title: Move Closer
Performer(s): Wendy Van Wanten
(Originally performed by: Phyllis Nelson)



Hey lieverd, jij gaat jou weg
En ik de mijne
Maar op dit moment

Zijn we nog samen
Ted're gebaren
En ons lichaam
Volgt ons gevoel
Als we dansen
Vingers die zoeken
En het ritme
Zachtjes deinend

Kom dichter
Breng je lichaam zo dicht
tot jij voelt
Voelt dat we verder moeten gaan
Kom dichter
Breng je lichaam zo dicht
Tot jij voelt
Voelt dat ik veel meer wil van jou

Zo zoet als honing
Jij smaakt als suiker
Ja, alles wat ik proef smelt op m'n tong
Hoe meer ik proef, hoe meer ik verlang
Ik raak aan jou zo verslaafd

En als ik mocht kiezen
Wil ik jou nooit verliezen
Maar als straks de zon weer schijnt
Weet ik dat jij weer verwijnt
Toe

Kom dichter
Breng je lichaam zo dicht
tot jij voelt
Voelt dat we verder moeten gaan
Kom dichter
Breng je lichaam zo dicht
Tot jij voelt
Voelt dat ik veel meer wil van jou

Hey lieverd, jij gaat jou weg
En ik de mijne

C & A Blues
Composer(s): Big Bill Broonzy
Performer(s): Big Bill Broonzy



It's a little train leavin' outta here, they call the C 'n' A
Why do take me home baby, I'm goin' home to stay
because I'm leavin' in the mornin', Lord on that C 'n' A
Yes I'm goin' back to St Louis, I'm goin' back to stay
My baby got unlucky, she left from home
What she gonna come back and say when she find her daddy gone
Because ...
My woman walks around, her mouth poked out
She won't tell nobody, what it's all about
Because ...
Now pack up all my clothes, shove 'em to your door
I'm leavin' this mornin' mama, I won't be back no more
Because ...
Now the C's for Chicago, A for Arkan'
Why I done leave you baby 'cause I'm tired of takin' your doggin'
Now baby I'm ...

Waarom Lach Je Naar Mij
((Adapted from: Take That Look Off Your Face (Marti Webb) - 1980))
Composer(s): Don Black - Andrew Lloyd Webber - Erik Van Neygen 
Performer(s): Sanne - 1996



Je moet je vergissen
het kan echt niet zijn
het kan mijn man niet zijn
die je gisteren zag
hij moest voor de zaak
naar een beurs in Parijs
oh, wat mis ik zijn lieve lach

je moet je vergissen
ik geloof niks van jou
er is meer dan één auto
met stickers op
en meer dan één man
met een wiegende gang
hij is enkel verliefd op zijn job

waarom lach je naar mij?
ik zie zo door je heen
je geniet van 't idee
je geniet van je rol
als de fee
die komt waarschuwen
voor het immens grote gevaar
wel ik heb nieuws voor jou
ik gun het haar

het is geen vergissing
't begon vorig jaar
hij moest vaker naar het buitenland
hij veranderde zo
maar ik wou het niet zien
hij bracht vaak bloemen mee bovendien

nee, ik vroeg hem niet uit
ik keek zijn jassen niet na
en ik draaide mijn rug
toen je zei
"hij komt nooit meer terug"
want ik wist
't is niet meer dan een dom avontuur
wel mijn beste vriendin
wat zeg je nu?

Move Closer
Dutch Title: Kom Dichter
Composer(s): Phyllis Nelson
Originally performed by: Phyllis Nelson
Covered by various other artists



Hey baby, you go your way 
And I´ll go mine 
But in the meantime 

When we're together, touchin' each other 
And our bodies do what we feel 
When we´re dancin', smoochin' and swayin' 
Tender love song softly playin'

Move closer
Move your body real close 
Until we-ee-ee-ee
Feel like we're really makin' love 

Ooh-ooh, move closer
Move your body real close 
Until we feel like we're really makin' love 

So when I say sugar-ar and I whisper I love vou
We-e-ell I know you´re gonna answer in the sweetest voice
Sayin' my pretty la-ady
I love you too-oo-oo-oo-ooh well

There's much room for passion, ooh-no-no
There's no room for fears 
When, the love flows smoothly between us, baby
my dear-ear-ear-ear-ear

Mooooove

Move closer
Move your body real close 
Until we feel like we're really makin' love 

Woh-oh-oh, move closer
Move your body real close

Give Me News I Can Use
Composer(s): John Kay
Performer(s): Steppenwolf



Good evening one and all, this is channel 24
Bringing you the latest news around the world
Down in Florida today, someone tried to get away
When he commandeered the train at Disney World
Until noon it was a standoff, but then he lost his luck
When someone shot him down, dressed up like Donald Duck
It was a midget G-man
And we're sorry that we could not show it live
But we'll have film of the shooting here at five
Give me some news I can use, let me smile for a while
For the madness has taken it's toll
Give me some news I can use, just a break for the sake
Of my mind which is losing control
From Washington today, called a senator to say
That our future has been cancelled 'cause we're broke
We called the white house without end finally reached the President
Says he don't know if it's real or just a joke
And last night at the playoffs, things got pretty grim
They crucified the referee and tore him limb from limb
Ah, you should have been there
And in the weather, there's a hurricane in sight
And that's the way it is with us tonight
Give me some news I can use, let me smile for a while
For the madness has taken it's toll
Give me some news I can use, just a break for the sake
Of my mind which is losing control
Seems like every single day another mind gets blown away
And the world goes just a little more insane
I got problems of my own, tryin' to keep my house and home
And I sure could stand some cheerful news again
My agent called to tell me my record's on the chart
It's number 90 with an anchor, I never said that it was art
I gotta eat too, ya know
And my buddy who still owes me for his bail
He says, don't worry, your check is in the mail
Give me some news I can use, let me smile for a while
For the madness has taken it's toll
Give me some news I can use, just a break for the sake
Of my mind which is losing control

If You Love Me, Baby (Take Out Some Insurance On Me Baby)
Composer(s): Singleton - Hall
Performer(s): The Beatles (with Tony Sheridan)



If you leave me baby
I don't know what I'll do
I guess I would die, sweetheart 
if I don't get a kiss from you

Take out some insurance on me baby 
take out some insurance on me baby 
Well if you ever, ever say goodbye
I'm gonna walk right back and die

Oh if you want me baby
you got to come to me
I'm just like a string feeling 
You just can't lose me 

Take out some insurance on me baby 
ooo some insurance on me baby 
Well if you ever, ever say goodbye
I'm gonna walk right over and die 

Well if you want me baby
mm you got to come to me
I'm just like a strong feeling 
You just can't lose me

Take out some insurance on me baby 
mm some insurance on me baby 
Well if you ever, ever say goodbye
I'm gonna walk right over and die 

Well if you leave me baby
I don't know what I'll do 
I guess I would die, sweetheart 
if I don't get a kiss from you 

Take out some insurance on me baby 
ooo some goddamn insurance on me baby 
If you ever, ever say goodbye
I'm gonna walk right over and die

Move
Composer(s): Antonio "Jess" Lameirinhas;
Fernando Lameirinhas; Ralph Benatar
Performer(s): Jess & James and the J.J. Band



All right folks
Tonight we're gonna dance with the JJ Band
And I hope you enjoy yourselves
And here we go

Aaagggghhhhhhhhhh
I want you to move man, Yeah
And everybody's gotta move
Yeah, right now
You make me sing if you don't

We gotta move
We gotta move
We gotta move
We gotta move

Yeah, keep on dancin'
Keep on shoutin'
Keep on ????????

Yeah, keep on movin'
Keep on dancin'
Keep on top

Give Me Love (Give Me Peace On Earth)
Composer(s): George Harrison
Performer(s): George Harrison; Dave Davies; 
Bob Koenig; Jeff Lynne; Marisa Monte



Give me love
Give me love
Give me peace on earth
Give me light
Give me life
Keep me free from birth
Give me hope
Help me cope, with this heavy load
Trying to, touch and reach you with
heart and soul

Om m m m m m m m m m m m m m
M m m My Lord . . .

Please take hold of my hand, that
I might understand you

Won't you please
Oh won't you

Give me love
Give me love
Give me peace on earth
Give me light
Give me life
Keep me free from birth
Give me hope
Help me cope, with this heavy load
Trying to, touch and reach you with,
heart and soul

Om m m m m m m m m m m m m m
M m m My Lord . . .

Please take hold of my hand, that
I might understand you

Take Off Time
Composer(s): Autry Inman
Performer(s): Claude Gray; Don Walser



I can't wait till the sun to go down
Get myself headed into town
I'm a-gonna Schlitz and Bud and Bush
Till I get high

I've had enough of reality
Lookin' for a world of fantasy
I got a plan to get a brew in my hand
'Cause it's take off time

The rent's past due and the landlord said
I got till two to pay the 'lectric bill
I got me on my knees, beggin' please
But tonight I fly

My Wife's sat home waitin' for my check
When I don't show, she's a-gonna raise heck
But I got a flash, I'm a-gettin' the cash
Tonight's take off time

I'm a-gonna climb to dizzying heights
I'm a-gonna shine like the neon lights
I'm a-gonna sing and dance and drink
And blow my mind

When I get through, I'll be in a mess
But I'll tell you, I couldn't care less
'Cause even so when I get this low
It's take off time

Some folks fly TWA
But I know a whole lot better way
The comin' down's rough, the hangover's tough
But I like the climb

I never had a pill and I never will
But the kick is the same when you learn to kill
You're troubles and blues, with a couple of brews
'Cause that's take off time

I'm a-gonna climb to dizzying heights
I'm a-gonna shine like the neon lights
I'm a-gonna sing and dance and drink
And blow my mind

When I get through I'll be in a mess
But I'll tell you, I couldn't care less
'Cause even so when I get this low
It's take off time

Tora Pou Pas Stin Xenitia
((French Version: Celui Que J'aime (Nana Mouskouri))
Composer(s): Manos Hadjidakis - Nikos Gatsos
Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri



Tora pou pas stin xenitia, pouli tha gino tou notia
Grigora na s' antamoso
Yia na sou fero to stavro pou mou paragiles na vro
Dachtilidi na sou doso
 	 
Isoun kiparissi stin avli agapimeno
Pios tha mou harisi to fili pou perimeno
St' omorfo akrogiali kartero na mou 'rthis pali
San mikro, haroumeno pouli
 	 
Isoun kiparissi stin avli agapimeno
Pios tha mou harisi to fili pou perimeno
St' omorfo akrogiali kartero na mou 'rthis pali
San mikro, haroumeno pouli	
 	 
Hrisi mou agapi, eche yia, na 'ne mazi sou i panayia
Ki otan 'rthi to peristeri	
Tha 'ho kremasi filachto sto parathyri t' anichto	
Tin kardia mou san asteri	
 	 
Isoun kiparissi stin avli agapimeno
Pios tha mou harisi to fili pou perimeno
St' omorfo akrogiali kartero na mou 'rthis pali
San mikro, haroumeno pouli	
 	 
Isoun kiparissi stin avli agapimeno
Pios tha mou harisi to fili pou perimeno
St' omorfo akrogiali kartero na mou 'rthis pali	
San mikro, haroumeno pouli

Mourir Sur Scène
(English, Italian, & Spanish Versions: Born To Sing; Quando Nasce Un Nuovo Amore; Morir Cantando)
Composer(s): Michel Jouveaux; Jeff Barnel
First release by: Dalida - 1983
Covered by multiple other artists



Viens, mais ne viens pas quand je serai seule
Quand le rideau un jour tombera
Je veux qu'il tombe derrière moi

Viens, mais ne viens pas quand je serai seul
Moi qui ai tout choisi dans ma vie
Je veux choisir ma mort aussi
Il y a ceux qui veulent mourir un jour de pluie
Et d'autres en plein soleil
Il y a ceux qui veulent mourir seuls dans un lit
Tranquilles dans leur sommeil

Moi je veux mourir sur scène
Devant les projecteurs
Oui je veux mourir sur scène
Le cœur ouvert tout en couleurs
Mourir sans la moindre peine
Au dernier rendez-vous
Moi je veux mourir sur scène
En chantant jusqu'au bout

Viens, mais ne vient pas quand je serai seule
Tous les deux on se connaît déjà
On s'est vu de près souviens-toi

Viens, mais ne viens pas quand je serai seule
Choisis plutôt un soir de gala
Si tu veux danser avec moi
Ma vie a brûlé sous trop de lumières
Je ne peux pas partir dans l'ombre
Moi je veux mourir fusillée de lasers
Devant une salle comble

Moi je veux mourir sur scène
Devant les projecteurs
Oui je veux mourir sur scène
Le cœur ouvert tout en couleurs
Mourir sans la moindre peine
Au dernier rendez-vous
Moi je veux mourir sur scène
En chantant jusqu'au bout
Musique
Mourir sans la moindre peine
D'une mort bien orchestrée
Moi, je veux mourir sur scène
C'est là que je suis née

Give Me Louisiana
Composer(s): Doralice Fontane; Dr. John Croom



Give me Louisiana
The State where I was born 
The State of snowy cotton
The best I've ever known 
A State of sweet magnolias
And Creole melodies
Oh give me Louisiana
The State where I was born 
Oh what sweet old mem'ries 
The mossy old oaks bring
It brings us the story 
of our Evangeline
A State of old tradition
of old plantation days 
Makes good ole Louisiana 
The sweetest of all States

Oh! Carol
Composer(s): Neil Sedaka - Howard Greenfield
First release by: Neil Sedaka - 1959
Covered by multiple other artists



Oh! Carol, I am but a fool
Darling I love you though you treat me cruel
You hurt me and you made me cry
But if you leave me I will surely die

Darling there will never be another
'Cause I love you so
don't ever leave me
Say you'll never go
I will always want you for my sweetheart
No matter what you do
Oh! Carol, I'm so in love with you

Oh, Carol …
Darling …

Take Off
Composer(s): Kerry Crawford - Marc Giacomelli - Jonathan Goldsmith - Rick Moranis - Dave Thomas
Performer(s): Bob & Doug McKenzie



This is where the DJ talks 
Don't say anything, okay?
Okay, eh?

Cooo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coooo!
Cooo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coooo!

Okay
Good day 
Welcome to our single 
I'm Bob McKenzie and this is my brother Doug
How's it going, eh?

Beauty, eh?
Yeah, I like that

Okay 
(Okay)
Okay, everyone 
This record was my idea
Get out!
It was
You're lying!
He... Hosehead here just sort of rid on my coattails
Why are you doing this? It was our idea together, eh?
Yeah, okay
(Yeah, okay)
We agreed to... to say that, but...
Ah, take off!

Take off! To the Great White North!
Take off! It's a beauty way to go
Take off! To the Great White North!

Decent singing, eh?
Yeah
Yeah, he's good
Okay, so Good Day 
Our topic today is music
That's right like, 'cause my brother and I are now experts in the field
Yeah, right, 'cause we're a band now 
(Yeah, yeah, so...)
And ummm... Well, except for him, I'm a band
Aww 
How can you do that? Making me look bad 
You're such a hosehead
Yea? Well, take off!

Take off! To the Great White North!
Take off! It's a beauty way to go
Take off! To the Great White North!

Hey, hosehead
Yeah, what?
Yeah, listen to this what's coming 
You know what it is?
What?
It's a drum solo!
Okay, everyone, like this is me on the drums!
Oh, get out! It is not 
You're not...
It is so!
Stop lying, will ya?
Take off, eh!
Aww...

Take off! To the Great White North!
Take off! It's a beauty way to go
Take off! To the Great White North!

Take off! To the Great White North!
Take off! It's a beauty way to go
Take off! To the Great White North!

Take off!

Ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo, ooooo!
Ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo, ooooo!

(Repeat to end of song)

Beauty, eh?
Like magic, eh? It's coming in
Well, that's like...
It's like it was sung by angels
Hey, hosehead
Yeah, what?
Guess what?
What?
It's over!
Take off! That can't be it!
Well... It is, yeah 
Yeah, it is
Why?
Because, well, hit records are short 
Like, they...
No way
... yeah, they're not that long
Okay 
So, that's our topic for today 
So, Good Day!
Good day!

Ay, you guys!
What?
Take off!

Wait! No!
Hey! Don't go!
No! Come back, eh?
Aww 
Look what you did! Everybody's gone because of you! 
You said...
Come back! I won't let him do it again!
My fault, eh?
Yeah, your fault
You are such a hoser
There's no way I'll ever do another record with you Hoser
Okay, that's fine! I'll do a solo album
Fine then, you'll be looking for me...
Yeah? I will not
...on another label
Aww 
Now everybody's gone
So?
Good day!
Good day!

Mourir Pour Des Idées
Italian Titles: Morire Per Delle Idee; Morire Per Un'idea
Composer(s): Georges Brassens
Originally performed by: Georges Brassens
Covered by various other artists



Mourir pour des idées, l'idée est excellente
Moi j'ai failli mourir de ne l'avoir pas eu
Car tous ceux qui l'avaient, multitude accablante
En hurlant à la mort me sont tombés dessus
Ils ont su me convaincre et ma muse insolente
Abjurant ses erreurs, se rallie à leur foi
Avec un soupçon de réserve toutefois
Mourrons pour des idées, d'accord, mais de mort lente,
D'accord, mais de mort lente

Jugeant qu'il n'y a pas péril en la demeure
Allons vers l'autre monde en flânant en chemin
Car, à forcer l'allure, il arrive qu'on meure
Pour des idées n'ayant plus cours le lendemain
Or, s'il est une chose amère, désolante
En rendant l'âme à Dieu c'est bien de constater
Qu'on a fait fausse route, qu'on s'est trompé d'idée
Mourrons pour des idées, d'accord, mais de mort lente
D'accord, mais de mort lente

Les saint jean bouche d'or qui prêchent le martyre
Le plus souvent, d'ailleurs, s'attardent ici-bas
Mourir pour des idées, c'est le cas de le dire
C'est leur raison de vivre, ils ne s'en privent pas
Dans presque tous les camps on en voit qui supplantent
Bientôt Mathusalem dans la longévité
J'en conclus qu'ils doivent se dire, en aparté
"Mourrons pour des idées, d'accord, mais de mort lente
D'accord, mais de mort lente"

Des idées réclamant le fameux sacrifice
Les sectes de tout poil en offrent des séquelles
Et la question se pose aux victimes novices
Mourir pour des idées, c'est bien beau mais lesquelles ?
Et comme toutes sont entre elles ressemblantes
Quand il les voit venir, avec leur gros drapeau
Le sage, en hésitant, tourne autour du tombeau
Mourrons pour des idées, d'accord, mais de mort lente
D'accord, mais de mort lente

Encor s'il suffisait de quelques hécatombes
Pour qu'enfin tout changeât, qu'enfin tout s'arrangeât
Depuis tant de "grands soirs" que tant de têtes tombent
Au paradis sur terre on y serait déjà
Mais l'âge d'or sans cesse est remis aux calendes
Les dieux ont toujours soif, n'en ont jamais assez
Et c'est la mort, la mort toujours recommencée
Mourrons pour des idées, d'accord, mais de mort lente
D'accord, mais de mort lente

O vous, les boutefeux, ô vous les bons apôtres
Mourez donc les premiers, nous vous cédons le pas
Mais de grâce, morbleu! laissez vivre les autres!
La vie est à peu près leur seul luxe ici bas
Car, enfin, la Camarde est assez vigilante
Elle n'a pas besoin qu'on lui tienne la faux
Plus de danse macabre autour des échafauds!
Mourrons pour des idées, d'accord, mais de mort lente
D'accord, mais de mort lente

Give Me Just A Little More Time
Composer(s): Ronald Dunbar; Brian Holland; Edyth Wayne
Performer(s): Chairmen Of The Board;
and various other artists



Chorus: 
Give me just a little more time
And our love will surely grow
Give me just a little more time
And our love will surely grow

Life's too short to make a mistake
Let's think of each other and hesitate
Young and impatient we may be
There's no need to act foolishly
If we part our hearts won't forget it
Years from now we'll surely regret it

Chorus

You're young and you're in a hurry
You're eager for love but don't you worry
We both want the sweetness in life
But these things don't come overnight
Don't give up cos love's been slow
Boy, we're gonna succeed with another blow

Give me just a little more time
And our love will surely grow
Baby please baby
Baby please baby

Love is that mountain we must climb
Let's climb it together your hand in mine
We haven't known each other too long
But the feeling I have is oh so strong
I know we can make it there's no doubt
We owe it to ourselves to find it out

Just

Chorus

Give me just a little more time
And our love will surely grow
Baby, please baby
Baby, please baby

Chorus: (repeat and fade)

Take My Heart 
Composer(s): Bill Borrelli - Pat Genaro
Performer(s): Al Martino



Take my heart, it’s yours forever
Tell me yours is mine alone
Since we met I can’t forget you
Love like this I’ve never known

Every single beat tells the same refrain
Won’t you please believe me
Darling, if we part, with you goes my heart
So don’t deceive me
Hear my plea and say you love me
Please be mine and take my heart

Oh, you should know I love you madly
Please be mine and take my heart

Morire Per Delle Idee (aka Morire Per Un'idea)
French Title: Mourir Pour Des Idées
Composer(s): Georges Brassens; Fabrizio De André
Performer(s):  Fabrizio De André
and various other artists
(Originally performed by: Georges Brassens)



Morire per delle idee, l'idea è affascinante
per poco io morivo senza averla mai avuta
perchè chi ce l'aveva, una folla di gente
gridando "viva la morte" proprio addosso mi è caduta

Mi avevano convinto e la mia musa insolente
abiurando i suoi errori, aderì alla loro fede
dicendomi peraltro in separata sede
moriamo per delle idee, va bè, ma di morte lenta, va bè
ma di morte lenta

Approfittando di non essere fragilissimi di cuore
andiamo all'altro mondo bighellonando un poco
perchè forzando il passo succede che si muore
per delle idee che non han più corso il giorno dopo

Ora se c'è una cosa amara, desolante
è quella di capire all'ultimo momento
che l'idea giusta era un'altra, un altro movimento
moriamo per delle idee, va bè, ma di morte lenta
ma di morte lenta

Gli apostoli di turno che apprezzano il martirio
lo predicano spesso per novant'anni almeno

Morire per delle idee sarà il caso di dirlo
è il loro scopo di vivere, non sanno farne a meno

E sotto ogni bandiera li vediamo superare
il buon matusalemme nella longevità
per conto mio si dicono in tutta intimità
moriamo per delle idee, va bè, ma di morte lenta, va bè
ma di morte lenta

A chi va poi cercando verità meno fittizie
ogni tipo di setta offre moventi originali
e la scelta è imbarazzante per le vittime novizie
morire per delle idee è molto bello ma per quali

E il vecchio che si porta già i fiori sulla tomba
vedendole venire dietro il grande stendardo
pensa "speriamo bene che arrivino in ritardo"
moriamo per delle idee, va bè, ma di morte lenta, va bè
ma di morte lenta

E voi gli sputafuoco, e voi i nuovi santi
crepate pure per primi noi vi cediamo il passo
però per gentilezza lasciate vivere gli altri
la vita è grosso modo il loro unico lusso
tanto più che la carogna è già abbastanza attenta
non c'è nessun bisogno di reggerle la falce
basta con le garrote in nome della pace
moriamo per delle idee, va bè, ma di morte lenta
ma di morte lenta

Give Me Forty Acres
Composer(s): Earl Green; John William Greene
Performer(s): The Willis Brothers;
Jim McReynolds; Red Simpson



He was headin' into Boston in a big, long diesel truck
It was his first trip to Boston, he was having lots of luck
He was going the wrong direction down a one-way street in town
And this is what he said when the police chased him down

Chorus:
Give me forty acres and I'll turn this rig around
It's the easiest way that I've found ... 
Some guys can turn it on a dime or turn it right downtown
But I need forty acres to turn this rig around

When he finally found where to unload, he had a dreadful shock
His trailer pointed toward the road and his cab right to the dock
And as he looked around him through the tears he made this sound
Oh, give me forty acres and I'll turn this rig around

Chorus

When he finally got unloaded, he was glad to leave the town
He was very, very happy, headin' back to Alabam'
When up ahead he saw a sign, said; "You are Northward bound"
He said; "Give me forty acres and I'll turn this rig around"

He was driving down the right lane, when ahead he saw a sign
Now he's gotta make a left turn, but he cannot get in line
And the tears were streaming down his cheeks and they all heard him yell
"Give me forty sticks of dynamite and I'll blow this thing to ...!"

Chorus