Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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En Enkel Sang Om Frihed ((Adapted from: Simple Song Of Freedom (Tim Hardin) - 1969))
Composer(s): Bobby Darin - Eddie Skoller
Performer(s): Eddie Skoller - 1970
Kom og syng en enkel sang om frihed Syng den højt så alle kan forstå Folk hvorend I bor, syng nu med i kor Vi må ha fred hvis verden skal bestå
Alle I som slås i fjerne lande Ved I egntlig hvad det er der sker? I gør hvad der blir sagt, marcherer frem i takt og dræber uden nytte fler og fler
Kom og syng en enkel sang om frihed Syng den højt så alle kan forstå Folk hvorend I bor, syng nu med i kor Vi må ha fred hvis verden skal bestå
Hvorfor har man valgt at lave grænser og adskilt bror og søster med en mur? Hvem kan være tolk, for alle verdens folk så de høje statsmænd ser det ikke dur
Kom og syng en enkel sang om frihed Ja, syng den højt så alle kan forstå Folk hvorend I bor, syng nu med i kor Vi må ha fred hvis verden skal bestå
Hør nu alle mennsker her på jorden man mader jer med løgne dag for dag Verden den er hård, men jeg håber I forstår at vi alle kæmper for den samme sag
Kom og syng en enkel sang om frihed Syng den højt så alle kan forstå Folk hvorend I bor, syng nu med i kor Vi må ha fred hvis verden skal bestå
Så kom og syng en enkel sang om frihed Ja, syng den højt så alle kan forstå Folk hvorend I bor, syng nu med i kor Vi må ha fred hvis verden skal bestå
Folk hvorend I bor, syng nu med i kor For vi må ha fred hvis verden skal bestå
Paul Cow-Boy Composer(s): Pierre Rapsat; E. Anaïs Performer(s): Pierre Rapsat
Tu marches sur l'pavé en y roulant la petite vie Avec tes humeurs emblousonnées Tu joues les cowboys Années 80 Le cur dans le cuir Le col en zippé pour coincer tes peurs! Tu te planques derrière une cigarette, Paul Tu te planques derrière une cigarette!
Si une fille te sourit, tu sens le trottoir tanguer Ton air de John Wayne, désarçonné! Si ses yeux s'accrochent Tes allures de dur Ont l'éperon brisé Tu plonges dans ta poche jusqu'à ton paquet! Tu te planques derrière une cigarette, Paul Tu te planques derrière une cigarette!
Tu prends des attitudes à la Bogart démodé Geste dégagé derrière la fumée pour oser Mots ennicotinés ...! Tu crois comme à dix ans qu'ça fait viril, que ça fait grand! Tu te planques derrière une cigarette, Paul Tu te planques derrière une cigarette!
Quand sous les projecteurs, je prends le trac Quand la musique craque et que les applaudis claquent Je cherche la cigarette! Je prends du courage sur Papier roulé "9" centimètres!
Alors pour ce soir, dégaine et passe-moi ton paquet Que j'me planque derrière une cigarette, Paul! Que j'me planque derrière une cigarette... Que j'me planque derrière une cigarette...
Algo Prodigioso Composer(s): F. García Morcillo; C. Murillo First performance by: José Guardiola - 1963
Alguien vela por el niño cuando se quedo dormido Alguien que un millón de estrellas puso sobre el infinto Alguien que a las golondrinas a lejanas tierras siempre guiará Alguien que al desesperado un camino indica que le salvará
Ese algo prodigioso que a mi vida iluminó Con un sol maravilloso: la ternura de tu amor Tú, sólo tú, que en mi vida eres rayo de luz Tú, manantial de alegría, de calma y de paz
Ese algo prodigioso que a mi vida iluminó Con un sol maravilloso: la ternura de tu amor Tú, sólo tú, que en mi vida eres rayo de luz Tú, manantial de alegría, de calma y de paz
Alguien vela por el niño cuando se quedo dormido Alguien que un millón de estrellas puso sobre el infinto
Patricia The Stripper Composer(s): Chris De Burgh Performer(s): Chris De Burgh
Dennis is a menace With his "Anyone for tennis?" And he'd beseech me to come keep the score And Maude says, "Oh Lord, I'm so terribly bored" I really can't stand it anymore...
I'm going...out to dinner With a gorgeous singer To a little place I know Down by the key
Her name is Patricia She calls herself Delicia And the reason isn't Very hard to see
She says, God made her a sinner Just to keep fat men thinner As they tumble down in heaps Before her feet
They hang around in groups Like battle weary troops One can often see the Queue right down the street
You see, Patricia Or Delicia Not only is a singer She also removes all her clothing
For Patricia Is the best stripper in town...
And with a swing of her hips She started to strip To tremendous applause She took of her drawers
And with a lick of her lips She undid all her clips Threw it all in the air And everyone stared
And as the last piece of clothing Fell to the floor The police were banging on the door On a Saturday night In 1924
Take it away boys...
But, Patricia was arrested And everyone detested The manner in which she was exposed
Later on in court where everyone thought A summer's run in jail would be proposed..
But the judge said, "Patricia Or may I say Delicia The facts of this case lie before me (knock, knock, knock) Case dismissed... This gal was in her working clothes...
And with a swing of her hips She started to strip To tremendous applause She took off her drawers
And with a lick of her lips She undid all her clips Threw it all in the air And everyone stared
And as the last piece of clothing Fell to the floor The police were yelling out for more (more) On a Saturday night In 1924
Patricia Composer(s): Pérez Prado Performer(s): Pérez Prado; and various other artists
Kiss her and your lips will always want Patricia Stroll her, see Patricia move with all her charms Mambo, Cha-cha, or Meringue it's Patricia Heaven, that's where you'll be when she's in you're arms
??? in Japan they brag about the Geisha Who cares, long Uncle Sam has got Patricia Eyes that have a starry sort of gleam for you She is like a million dollar dream come true Everybody wishes they'd could steal her heart away, I guess There's so many trying but she never, never will say yes Eyes that have a starry sort of gleam for you She is like a million dollar dream come true
Kiss her and your lips will always want Patricia Stroll her, see Patricia move with all her charms ??? in Japan they brag about the Geisha Who cares, long Uncle Sam has got Patricia
Lewis And Clark Composer(s): Bill Fries; Chip Davis Performer(s): C.W. McCall
Now Arnie Jones and Marybeth Jensen's in a 'vette down by the depot Had John Denver on 8-track, gettin' high Marybeth's wig was on the floor and Arnold's feet was out the door When we shined our flashlight in Arnold's startled eyes I says, "What you doin' boy? Don't you know that's against the law? We just gonna have to get this situation under control Now my name's Fairweather Lewis and this here's Willard Clark And we the Pottawattamie County love patrol"
Then two hippies in their Chevy's, puffin' grass and sippin' wine 'Bout fourteen miles south-east of Council Bluffs They was passin' round the peacepipe when we caught 'em with our flashlight And Willard's hairy hands applied the cuffs And I says, "Boys, you got some trouble, you commitin' herbicide We just gonna have to get this situation under control 'Cause I'm Fairweather Lewis and this here's Willard Clark And we the Pottawattamie County weed patrol"
Then we spied ol' Marvin Kline a-headin' south on twenty-nine Like a midnight auto accessory store on wheels His trunk was full of hub caps and his back seat full of tires When we picked him up and made him spread his heels I says, "Hands upon the wall, boy, you allowed to make one call We just gonna have to get this situation under control 'Cause see I'm Fairweather Lewis and this here's Willard Clark And we the Pottawattamie County rip-off patrol"
Then Orville Hinkle left the Go-Go Club on his bran' new motorcycle Runnin' stoplights, raisin' hell and causin' accidents His brain was doin' wheelies and his blood was three-two beer When we nailed him in his driveway at his residence I says, "Orville you're in trouble, boy, but if you'll blow this here baloon up We're gonna get your situation under control Now I'm Captain Fairweather Lewis and this here's Willard Clark And we the Pottawattamie County juice patrol"
Then we's passin' by the Dewdrop Inn when we heard this woman scream So we pulled on in and parked and got the guns out Well we bashed on through the lobby into unit seventeen There's twenty-eight folks in there near about no clothes on An'I says, "Ev'rybody up against the wall, show us your identification We just gonna definitely get this situation under control 'Cause my name's Fairweather Lewis and this here's Willard Clark And we the Pottawattamie County sin patrol"
"C'mon Willard let's go sneakin' round in the dark some more Never know what you're gonna find"
Se disfraza de eufemismos se distrae con cualquier cosa se emborracha cuando gana y amanece un forastero en su cama sueña con todo lo que le han quitado para volverlo a tener...
Juega al poker con extraños que la embaucan, le hacen daño y deja puercas leyendas en los baños indignada por su ingenuidad...
y hace gala de una historia que esta siempre por empezar sabe que si uno no llega a ser uno mismo no le sirve a los demás...
Patria, ya no duermas Patria, ya no duermas...
con tus hijos venideros se escaparon las cigüeñas y te buscan, te reclaman para que los vuelvas a tener...
se hace caca en el río y su sueño dura un siglo ella sabe que en los sueños no hay culpables, ni perdones y sube uno a uno los escalones de aquí a la eternidad...
y nos hiere con su beso que nos llena de tristeza pero elimina la torpeza en el arte de amar...
Patria, ya no duermas Patria, ya no duermas...
que tus hijos venideros se han abiertos las venas y están listas transfusiones para que los vuelvas a tener...
y te buscan, te reclaman para que nos vuelvas a tener Patria, ya no duermas...
Sean eternos los laureles que supimos conseguir que supimos conseguir coronados de gloria vivamos o juremos con gloria morir o juremos con gloria morir
Cool an' Green an' Shady Composer(s): John Denver Performer(s): John Denver
Saturdays, holidays, easy afternoons Lazy days, summer days, nothin' much to do Rainy days are better days for hangin' out inside Grainy days and city ways make me wanna hide Some place cool and green and shady
Find yourself a piece of grassy ground Lay down, close your eyes Find yourself and maybe lose yourself While your free spirit flies
Find yourself a piece of grassy ground Lay down, close your eyes Find yourself and maybe lose yourself While your free spirit flies
August skies, lullabies, promises to keep Dandelions and twisting vines, clover at your feet Memories of Aspen leaves trembling on the wind Honeybees and fantasies, where to start again
Some place cool and green and shady Cool and green and shady Cool and green and shady Cool and green and shady Cool and green and shady Cool and green and shady Cool and green and shady ...
Si aún puedo soñar quiero soñar en ti si aún puedo cantar quiero cantar aquí si es tiempo de empezar para poder seguir te doy mi corazón todo lo que hay en mi toda mi vida
Patria Querida querida Patria te doy mi vida te doy mis ansias
Si aún puedo creer quiero creer en ti si aún puedo luchar yo lucharé por ti si aún puedo sentir te ofrezco el corazón el más profundo amor para sanar así nuestras heridas.
Patria Querida querida Patria te doy mi vida te doy mis ansias
Si tengo que amar quiero amar aquí mis sueños, mi mujer los hijos que te di si tengo que llorar si puedo ser feliz quiero que sea en ti así hasta morir toda mi vida
Patria querida querida patria te doy mi vida te doy mis ansias
A man went to his boss one day Said, "I apologize For bothering you like this, sir And perhaps it isn't wise But the wife is always on at me to ask for To ask for a rise"
The boss said "That's no problem son, come in and take a pew And we'll figure it out together Just exactly what you do And in accordance to the work you do for us, lad You'll get what is due"
"Now, there's three hundred and sixty-five days in the year I'll write that at the top," he said "Oh, this year's a leap year, I almost forgot That's three hundred and sixty-six instead"
"You work eight hours a day for us That's eight out of twenty-four, that's one-third of a day you do And a third of three hundred and sixty-six Is one hundred and twenty-two"
"Now you don't work Sundays, and there's fifty-two in a year" Hmmmmmm, "I take that away from this number we've got From that one hundred and twenty-two days That leaves seventy days, is that clear?"
"And you don't work Saturdays, and there's fifty-two of them That leaves eighteen days overall You take away four bank holidays . . . And two weeks annual leave . . . . You Don't Work For Us At All!"
Pathetic Way Of Getting Over Me Composer(s): Shel Silverstein Performer(s): Shel Silverstein
Oh, if you read in the papers that she's been seen A-gettin' in an' out
of some millionaire's long custom-made limousine She may fool you with her smiles, but I can see That's just her poor, hopeless, hapless, helpless Pathetic way of gettin' over me
So, you were down at Joe's on the night she broke her zipper And some lamebrain drunk champagne out o' her slipper And she danced on the piano, and she screamed, "Hooray, I'm free" That's just her poor, hopeless, hapless, helpless Pathetic way of gettin' over me
Oh, she'll do anything she can just to make me jealous Of course, forgettin' me is gonna take her lots o' years So I call her now and then just out of pity When she laughs at me That's just her way of bravely holding back her tears What's that you say? She got married? Oh, the poor little fool To some handsome movie star with a mansion and a swimming pool? And she's looking good? And she's got a kid, or two or three? That's just her poor, hopeless, hapless, helpless Pathetic way of gettin' over me
Pathetic way of tryin' to get over me But she ain't never gonna make it, honey I mean those guys... those guys you see her with now They're... they're the relatives... maybe business associates I mean... I know this woman And she's sittin' home bitin' her fingernails Let me tell you... she's just readin' magazines. She may look like she's enjoyin' herself That's the way she looks when she's really feelin' bad I know this woman
Simple Man Composer(s): Ronnie Van Zant; Gary Rossington First release by: Lynyrd Skynyrd - 1973 Covered by multiple other artists
Mama told me when I was young Come sit beside me, my only son And listen closely to what I say And if you do this It will help you some sunny day Take your time... Don't live too fast Troubles will come and they will pass Go find a woman and you'll find love And don't forget son There is someone up above
And be a simple kind of man Be something you love and understand Be a simple kind of man Won't you do this for me son If you can?
Forget your lust for the rich man's gold All that you need is in your soul And you can do this if you try All that I want for you my son Is to be satisfied
And be a simple kind of man Be something you love and understand Be a simple kind of man Won't you do this for me son If you can?
Boy, don't you worry... you'll find yourself Follow you heart and nothing else And you can do this if you try All I want for you my son Is to be satisfied
And be a simple kind of man Be something you love and understand Be a simple kind of man Won't you do this for me son If you can?
Patches Composer(s): Larry Kolber; Barry Mann Performer(s): Dickey Lee
Down by the river that flows by the coal yards Stand wooden houses with shutters torn down There lives a girl everybody calls Patches Patches my darling of Old Shanty town
We plan to marry when June brought the summer I couldn't wait to make Patches my bride Now I don't see how that ever can happen My folks say No, and my heart breaks inside
Patches oh what can I do I swear I'll always love you But a girl from that place would just bring me disgrace So my folks won't let me love you
Each night I cry as I think of that shanty And pretty Patches there watching the door She doesn't know that I can't come to see her Patches must think that I love her no more
I hear a neighbour telling my father He said a girl name of Patches was found Floating face down in that dirty old river That flows by the coal yards in Old Shanty Town
Patches oh what can I do I swear I'll always love you It may not be right But I'll join you tonight Patches I'm coming to you
Simple Man Composer(s): Graham Nash First release by: Graham Nash - 1971
I am a simple man so I sing a simple song Never been so much in love and never hurt so bad at the same time I am a simple man and I play a simple tune Wish that I could see you once again across the room Like the first time
Just want to hold you, don't want to hold you down I hear what you're saying and you're spinning my head around And I can't make it alone
The ending of the tale is the singing of the song Make me proud to be your man, only you can make me strong Like the last time
Just want to hold you, don't want to hold you down I hear what you're saying and you're spinning my head around And I can't make it alone
Patches
Composer(s): Ronald Dunbar - General Johnson
First release by: Chairmen of the Board - 1970
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1971 - Cash (Eddy Mitchell)
1984 - Marvin (Titãs)
I was born and raised down in Alabama on a farm way back up in the woods
Oh I was so ragged folks used to call me "Patches"
Papa used to tease me about it
but deep down inside dad was hurtin' 'cause he'd done the best he could
My papa was a great old man
I can see him with a shovel in his hand
Education that he never had
But he did wonders when the times got bad
The little money from the crops we raised
Barely paid the bills we made
Oh life whipped him
Down to the ground
When he tried to get up
Life would kick him back down
On the day papa called me
To his dyin' bed
Placed his hand on my shoulders
And in tears he said
Patches
I'm depending on you, son
To pull the family through
My son, it's all left up to you
Two days later papa passed away
And I became a man that day
Everyday I had to work the fields
'Cause that's the only way
We got our meals
See, I was the oldest of the family
And everybody was depending on me
Now the years have passed
And everybody's grown
Mama's been livin'
In a brand new home
Lord knows it took
A lot of sweat and tears
And my daddy's voice
To help us through the years
He said
Patches
I'm depending on you, son
To pull the family through
My son, it's all left up to you
Daddy had been sick for a long time, flat on his back
Every evenin' after we'd finish our chores and eat our dinner
we'd all go into papa's room to cheer him up a little
And this particular day dad was in good spirits
sittin' on the side of the bed, tellin' mama how good she looked
When all of a sudden, papa had a pain in his chest
I was too young to understand, talkin' about a heart attack here
Mama rushed us all out of the room into the hallway
About ten minutes later she came out with tears in her eyes
She called out to me, "Patches, Patches, get in here, boy
Your daddy wanna see you"
I went runnin' into papa's room, there papa lay
Daddy had tears in his eyes
I knew something was wrong, daddy was a poor man
but all of my life he'd been a proud man
I knelt down on one knee beside the bed, papa put his hand on my shoulder
He said, "Patches, Patches, boy
the hammer of life done beat your old papa down to the ground
and I ain't got nobody to turn to to take care of mama and the younger
So what I want you to do is promise me, son
is that you're gonna do your best to help your mama as much as you can"
I said, "Papa, I'm gonna do my best"
But little did I know then like I know now
that tryin' to climb life's mountains searchin' for a top where there ain't no top
sometimes you find yourself frustrated, lazy
But every time I feel like I can't live my life like I want to
my mind goes back to that day when I see those tears in my daddy's eyes
But most of all I remember his words, "Patches, I'm dependin' on you, boy"
Every time I feel like givin' up, I hear his voice
"Patches, Patches, Patches, Patches"
I'm depending on you, son
I've tried to do my best
It's up to you to do the rest
Patches
I'm depending on you, son
I've tried to do my best
It's up to you to do the rest
Patches
I'm depending on you, son
To pull the family through
My son, it's all left up to you
Simple Man Performer(s): Gary Puckett & The Union Gap
I dream of the magic to make you want me once again A sorrowed man sees loneliness in years to come So all alone without you Could you see me standing by your window in the rain Did you hear the words my heart could feel, but I can't say I could hear you gaily laughing While my life was slowly passing away
A simple man without the words to make things right Who longs to hope you see my love in your dreams Now it may be I'll never win Your love, I can't stop trying For I love you, I love you And I pray you'll hear my heart still wants you near
A simple man without the words to make things right I only want to hope you see my love in your dreams Now it may be I'll never win Your love, I can't stop trying For I love you, I love you And I pray you'll hear my heart still wants you near And I pray you'll hear my heart still wants you near
A simple man without the words to make things right I only want to hope, you'll see my love in your dreams Now it may be I'll never win Your love, I can't stop trying For I love you, I love you And I pray you'll hear my heart ...
Påtalåten Composer(s): Ola Magnell Performer(s): Ola Magnell
Du har känslan, men inte rätta viljan Att sitta ner och hitta på en visa så fin Märren ränner hän av i sken över tiljan Bonden studsar upp i sin nya slåttermaskin Kul, kul inte sant, men inget intressant Kommer från din skvattgalna höstack e' de' sagt Men fast nu stupet är brant så klarar du galant Språnget över detta jättelika schakt Och nätters lätta takt
Men din mamma hon tycker att du slarvar När du sätter dig och gnolar på en töntig melodi Gubben far går på åkern och harvar Han har en rågrak och mustig terminologi Men jag, jag tycker för min del att de' inte e' stort fel I att vara lite vilsen i vår nya sköna värld Många liv står på spel och vill du va' hel Får du sluta kuta runt och snacka strunt Och hålla tunt om vad du lärt
Bror står i jorden och påtar Han tittar upp i skyn, det ser ut att bli blött Lillebror lyssnar på låtar Regn duggar lätt och du tänker förstrött Så sent som i fjol stod en tupp där och gol Det fanns blå viol och kor och vackra ängder där du bor Det lyste en sol och du kunde bli mol Tyst av en schysst illusion om att du tror att du blir stor
Men nu står maskiner och schaktar Blommande äng har blivit avgas och betong E' de' så märkligt att man faktiskt föraktar Alla korumpeer med sin pappersjargong Jag blir snart desperat av att leva i en stat Uppbyggd av profit och bostadssegregation Ingen smart demokrat blir så flat och moderat Som i vår gistna, kristna västerländska Dollarcivilisation
Men hellre än att äga miljoner Gick du i din barndoms hage bland snår Och kände valldoft och lockande toner Från rapphöns, fasaner och bräkande får Men ditt rastlösa flås och din storstadsneuros Din magnecyl, ditt gräs och din gamla alkohol Håller på att ta kål på din vilja av stål Och även om du vrålar har du inga stålar kvar att nå ditt mål
Simple Gifts (French & German Versions: Je Te Regarde; Sing Ein Lied) Composer(s): E. Joseph Brackett; J. Sakel Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri and multiple other artists
T'is the gift to be simple T'is the gift to be free T'is the gift to come down Where we ought to be And when we find ourselves In the place just right T'll be in the valley of love and delight
When true simplicity is gained To bow and to bend We will not be ashamed To turn, to turn will be our delight Till by turning, turning We come round right
T'is the gift to be simple T'is the gift to be free T'is the gift to come down Where we ought to be And when we find ourselves In the place just right T'll be in the valley of love and delight
When true simplicity is gained To bow and to bend We will not be ashamed To turn, to turn will be our delight Till by turning, turning We come round right
T'is the gift to be simple T'is the gift to be free T'is the gift to come down Where we ought to be And when we find ourselves In the place just right T'll be in the valley of love and delight
When true simplicity is gained To bow and to bend We will not be ashamed To turn, to turn will be our delight Till by turning, turning We come round right
Lala la lala la Lalala la lalala Lalala lalala Lalala lala lala Lalala lalala Lalalala lalala Lalala lalala Lala lala lala lala
Lala la lala la Lalala la lalala Lalala lalala Lalala lala lala Lalala lalala Lalalala lalala Lalala lalala Lala lala lala lala
Lala la lala la Lalala la lalala Lalala lalala Lalala...
Pata Pata Composer(s): Miriam Makeba; Jerry Ragovoy Performer(s): Miriam Makeba
Sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata pat (pata pata) Sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata pat (pata pata) Sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata pat (pata pata) sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata (pata pata)
Hihi ha mama, hi-a-ma sat si pata (pata pata) hihi ha mama, hi-a-ma sat si pa (pata pata) a-hihi ha mama, hi-a-ma sat si pata pat (pata pata) a-hihi ha mama, hi-a-ma sat si pat (pata pata)
Aya sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata (pata pata) a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pat (pata pata) a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata (pata pata) a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata (pata pata) a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata (pata pata)
Pata Pata is the name of a dance we do down Johannesburg way and everybody starts to move as soon as pata pata starts to play, hoo
Aya sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata (pata pata) a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pat (pata pata) a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata (pata pata) a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata (pata pata) a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata (pata pata)
Hihi ha mama, hi-a-ma sat si pata (pata pata) Hihi ha mama, hi-a-ma sat si pata (pata pata) a-hihi ha mama, hi-a-ma sat si pata pat (pata pata) a-hihi ha mama, hi-a-ma sat si pat (pata pata)
Haji-a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata (pata pata) a sat wuguga sat ju benga jo-ho (pata pata) a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata pat (pata pata) a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si (pata pata)
Hoo, every friday and saturday night it´s pata pata-time the dance keeps going all night long til the morning sun begins to shine hey aya sat wuguga sat ,wo-ho-o (pata pata)
Aya sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata (pata pata) a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pat (pata pata) a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata (pata pata) a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata (pata pata)
Hihi ha mama, hi-a-ma sat si pata (pata pata) Hihi ha mama, hi-a-ma sat si pata (pata pata) a-hihi ha mama, hi-a-ma sat si pata pat (pata pata) a-hihi ha mama, hi-a-ma sat si pat (pata pata)
Huh - a sat wuguga sat - hit it! (pata pata) aah - sat wuguga sat - aim not si - hit it (pata pata) a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata (pata pata) .....
