Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Le Général A Dit Composer(s): Claude Lemesle Performer(s): Joe Dassin
Le géniral a dit: "Fermier Toi qui n'as pas de quoi manger Prends ta machette, viens, suis moi" Et je le suis depuis des mois
Chante l'ami plus fort que moi Sois plus ivre si tu peux Danse l'ami, ne pense pas Cette nuit on est heureux Viens me parler de ton pays De ta femme et de ton champ Chante l'ami, car tout s'oublie En chantant
Le général a dit qu'il faut Prendre la ville de Tampico Quand viendra l'aube elle brûlera Et j'ai mon père qui vit là-bas
Chante l'ami plus fort que moi Sois plus ivre si tu peux Danse l'ami, ne pense pas Cette nuit on est heureux Viens me parler de ton pays De ta femme et de ton champ Chante l'ami, car tout s'oublie En chantant
Vous, mes parents, vous m'attendez Dans la maison où je suis né Mais je n'ai plus de ville natale C'est ce que dit le général
Chante l'ami plus fort que moi Sois plus ivre si tu peux Danse l'ami, ne pense pas Cette nuit on est heureux Viens me parler de ton pays De ta femme et de ton champ Chante l'ami, car tout s'oublie En chantant
Si j'ai tué, si j'ai volé J'en ai encore le cur serré Tu me pardonneras le mal C'est ce que dit le général
Chante l'ami plus fort que moi Sois plus ivre si tu peux Danse l'ami, ne pense pas Cette nuit on est heureux Viens me parler de ton pays De ta femme et de ton champ Chante l'ami, car tout s'oublie En chantant
Le général nous a promis De l'argent et du pain blanc Et des troupeaux et l'eau des pluies Et la terre aux paysans Et dans les rues de Mexico On nous fera un carnaval Chante l'ami, danse l'ami Et longue vie au général
Big Spender Composer(s): Cy Coleman; Dorothy Fields Originally performed by: Peggy Lee Covered by various other artists
The minute you walked in the joint I could see you were a man of distinction, a real big spender Good looking, so refined Say, wouldn't you like to know what's going on in my mind? So let me get right to the point I don't pop my cork for every man I see Hey big spender! Spend a little time with me Wouldn't you like to have fun, fun, fun? How's about a few laughs, laughs? I could show you a good time Let me show you a good time
The minute you walked in the joint I could see you were a man of distinction, a real big spender Good looking, so refined Say, wouldn't you like to know what's going on in my mind? So let me get right to the point I don't pop my cork for every man I see Hey big spender! Hey big spender! Hey big spender! Spend a little time with me Yes
Le Gaz Composer(s): Gérard Jouannest - Jacques Brel Performer(s): Jacques Brel
Tu habites rue de la Madone Une maison qui se déhanche Une maison qui se tire-bouchone Et qui pleure à grosses planches L'escalier colimaçone C'est pas grand non Mais y a d'la place
Tu habites rue de la Madone Et moi je viens pour le gaz Tu as un boudoir plein de boudhas Les bougies dansent dans leurs bougeoirs Ça sent bon c'est sans histoire Ça ruiselle de tafetas C'est rempli de photos d'toi Qui sommeillent devant la glace Tu as un boudoir plein d'boudhas Et moi et moi et moi Je viens pour le gaz
Tu as un vrai divan de roi Un vrai divan de diva Du porto qu'tu rapportas De la Porte des Lilas T'as un p'tit chien et un grand chat Un phono qui joue du jazz Tu as un vrai divan de roi Et moi et moi et moi Je viens pour le gaz
Tu as des seins comme des soleils Comme des fruits comme des reposoirs Tu as des seins comme des miroirs Comme des fruits comme du miel Tu les recouvres tout devient noir Tu les découvres et je deviens Pégase Tu as des seins comme des trottoirs Et moi et moi et moi Je viens pour le gaz
Et puis chez toi ya l'plombier Et y l'bedeauet y a l'facteur Le docteur qui fait le café Le notaire qui sert les liqueurs Ya la moitié d'un artilleur Y a un poète de Carpentras Il y a quelques flics oui Et puis y a même ma sur Et tout ça est là pour le gaz
Allez allez-y donc tous rue de la Madone C'est pas grand non Mais y a d'la place Allez allez-y donc tous rue de la Madone Et dites bien que c'est pour le gaz
Big Socks Composer(s): Chuckii Booker Performer(s): Bette Midler
Mmmmmm, you talk about you and only you and the things that you do for you You say you're not a lean cuisine So I wanna see whatcha got on the menu
Now, if you think you're the man the only man with an exterior you feel is superior just give Miss B a little peek and see if you really can deliver
Your tendencies are short, my expectations are long And as I see it now, there's not much to go on It seems you dug a hole that you can't crawl out Now I truly see what you're all about
Don't brag about the diamond rings or the expensive clothes you wear 'cause I could care less for what you possess and your attitude needs repair Don't brag about your body, baby and say that you're packin' a lot 'cause all I see besides your big feet is that you got big socks
Let's just say that there's something lackin' A flea shouldn't have the nerve to be braggin' So pack up your little gift and get to steppin' Return it back and put it in the kiddie section
Full figured in a place that can deliver? Ha ha, not from what I've seen I can't trace what's below your waist There's too much space to be inside those jeans
Don't brag about the diamond rings or the expensive clothes you wear 'cause I could care less for what you possess and your attitude needs repair Don't brag about your body, baby and say that you're packin' a lot 'cause all I see besides your big feet is that you got big socks
Bye bye, baby, bye bye It's time to wave the white flag now that the kitten has been let out the bag
Don't brag about the diamond rings or the expensive clothes you wear 'cause I could care less for what you possess and your attitude needs repair Don't brag about your body, baby and say that you're packin' a lot 'cause all I see besides your big feet is that you got big socks
Don't brag about the diamond rings or the expensive clothes you wear 'cause I could care less for what you possess and your attitude needs repair Don't brag about your body, baby and say that you're packin' a lot 'cause all I see besides your big feet is that you got big socks
Le Garçon Que J'aimais Composer(s): André Popp - Eddy Marnay Performer(s): Ann Christy
Le garçon que j'aimais Ne reviendra plus jamais Et ses lèvres jamais plus n'auront les mots que j'ai connu
Le garçon que j'aimais On aurait cru quand il parlait Que du fond de sa jeunesse Des siècles de tendresse Vous arrivaient dessus
Le garçon que j'aimais Avait l'air quand il marchait En regardant devant lui D'ouvrir les portes de la vie Mais voilà je ne le verrai plus Voilà je n'entendrai plus chanter son coeur Car un jour on m'a volé
Le garçon que j'aimais On l'a pris au mois de mai Et sans qu'il n'aie rien compri On lui a donné un fusil Pas besoin de vous raconter Je sais que vous comprendrez pourquoi je dis Que je ne le reverrai jamais
Big Shot Composer(s): Billy Joel Performer(s): Billy Joel
You went uptown riding in your limousine In your fine Park Avenue clothes You had the Dom Perignon in your hand And the spoon up your nose And when you wake up in the morning With your head on fire And your eyes too bloody to see Go on and cry in your coffee But don't come bitchin' to me!
Because you had to be a big shot, didn't you?! You had to open up your mouth! You had to be a big shot, didn't you?! All your friends were so knocked out! You had to have the last word, last night You know what everything's about! You had to have a white hot spotlight You had to be a big shot last night!
They were all impressed with your Halston dress And the people you knew at Elaine's And the story of your latest success Kept 'em so entertained But now you jsut can't remember All the things you said And you're not sure you want to know! I'll give you one hint, honey You sure did put on a show!
Yes, yes, you had to be a big shot, didn't you?! You had to prove it to the crowd! You had to be a big shot, didn't you?! All your friends were so knocked out! You had to have the last word, last night You're so much fun to be around! You had to have the front page, bold type You had to be a big shot last night!
Well, it's no big sin to stick your two cents in If you know when to leave it alone But you went over the line! You couldn't see it was time to go home! No, no, no, no, no, no, you had to be a big shot, didn't you?! You had to open up your mouth! You had to be a big shot, didn't you?! All your friends were so knocked out! You had to have the last word, last night! So much fun to be around! You had to have a white hot spotlight! You had to be a big shot last night!
Le Galérien Composer(s): Leo Poll - Maurice Druon Performer(s): Yves Montand and multiple other artists
Je m'souviens, ma mèr' m'aimait Et je suis aux galères Je m'souviens ma mèr' disait Mais je n'ai pas cru ma mère Ne traîn' pas dans les ruisseaux T'bats pas comme un sauvage T'amuses pas comm' les oiseaux Ell' me disait d'être sage
J'ai pas tué, j'ai pas volé J'voulais courir la chance J'ai pas tué, j'ai pas volé J'voulais qu'chaqu' jour soit dimanche Je m'souviens ma mèr' pleurait Dès qu'je passais la porte Je m'souviens comme ell'pleurait Ell' voulait pas que je sorte
Toujours, toujours ell' disait T'en vas pas chez les filles Fais donc pas toujours c'qui t'plait Dans les prisons y a des grilles J'ai pas tué, j'ai pas volé Mais j'ai cru Madeleine J'ai pas tué, j'ai pas volé J'voulais pas lui fair'de peine
Un jour les soldats du roi T'emmen'ront aux galères Tu t'en iras trois par trois Comme ils ont emmn'nés ton père Tu auras la têt' rasée On te mettra des chaînes T'en auras les reins brisés Et moi j'en mourrai de peine
J'ai pas tué, j'ai pas volé Mais j'ai pas cru ma mère Et je m'souviens qu'ell' m'aimait Pendant qu'je rame aux galères
Big Ship Composer(s): Raymond Froggatt Performer(s): Cliff Richard; Herman's Hermits
I do believe my eyes are telling me lies I saw a ship ashore, a baked apple pie Hiding in corners and climbing up trees Love is a big ship, following me
Big ship, following me Love is a big ship, following me
Some like it cool, some like it hot You see me cool, like a fool, with all the loving I got Passing the world and the world's passing me Love is a big ship, following me
Big ship, following me Love is a big ship, following me
Just like, just like a big ship, just like, just like a big ship Just like, just like a big ship, following me, following me
Make me feel good, while you're shaking me down Singers sing dooby-doo all over town Dooby-dooby-doo-dah, singing dooby-doo-dee Love is a big ship, following me
Make me feel good, while you're shaking me down Singers are singing dooby-doo all over town Dooby-dooby-doo-dah, singing dooby-doo-dee Love is a big ship, following me
Big ship, following me Love is a big ship, following me
Just like, just like a big ship, just like, just like a big ship Just like, just like a big ship, following me, following me Following me, following me
Le Freak Composer(s): Bernard Edwards - Nile Rodgers First release by: Chic - 1979 Covered by multiple other artists
Aaahh Freak out! Le Freak, C'est Chic Freak out! Aaahh Freak out! Le Freak, C'est Chic Freak out! Aaahh Freak out! Le Freak, C'est Chic Freak out! Aaahh Freak out! Le Freak, C'est Chic Freak out!
Have you heard about the new dance craze? Listen to us, I'm sure you'll be amazed Big fun to be had by everyone It's up to you, It surely can be done Young and old are doing it, I'm told Just one try, and you too will be sold It's called Le Freak! They're doing it night and day Allow us, we'll show you the way
Aaahh Freak out! Le Freak, C'est Chic Freak out! Aaahh Freak out! Le Freak, C'est Chic Freak out! Aaahh Freak out! Le Freak, C'est Chic Freak out! Aaahh Freak out! Le Freak, C'est Chic Freak out!
All that pressure got you down Has your head spinning all around Feel the rhythm, check the ride Come on along and have a real good time Like the days of stopping at the Savoy Now we freak, oh what a joy Just come on down, two fifty four Find a spot out on the floor
Aaahh Freak out! Le Freak, C'est Chic Freak out! Aaahh Freak out! Le Freak, C'est Chic Freak out! Aaahh Freak out! Le Freak, C'est Chic Freak out! Aaahh Freak out! Le Freak, C'est Chic Freak out!
Now Freak! I said Freak! Now Freak!
All that pressure got you down Has your head spinning all around Feel the rhythm, check the ride Come on along and have a real good time Like the days of stopping at the Savoy Now we freak, oh what a joy Just come on down, two fifty four Find a spot out on the floor
Aaahh Freak out! Le Freak, C'est Chic Freak out! Aaahh Freak out! Le Freak, C'est Chic Freak out! Aaahh Freak out! Le Freak, C'est Chic Freak out! Aaahh Freak out! Le Freak, C'est Chic Freak out!
Hey Pal! How do I get to town from here? And he said: Well just take a right where they're going to build that new shopping mall go straight past where they're going to put in the freeway take a left at what's going to be the new sports center and keep going until you hit the place where they're thinking of building that drive-in bank You can't miss it And I said: This must be the place
Ooo coo coo Golden cities Golden towns Golden cities Golden towns And long cars in long lines and great big signs and they all say: Hallelujah Yodellayheehoo Every man for himself Ooo coo coo Golden cities Golden towns Thanks for the ride
Big Science Hallelujah.. Yodellayheehoo
You know I think we should put some mountains here Otherwise, what are all the characters going to fall off of? And what about stairs? Yodellayheehoo Ooo coo coo
Here's a man who lives a life of danger Everywhere he goes he stays - a stranger Howdy stranger Mind if I smoke? And he said Every man, every man for himself Every man, every man for himself All in favor say aye
Big Science Hallelujah.. Yodellayheehoo
Hey Professor! Could you turn out the lights? Let's roll the film
Big Science Hallelujah Every man, every man for himself Big Science Hallelujah Yodellayheehoo
Le Fou Sur La Colline ((Adapted from: The Fool On The Hill (by The Beatles) - 1967)) ((Icelandic Version: Álfur Út Úr Hól (by Björk Guðmundsdóttir) - 1977)) Composer(s): Paul McCartney - John Lennon - Claude Moine Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell - 1968
Jour après jour Seul sur la colline Un homme vit retiré du monde comme s'il s'agissait d'une île Et personne ne vient lui parler On le surnomme le fou Non, personne ne veut s'approcher De ce fou sur la colline Qui regarde les nuages Caresser ses cheveux L'horizon dans les yeux
Jour après jour Seul sur la colline Un homme vit retiré du monde comme s'il s'agissait d'une île Et personne ne vient lui parler On le surnomme le fou Non, personne ne veut s'approcher De ce fou sur la colline Qui regarde les nuages Caresser ses cheveux L'horizon dans les yeux
Même moi qui suis attiré Par celui que l'on nomme fou Je suis toujours intimidé Par ce fou sur la colline Qui contemple les nuages Caresser ses cheveux L'horizon dans les yeux
Personne ne vient lui parler On le surnomme le fou Non, personne ne veut s'approcher De ce fou sur la colline Qui regarde les nuages Caresser ses cheveux L'horizon dans les yeux
Big Rock Candy Mountain Composer(s): Harry McClintock Originally performed by: Harry McClintock Covered by various other artists
One evening as the sun went down and the jungle fire was burning Down the track came a hobo hiking and he said boys I'm not turning I'm headin for a land that's far away beside the crystal fountains So come with me we'll go and see the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains there's a land that's fair and bright Where the handouts grow on bushes and you sleep out every night Where the boxcars are all empty and the sun shines every day On the birds and the bees and the cigarette trees Where the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains all the cops have wooden legs And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth and the hens lay soft boiled eggs The farmer's trees are full of fruit and the barns are full of hay Oh, I'm bound to go where there ain't no snow Where the rain don't fall and the wind don't blow In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains you never change your socks And the little streams of alcohol come a-tricklin' down the rocks The brakemen have to tip their hats and the railroad bulls are blind There's a lake of stew and of whiskey too You can paddle all around 'em in a big canoe In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains the jails are made of tin And you can walk right out again as soon as you are in There ain't no short handled shovels, no axes saws or picks I'm a goin to stay where you sleep all day Where they hung the jerk that invented work In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
I'll see you all this coming fall in the Big Rock Candy Mountains
Álfur Út Úr Hól ((Adapted from: The Fool On The Hill (by The Beatles) - 1967)) ((French Version: Le Fou Sur La Colline (by Eddy Mitchell) - 1968)) Composer(s): Paul McCartney - John Lennon - Björgvin Hólm Performer(s): Björk Guðmundsdóttir - 1977
Dag eftir dag Einsamall a hol Naunginn Undarlegi par sem haninn gol
Enginn vill um hann vita Og peir benda hvar kjaninn fer Hann praukar samt afram sjalfur
Veizt um alf ut a hol Hann ser dyrdlega sol Og hans augu sja meir Pau sja heim, falinn peim
Bidd'ann um hjalp, Pa kemur hann skjott Hann sem a pusund raddir Hvislar sannleikann fljott
Enginn vill hlusta a hann Eda hljodin I leyndum song Hann virdist samt ekki vita
Veizt um alf ut a hol Hann ser dyrdlega sol Og hans augu sja meir Pau sja heim, falinn peim
Enginn vill lita til hans I kofanum sudur med sjo Hann praukar samt afram sjalfur
Veizt um alf ut a hol Hann ser dyrdlega sol Og hans augu sja meir Pau sja heim, falinn peim
Enginn vill hlusta a hann Og peir benda hvar kjaninn fer Hann praukar samt afram sjalfur
Veizt um alf ut a hol Hann ser dyrdlega sol Og hans augu sja meir Pau sja heim, falinn peim
Big Rock Candy Mountain (Traditional) Performer(s): Burl Ives and various other artists
Oh, the buzzin of the bees and the cigarette trees The soda water fountain Where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings In that Big Rock Candy Mountain
On a summers day, in the month of May A billy-bum come hikin Down a shady lane near the sugar cane He was lookin for his liklin As he strolled along he sung a song Of the land of milk and honey Where a bum can stay for many a day And he wont need any money
Oh, the buzzin of the bees and the cigarette trees The soda water fountain Where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings In that Big Rock Candy Mountain
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain The cops have wooden legs The bulldogs all have rubber teeth And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs The farmers trees are full of fruit The barns are full of hay I want to go where there aint no snow Where the sleet dont fall and the wind dont blow In that Big Rock Candy Mountain
Oh, the buzzin of the bees and the cigarette trees The soda water fountain Where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings In that Big Rock Candy Mountain
Oh, the buzzin of the bees and the cigarette trees The soda water fountain Where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
The Fool On The Hill Composer(s): Paul McCartney - John Lennon First release by: The Beatles - 1967 Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1968 - Le Fou Sur La Colline (by Eddy Mitchell) 1977 - Álfur Út Úr Hól (by Björk Guðmundsdóttir)
Day after day Alone on a hill The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still But nobody wants to know him They can see that he's just a fool And he never gives an answer
But the fool on the hill Sees the sun going down And the eyes in his head See the world spinning 'round
Well on the way Head in a cloud The man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud But nobody ever hears him or the sound he appears to make and he never seems to notice
But the fool on the hill Sees the sun going down And the eyes in his head See the world spinning 'round
And nobody seems to like him they can tell what he wants to do and he never shows his feelings
But the fool on the hill Sees the sun going down And the eyes in his head See the world spinning 'round
Ooh, ooh Round and round and round
And he never listens to them He knows that they're the fools They don't like him
The fool on the hill Sees the sun going down And the eyes in his head See the world spinning 'round
Big River Composer(s): Johnny Cash Originally performed by: Johnny Cash Covered by various other artists
Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die
I met her accidentally in St. Paul (Minnesota) And it tore me up every time I heard her drawl, Southern drawl Then I heard my dream was back Downstream cavortin' in Davenport And I followed you, Big River, when you called
Then you took me to St. Louis later on (down the river) A freighter said she's been here But she's gone, boy, she's gone I found her trail in Memphis But she just walked up the block She raised a few eyebrows and then she went on down alone
Now, won't you batter down by Baton Rouge River Queen, roll it on Take that woman on down to New Orleans, New Orleans Go on, I've had enough Dump my blues down in the gulf She loves you, Big River, more than me
Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die
Big Railroad Blues Composer(s): Noah Lewis Originally performed by: Cannon's Jug Stompers Covered by: Grateful Dead; Hot Tuna
Well my mama told me, my papa told me too Now my mama told me, papa told me too Well I shouldn't be here Tryin' to sing these railroad blues
Wish I'd a'listened, oh-oh to what my mama said Wish I'd a'listened, oh-oh to what my mama said Well I wouldn't be here Tryin' to sleep in this cold iron bed
Well I went to the depot, I never got there on time Went down to the depot, never got there on time Well my train done left She's a rollin' down the line
Mister Jailer go away now, don't tell me no lies Mister Jailer go away, don't tell me no lies When the train's going down She's rollin' down the line
Well my mama told me, my papa told me too Now my mama told me, papa told me too Well I shouldn't be here Tryin' to sing these railroad blues
Ouais Un vieux fou dans le Colorado Sur son vieux cheval répétait Qu'il fallait dans le Colorado Sur sa guitare toujours danser
Ouais Les cow-boys du Colorado Surnommés les Coloradars Chaque année dans le Colorado Venaient danser pour ce vieillard
Les filles en rang deux par deux Et prenez l'air candide Sachez bien que les hommes sont stupides
Messieurs allez doucement Car ces filles dont timides Au vestiaire laissez vos tourments Et surtout pas d'énervements Ces belles filles ne sont pas des juments Oh non
Le vieux fou du Colorado Toute la nuit jouait de la guitare Les cow-boys du Colorado Grâce à lui se couchaient très tard
Soit Joe tu n'a pas changé À te voir on peux croire Que tu n'as jamais vu de baignoire Vous les veuves sur le retour Qui cherchez une foire Servez donc aux hommes du whisky Et dans la chaleur de la nuit Ils vous trouveront toutes jolies Oh oui
Il laissait du bonheur partout Si même sa guitare sonnait faux Il n'était vraiment pas si fou Le vieux fou du Colorado Il n'était vraiment pas si fou Le vieux fou du Colorado
Hé hé hé hé hé hé hé hé Le vieux fou du Colorado
Hé hé hé hé hé hé hé hé Le vieux fou du Colorado
Hé hé hé hé hé hé hé hé Le vieux fou du Colorado
Hé hé hé hé hé hé hé hé Le vieux fou du Colorado...
Big Noise From Winnetka Composer(s): Ray Bauduc; Bob Crosby; Bob Haggart; Gil Rodin Performer(s): Bette Midler
[Harlettes:] This is the story of a young girl who was the hippest chick in town They call her Big Noise from Winettka Miss Birdie's sure to get around Big Noise flew in from Winnetka stole each fellow's heart and then Big Noise flew in from Winnetka Big Noise flew right out again Stop! Look! Listen! Here comes the Big Noise! Stop! Look! Listen! Here comes the Big Noise!
[Bette:] I am the one they call the Big Noise I'm looking fine and feeling sharp I just flew in from Winnetka, don't you know? I'm gonna blow this joint apart!
I got my high heels! I don't need no wheels! My footwork is an art! You know the joint is jumpin' my heart is pumpin' and this is just the start! Whoa! I was a big noise from Winnetka I'll be a big noise in your heart! Whooooa!
[Harlettes:] Tempting when she's walkin' tempting when she's talkin'! Listen to her squakin'! There she goes 'round again up and then down again in and then out, ooooh, bop!
"Hi! Welcome to another foul evening with the Divine Miss M! "After many a summer dies the swan" but not when their stuck in a turkey as big as this one! Watch us as we scratch and claw out hour upon the stage in yet another feeble-minded attempt to turn chicken shit in to chicken salad Make no mistake about it, eggs will be laid tonight! Ain't that right girls? Oh, my girls My three favorite schochkies on the breakfront of life I'll never forget the first time I found these girls selling their papayas on 42nd Street So flushed, so filthy The astonishing verbal abuse they heaped upon me made me certain we were destined to share the stage someday Not only are my girls fine singers and dancers not only are they gorgeous and talented but they also think I'm god! Ain't that right, girls? They function as a greek chorus These girls don't know shit about Euripides but they know plenty about Trojans Ladies and gentlemen, a rousing hand for the semi-classical Harlettes! Laides! Alright girls, sing 'em your siren song, go ahead Turn them men into pigs Not the band, you idiots Those, that bunch right over there in the front row Not much of a challenge, huh? This group is already well on its way to oink oink land Oops, so sorry Once again behaving in a manner I had sworn to aschew Thank you Once again falling into the vat of vulgarity Oh tut tut I did so want to leave my sordid past behind and emerge form this project beathed in a new and ennobling light I wanted to come out and be the sweet, pure, honest unadorned person that I really really am I wanted to show you the good beneath the gaudy the saint beneath all this paint, the sweet, pure winsome little soul that lurks beneath this lurid exterior But fortunately, just as I was about to rush down the path to repectability and righteousness a wee small voice called out to me in the night and reminded me of the motto by which I've always tried to live my life f*** 'em if they can't take a joke!"
