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  • 28-01-1974
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    The Court of King Caractacus
    Composer(s): Rolf Harris
    Performer(s): Rolf Harris; The Irish Descendants



    Now the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by
    All together, now the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by
    Now the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by
    Now the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by

    Now the noses on the faces of the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by
    All together, now the noses on the faces of the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by
    Now the noses on the faces of the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by
    Now the noses on the faces of the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by

    Now the boys who put the powder on the noses on the faces of the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by
    Now the boys who put the powder on the noses on the faces of the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by
    Now the boys who put the powder on the noses on the faces of the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by
    Now the boys who put the powder on the noses on the faces of the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by

    Now the fascinating witches who put the scintilating stiches in the britches of the boys who put the powder on the noses on the faces
    of the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by
    Now the fascinating witches who put the scintilating stiches in the britches of the boys who put the powder on the noses on the faces
    of the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by
    Now the fascinating witches who put the scintilating stiches in the britches of the boys who put the powder on the noses on the faces
    of the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by
    Now the fascinating witches who put the scintilating stiches in the britches of the boys who put the powder on the noses on the faces
    of the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by

    Now if you want to take some pictures of the fascinating witches who put the scintilating stiches in the britches
    of the boys who put the powder on the noses on the faces of the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus...

    ... you're too late! Because they've just... passed... by!



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Cara Mia
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    Cara Mia ((Finnish Version: Cara Mia (Matti & Teppo) - 1976)) Composer(s): Mantovani - Bunny Lewis First release by: David Whitfield & The Mantovani Orch. - 1954 Covered by multiple other artists



    Cara Mia why, must we say goodbye?
    Each time we part, my heart wants to die

    My darling hear my prayer, Cara Mia fair
    Here are my arms you alone will share

    All I want is you forever more
    To have, to hold, to love, adore

    Cara Mia mine, say those words devine
    I'll be your love till the end of time

    All I want is you forever more
    To have, to hold, to love, adore

    Cara Mia mine say those words devine
    I'll be your love till the end of time





    Categorie:Eng. Songs
    Tags:David Whitfield

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Fire Baby, I'm On Fire
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    Fire Baby, I'm On Fire
    Composer(s): Andy Kim
    Performer(s): Andy Kim



    You feel just like a woman should
    The night will soon be dawn
    You make me feel just like a man should
    What we're doin' just can't be wrong

    It burns me like a fire
    Sweet pain don't let me go
    Ah, you take me so much higher
    Than I've ever been before

    Baby, babe, I want you, oh, my babe, ooh
    Take me now
    Got to have your love right now

    Fire, baby, I'm on fire
    Oh, you are the good times that I know
    Higher, baby, take me higher
    And better times I'll never know

    The sun will soon be shinin'
    Won't shine on me alone
    Cause I have you here, my darlin'
    To call my very own

    Lord knows I must be dreamin'
    Ah, nothing feels this good
    You've given me a feelin'
    Like no other woman could

    Baby, babe, I want you, oh, my babe, ooh
    Take me now
    Got to have your love right now

    Fire, baby, I'm on fire
    Oh, you are the good times that I know
    Higher, baby, take me higher
    And better times I'll never know

    Baby, babe, oh, baby, babe
    Oh, babe, b-b-b-b- baby, baby, baby




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    27-01-1974
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. The Country's In The Very Best Of Hands
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    The Country's In The Very Best Of Hands
    Composer(s): Gene de Paul - Johnny Mercer
    Performer(s): Shelly Manne
    and multiple other artists



    Them city folks and friends
    Are pretty much alike
    Though they ain't used to living in the sticks
    We don't like stone or cement
    But we is in agreement
    When we get started talking politics

    The country's in the very best of hands
    The best of hands
    The best of hands

    The treasury says the national debt
    Is climbing to the sky
    And government expenditures
    Have never been so high
    It makes a fellow get a
    Gleam of pride when they decide
    To see how our economy expands
    The country's in the very best of hands

    The country's in the very best of hands
    The best of hands
    The best of hands

    You oughtta hear the senate
    When their drawing up a bill
    Where asses and dimwits are crowded in each conisil (sp.)
    Such legal terminology
    Would give your heart a thrill
    There's phrases there that no one understands
    The country's in the very best of hands

    The building boom, they say
    Is getting bigger every day
    And when I asked a feller
    How could everybody pay
    He come up with an answer
    That made everything okay
    Supplies are getting greater than demands
    The country's in the very best of hands

    Don't you believe them congressmen
    And senators are dumb
    When they run into problems
    That is tough to overcome
    They just declare something
    They call the moritorium
    The upper and the lower house dismans
    The country's in the very best of hands

    Fox Motors is connected to the nominee
    The nominee's connected to the treasury
    When he ain't connected to the treasury
    He sits around on his thigh bone

    He sits around in his fancy car
    This big congressional parking lot
    Just sits around on the you know what
    'Cause there they calls it their thigh bone

    Them bones, them bones
    Gonna rise again
    Gonna excercise a franchise again
    Gonna tax us up to our eyes again
    When he gets them off of their thigh bone

    The country's in the very best of hands
    The best of hands
    The best of hands

    The farm bill should be
    Eight-nine percent paroty
    And all their fellow recommends
    It should be mound at three
    But eighty, ninety-five percent who cares about decree
    It's paroty that no one understands
    The county's in the very best of hands

    Them GOP's and democrats
    Each hates the other one
    They's always criticizing
    How the country should be run
    But neither tell the public
    What the others gone and done
    As long as no one knows
    Where no one stands
    The country's in the very best of hands

    They sits around and just place their ass
    Where folks in congress has always sat
    Just sits around on their excess bag
    Up there they calls it their thigh bone

    They sits around till they starts to snore
    Jumps up and hollers
    I has the floor
    Then sits right down where they sats before
    Up there they calls it their thigh bone

    Them bones, them bones
    Gonna cross again
    So dignified and so wise again
    While the budget doubles in size again
    When it gets them off of their thigh bone

    The country's in the very best of hands
    The best of hands
    The best of hands

    The money that they taxes us
    That's known as revenues
    They compound up collaterals
    Subtracts the residue

    Don't worry about the principal
    And interest it encrues
    They're shipping all that stuff to foreign lands
    The country's in the very best of hands



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Cara Italia
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    Cara Italia
    Performer(s): Salvatore Adamo



    Dire qu'il a fallu mille Dante
    Pour dire ta splandeur
    Et mille Botticelli
    Pour peindre tes couleurs
    Belle Italie
    On a beau vivre loin de toi
    On n'oublie pas ton charme d'autrefois

    Mais tes nuits si belles
    Ont troqué leur dentelle
    Pour un manteau de peur
    Pour un manteau de peur
    On tremble dans tes rues
    Et les chansons se sont tues
    Sous tes balcons en fleurs
    Sous tes balcons en fleurs

    Mia cara Italia
    Qu'est-ce qu'il t'arrive la
    Ça n'te ressemble pas
    Ce masque de violence
    Mia cara Italia
    Fais que sous ton ciel bleu
    Tes amoureux
    Rêvent encore de romance

    Dire que tout au long de ma vie
    J'ai gardé ta douceur
    Au fond de moi comme une nostalgie
    Belle Italie... pourquoi tant d'ironie
    Au moindre mot... qui veut toucher ton coeur

    Est-ce vraiment stupide
    En ces temps fratricides
    De te parler d'amour
    De te parler d'amour
    De se faire une fête
    Quand un refrain s'entête
    À chanter les beaux jours
    À chanter les beaux jours

    Mia cara Italia
    Qu'est-ce qu'il t'arrive la
    Ça n'te ressemble pas
    Ce masque de violence
    Mia cara Italia
    Fais que sous ton ciel bleu
    Tes amoureux
    Rêvent encore de romance

    Mia cara Italia...





    Categorie:Franse Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Fire To Ice
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    Fire To Ice
    Composer(s): Billy MacKenzie
    Performer(s): Associates



    So summer came and warmed our smile
    We talked too much and all the while
    You know that love can turn so fast
    I should have known it wouldn't last

    Wo wo wo wo still you go on testing me
    Wo wo wo wo it's not the way it's meant to be

    So winter came broke every rule
    Kiss me goodbye strawberry fool and love can burn from fire to ice
    I never could take good advice

    Wo wo wo wo still you go on testing me
    Wo wo wo wo it's not the way it's meant to be

    Now you're feeling so pleased with yourself
    You're so sure and at ease with yourself
    Now you're stronger and need me no more
    Days are longer and I'm feeling sore
    At the risk of repeating myself
    What's the point of defeating yourself
    Don't you know you're just cheating (oh well)

    Wo wo wo wo still you go on testing me
    Wo wo wo wo it's not the way it's meant to be

    Now you're feeling so pleased with yourself
    You're so sure and at ease with yourself
    Now you're stronger and need me no more
    Days are longer and I'm feeling sore
    At the risk of repeating myself
    What's the point of defeating yourself
    Don't you know you're just cheating (oh well)

    So summer came
    So summer came




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    26-01-1974
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. The Core
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    The Core
    Composer(s): Eric Clapton - Marcy Levy
    Performer(s): Eric Clapton



    Every morning when I wake, a feeling soon begins to overtake me
    Ringing in my ears resounds through my brain; it finally surrounds me
    There is fire, there is life, there is passion, fever and fury
    There is love and there is hate, there is longing, anger and worry

    Oh, I am a flame; feel it touch my heart
    And down at my core is the hottest part
    I can run without fear

    If it should become too cold, I know I can endure the frostbite
    Oh, a blanket then I'll wrap around me; I keep myself so close to my sight
    No one then can cause me harm, just as the river runs into the sea
    'Cause every day, a fire alarm is deafening the silence all around me

    It is burning
    It is burning

    You can trust me; we can laugh. Together we can share our sorrow
    I will give you secrets too, an attitude that you may borrow
    Gypsy woman said to me, "One thing you must bear in your mind
    You are young and you are free, but damned if you're deceased in your own lifetime"

    Oh, you have a flame; feel it in your heart
    And down at the core is the hottest part
    We can run without fear

    It is burning
    It is burning



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Cara A Cara
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    Cara A Cara
    Performer(s): Chico Buarque



    Tenho um peito de lata
    E um nó de gravata
    No coração
    Tenho uma vida sensata
    Sem emoção
    Tenho uma pressa danada
    Não paro pra nada
    Não presto atenção
    Nos versos desta canção
    Inútil

    Tira a pedra do caminho
    Serve mais um vinho
    Bota vento no moinho
    Bota pra correr
    Bota força nessa coisa
    Que se a coisa pára
    A gente fica cara a cara
    Cara a cara cara a cara
    Bota lenha na fornalha
    Põe fogo na palha
    Bota fogo na batalha
    Bota pra ferver
    Bota força nessa coisa
    Que se a coisa pára
    A gente fica cara a cara
    Cara a cara cara a cara

    Tenho um metro quadrado
    Um olho vidrado
    E a televisão
    Tenho um sorriso comprado
    A prestação
    Tenho uma pressa danada
    Não paro pra nada
    Não presto atenção
    Nas cordas desse violão
    Inútil

    Tira a pedra do caminho ...

    Tenho o passo marcado
    O rumo traçado sem discussão
    Tenho um encontro marcado
    Com a solidão
    Tenho uma pressa danada
    Não moro do lado
    Não me chamo João
    Não gosto nem digo que não
    É inútil

    Tira a pedra do caminho ...

    Vou correndo, vou-me embora
    Faço um bota-fora
    Pega um lenço agita e chora
    Cumpre o seu dever
    Bota força nessa coisa
    Que se a coisa pára
    A gente fica cara a cara
    Cara a cara cara a cara
    Com o que não quer ver





    Categorie:Latin Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Fire On The Mountain
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    Fire On The Mountain
    Composer(s): George McCorkle
    Performer(s): The Marshall Tucker Band;
    Candy Coburn; George McCorkle



    Took my fam'ly away from our Carolina home
    Had dreams about the west and started to roam
    Six long months on a dust covered trail
    They say heaven's at the end
    But so far it's been hell

    And there's fire on the mountain
    Lightening in the air
    Gold in them hills and it's waiting for me there

    We were digging and shifting from five to five
    Selling ev'rything we found just to stay alive
    Gold flowed free like the whiskey in the bars
    Sinning was the big thin Lord
    And satan was the star

    And there's fire on the mountain
    Lightening in the air
    Gold in them hills and it's waiting for me there

    Dance hall girls were the evening treat
    Empty cartridges and blood lined the gutters of the street
    Men were shot down for the sake of fun
    Or just to hear the noise of their 44 guns

    And there's fire on the mountain
    Lightening in the air
    Gold in them hills and it's waiting for me there

    Now my widow, she weeps by my grave
    Tears flow free for her man she couldn't save
    Shot down in cold blood by a gun that carried fame
    All for a useless and no good worthless claim

    And there's fire on the mountain
    Lightening in the air
    Gold in them hills and it's waiting for me there




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    25-01-1974
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. The Conversation
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    The Conversation
    Performer(s): Waylon Jennings & Hank Williams Jr.



    Hank let's talk about your daddy
    Tell me how your momma loved that man
    Well just break out a bottle hoss
    I'll tell you bout the driftin' cowboy band

    We won't talk about the habits
    Just the music and the man
    (That's All)

    Now Hank, you just gotta tell me
    Did your daddy really write all them songs
    (Did He?)
    That don't deserve no answer hoss
    Let's light up and just move along
    Do you think he wrote 'em about your momma
    Or about the man who done her wrong
    (You know that)

    Yeah back then they called him crazy
    Now a days they call him a saint
    Now the ones that called him crazy
    Lord, are still riding on his name

    Well if he was here right now Bocefus
    Would he think that we were right
    (Do you think he might?)
    Don't you know he would Waltalja
    Be right here by our sides
    If we left for a show in Grover
    He'd be the first one on the bus and ready to ride
    (That's wantin' to go hoss)

    Wherever he is I hope he's happy
    You know I hope he's doing well
    (Yes I do)
    He is cuz he's got one arm around my momma now
    And he sure did love Miss Audrey and raising hell
    I won't ask you no more questions
    Cuz there stories only Hank can tell

    Well back then they called him crazy
    Now a days they call him a saint
    Most folks don't know that they fired him from the opry
    And that caused his greatest pain

    Let me tell you about lovesick
    How Miss Audrey loved that man
    You know I've always loved to listen
    So the stories about that driftin' cowboy band (and the man)
    Know when we get right down to it
    Still the most wanted outlaw in the land



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    The Conversation
    Performer(s): Waylon Jennings & Hank Williams Jr.



    Hank let's talk about your daddy
    Tell me how your momma loved that man
    Well just break out a bottle hoss
    I'll tell you bout the driftin' cowboy band

    We won't talk about the habits
    Just the music and the man
    (That's All)

    Now Hank, you just gotta tell me
    Did your daddy really write all them songs
    (Did He?)
    That don't deserve no answer hoss
    Let's light up and just move along
    Do you think he wrote 'em about your momma
    Or about the man who done her wrong
    (You know that)

    Yeah back then they called him crazy
    Now a days they call him a saint
    Now the ones that called him crazy
    Lord, are still riding on his name

    Well if he was here right now Bocefus
    Would he think that we were right
    (Do you think he might?)
    Don't you know he would Waltalja
    Be right here by our sides
    If we left for a show in Grover
    He'd be the first one on the bus and ready to ride
    (That's wantin' to go hoss)

    Wherever he is I hope he's happy
    You know I hope he's doing well
    (Yes I do)
    He is cuz he's got one arm around my momma now
    And he sure did love Miss Audrey and raising hell
    I won't ask you no more questions
    Cuz there stories only Hank can tell

    Well back then they called him crazy
    Now a days they call him a saint
    Most folks don't know that they fired him from the opry
    And that caused his greatest pain

    Let me tell you about lovesick
    How Miss Audrey loved that man
    You know I've always loved to listen
    So the stories about that driftin' cowboy band (and the man)
    Know when we get right down to it
    Still the most wanted outlaw in the land



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Cara
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    Cara
    Composer(s): Lucio Dalla
    Performer(s): Lucio Dalla



    Cosa ho davanti, non riesco più a parlare
    dimmi cosa ti piace, non riesco a capire, dove vorresti andare
    vuoi andare a dormire
    Quanti capelli che hai, non si riesce a contare
    sposta la bottiglia e lasciami guardare
    se di tanti capelli, ci si può fidare

    Conosco un posto nel mio cuore
    dove tira sempre il vento
    per i tuoi pochi anni e per i miei che sono cento
    non c'è niente da capire, basta sedersi ed ascoltare
    Perché ho scritto una canzone per ogni pentimento
    e debbo stare attento a non cadere nel vino
    o finir dentro ai tuoi occhi, se mi vieni più vicino.........

    La notte ha il suo profumo e puoi cascarci dentro
    che non ti vede nessuno
    ma per uno come me, poveretto, che voleva prenderti per mano
    e cascare dentro un letto.....
    che pena...che nostalgia
    non guardarti negli occhi e dirti un'altra bugia
    A..Almeno non ti avessi incontrato
    io che qui sto morendo e tu che mangi il gelato

    Tu corri dietro al vento e sembri una farfalla
    e con quanto sentimento ti blocchi e guardi la mia spalla
    se hai paura a andar lontano, puoi volarmi nella mano
    ma so già cosa pensi, tu vorresti partire
    come se andare lontano fosse uguale a morire
    e non c'e' niente di strano ma non posso venire

    Così come una farfalla ti sei alzata per scappare
    ma ricorda che a quel muro ti avrei potuta inchiodare
    se non fossi uscito fuori per provare anch'io a volare
    e la notte cominciava a gelare la mia pelle
    una notte madre che cercava di contare le sue stelle
    io li sotto ero uno sputo e ho detto "Ole'" sono perduto

    La notte sta morendo
    ed e' cretino cercare di fermare le lacrime ridendo
    ma per uno come me l' ho gia detto
    che voleva prenderti per mano e volare sopra un tetto

    Lontano si ferma un treno
    ma che bella mattina, il cielo e' sereno
    Buonanotte, anima mia
    adesso spengo la luce e così sia





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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Fire Lake
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    Fire Lake
    Composer(s): Bob Seger
    Performer(s): Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band



    Who's gonna ride that chrome three wheeler
    Who's gonna make that first mistake
    Who wants to wear those gypsy leathers
    All the way to Fire Lake

    Who wants to break the news about Uncle Joe
    You remember Uncle Joe
    He was the one afraid to cut the cake
    Who wants to tell poor Aunt Sarah
    Joe's run off to Fire Lake
    Joe's run off to Fire Lake

    Who wants to brave those bronze beauties
    Lying in the sun
    With their long soft hair falling
    Flying as they run
    Oh they smile so shy
    And they flirt so well
    And they lay you down so fast
    Till you look straight up and say
    Oh Lord
    Am I really here at last

    Who wants to play those eights and aces
    Who wants a raise
    Who needs a stake
    Who wants to take that long shot gamble
    And head out to Fire Lake
    Head out
    Who wants to go to Fire Lake
    And head out
    Who wants to go to Fire Lake
    Head out
    Out to Fire Lake
    Who's gonna do it




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    24-01-1974
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    The Continental ((aka The Painless Dentist Song (Allan Sherman)) Composer(s): Con Conrad - Herbert Magidson Performer(s): Fred Astaire & Ginger Rogers



    Ginger:
    Beautiful music...
    Dangerous rhythm...
    It's something daring, The Continental
    A way of dancing that's really 'entre nous'
    It's very subtle, The Continental
    Because it does what you want it to do
    It has a passion, The Continental
    An invitation to moonlight and romance
    It's quite the fashion, The Continental
    Because you tell of your love while you dance
    Your lips whisper so tenderly
    Her eyes answer your song
    Two bodies swaying, The Continental
    And you are saying just what you're dreaming of
    So keep on dancing, The Continental
    For it's a song of romance and of love
    You kiss while you're dancing

    (Fred: Not a bad idea)

    The Continental, hmmmmm
    It's continental
    You sing while you're dancing
    Your voice is gentle and sentimental
    You stroll together arm in arm
    You nonchalantly glide along with grace and charm
    You will find while you're dancing
    That there's a rhythm in your heart and soul
    A certain rhythm that you can't control
    And you will do
    The Continental all the time



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Car Wash (Rose Royce)
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    Car Wash
    Composer(s): Norman Whitfield
    Performer(s): Rose Royce
    and multiple other artists



    Ooh ooh
    You might not ever get rich
    But let me tell ya it's better than diggin' a ditch
    There ain't no tellin' who you might meet
    A movie star or maybe even an Indian chief

    (Workin')
    At the car wash
    Workin' at the car wash, girl
    Come on and sing it with me
    (Car wash)
    Sing it with the feelin' ya'all
    (Car wash, girl)

    Ooh!

    Some of the work gets kinda hard
    This ain't no place to be if you planned on bein' a star
    Let me tell you it's always cool
    And the boss don't mind sometimes if you act the fool

    At the car wash
    Whoa whoa whoa whoa
    Talkin' about the car wash, girl
    Come on, ya'all and sing it for me
    (Car wash)
    Oooh oooh oooh
    (Car wash, girl)

    (Work and work)
    Well, those cars never seem to stop coming
    (Work and work)
    Keep those rags and machines humming
    (Work and work)
    My fingers to the bone
    (Work)
    Can't wait till it's time to go home

    (Hey, get your car washed today)
    Fill up and you don't have to pay
    Come on and give us a play
    (Do the wash, right away)

    (The car wash)
    Talkin' 'bout the car wash
    Car wash, girl
    Come on, ya'all, let's sing it with me
    (Car wash)
    Sing it with feelin', ya'all
    (Car wash, girl)

    Whoa whoa whoa whoa
    (Car wash)
    Never seem to stop comin'
    What'd I say
    Keep those rags and machines hummin'
    (Car wash)
    Let me tell you, it's always cool ...





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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Fire Island
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    Fire Island
    Composer(s): Henri Belolo; Phil Hurtt;
    Jacques Morali; Peter Whitehead
    Performer(s): Village People



    Fire isla-and (fire, fire island) - it's a funky weekend (funky) a funky funky weeke-end
    Fire isla-and (fire, fire island) - it's a funky weekend (funky) a funky funky weeke-end
    It's the place where you'll find me, the sun and sea, the place where love is free, yeah
    Fire isla-and (fire, fire island) - it's a funky weekend (funky) a funky funky weeke-end
    Fire isla-and (fire, fire island) - it's a funky weekend (funky) a funky funky weeke-end
    You never know just who you meet, maybe someone out of your wildest fantasies, yeah
    Fire isla-and (fire, fire island) - it's a funky weekend (funky) a funky funky weeke-end

    Don't go in the bushes, don't go in the bushes
    Don't go in the bushes, someone might grab ya, someone might grab ya
    Don't go in the bushes, don't go, don't go in the bushes
    Don't go in the bushes, someone might stab ya, someone might stab ya, yeah

    Don't go in the bushes, no, someone might grab ya, someone might grab ya
    Don't go in the bushes, someone might stab ya, someone might stab ya

    Fire isla-and (fire, fire island) - it's a funky weekend (funky) a funky funky weeke-end
    Fire isla-and (fire, fire island) - it's a funky weekend (funky) a funky funky weeke-end
    Sea, plane or train will take you there-ere, it's a paradi-ise, there's also bus or cab, yeah
    Fire isla-and (fire, fire island) - it's a funky weekend (funky) a funky funky weeke-end
    Fire isla-and (fire, fire island) - it's a funky weekend (funky) a funky funky weeke-end
    We can scream, but let's sing, we can do each other's thi-ing, yeah
    Fire isla-and (fire, fire island) - it's a funky weekend (funky) a funky funky weeke-end

    Don't go in the bushes, don't go in the bushes, no
    Don't go in the bushes, someone might grab ya, someone might grab ya
    Don't go in the bushes, don't go - in the bushes
    Don't go in the bushes, someone might stab ya, yeah-eah

    Groove at the Ice Palace (get on down at the Monster)
    Been there, been there (been there at the Blue Whale)
    Peckin', I'm peckin (peckin' at the Sandpiper)
    Pumpin, I'm pumpin (pumpin' at the hotel)

    (Fire island, fire island) I'll take your hand (fire island) you take mine
    We'll hit the groove (fire island) and really shake the times
    There's a house (fire island) on your back
    Boogie on down (fire island) follow me back
    (Fire island, fire island) I'll take your hand (fire island) you take mine
    We'll hit the groove (fire island) and really shake the times
    There's a house (fire island) on your back
    Boogie on down (fire island) follow me back




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    23-01-1974
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.The Composer
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    The Composer
    Composer(s): William "Smokey" Robinson
    Performer(s): Diana Ross & The Supremes; Smokey Robinson & the Miracles



    You may not know how
    To make words rhyme
    Carry a tune or a clap on time now
    You may have no knowledge of musical things

    But deep down inside of me
    You have created a melody
    You're the composer of the song
    That my heart sings

    You may not know what
    Quarter notes are
    Or what I mean by Four to the Bar now
    Such musical terms may be Greek to your ears

    But deep down inside of me
    You have created a melody
    You're the composer of the song
    That my heart hears

    Now it's a tender song
    It's like a rhapsody, a symphony
    This song I find in this heart of mine
    And it's begging you
    Let nothing keep us apart
    Oh, my darling
    'Cause you put a song in my heart

    Now this song that I find in my heart for you
    Every lyric and line
    I swear it's true
    The number one song on my personal chart

    Deep down inside of me
    You have created a melody
    You're the composer of the song
    That's in my heart

    Deep down inside of me
    You have created a symphony
    You're the composer
    You put a song in my heart
    You're the composer
    You put a song in my heart
    You're the composer
    You put a song in my heart



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Car Wash (Bruce Springsteen)
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    Car Wash Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen Performer(s): Bruce Springsteen



    Well my name is Catherine Lefèvre I work at the Astrowash on Sunset and Vine I drop my kids at school in the morning And I pick them up at Mary's just 'fore suppertime Well I work down at the car wash For a dollar and a dime And mister, I hate my boss It's at the car wash I'm doing my time Pick up my water bottle and my towel, sir And I take 'em one by one From Mercedes to VW's I do 'em all and I don't favor none Well I work down at the car wash For a dollar and a dime And mister, I hate my boss It's at the car wash I'm doing my time Pick up my water bottle and my towel, sir And I take 'em one by one From Mercedes to VW's I do 'em all and I don't favor none Well someday I'll sing in a night club I'll get a million-dollar break A handsome man will come here with a contract in his hand And say "Catherine, this has all been some mistake" Well I work down at the car wash For a dollar and a dime And mister, I hate my boss It's at the car wash I'm doing my time Pick up my water bottle and my towel, sir And I take 'em one by one From Mercedes to VW's I do 'em all and I don't favor none



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Fire In The Hole
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    Fire In The Hole
    Composer(s): Walter Becker; Donald Fagen
    Performer(s): Steely Dan



    I decline
    To walk the line
    They tell me that I'm lazy
    Worldly wise
    I realize
    That everybody's crazy
    A woman's voice reminds me
    To serve and not to speak
    Am I myself or just another freak

    Don't you know
    There's fire in the hole
    And nothing left to burn
    I'd like to run out now
    There's nowhere left to turn

    With a cough
    I shake it off
    And work around my yellow stripe
    Should I hide
    And eat my pride
    Or wait until it's good and ripe
    My life is boiling over
    It's happened once before
    I wish someone would open up the door

    Don't you know
    There's fire in the hole
    And nothing left to burn
    I'd like to run out now
    There's nowhere left to turn




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    22-01-1974
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.The Company Town Doctor

    The Company Town Doctor (aka The Dying Doctor)
    Performer(s): Woody Guthrie



    Doctor Leo Hayes was our company doctor
    From the big coal companies he got his pay
    For thirty-nine years he tried to cure us
    And now today on his deathbed lay
    He called his five boys and his three daughters
    And at his bed we stood around
    We heard him tell the history of the coal miners
    And he said, "Don't let these people down"

    You are all connected with the practice of medicine
    You promise you'll keep true I know
    You will do your best to help these people
    I close my eyes for I must go
    His youngest girl was Doctor Betty
    With her face so pretty and her smile so sweet
    She walked the coal towns of Force and Byrndale
    She saw the sewage waters flowing down the street

    She saw the children drink the cankered water
    She saw the chickens fly up on the roof
    She saw the waters overflow the sewers
    And flood their gardens of victory
    She went to the big shots of the Shawmut Company
    She did not beg and she did not plead
    She stood flatfooted and pounded the table
    Sewer pipes and bathrooms are what we need

    My dady told me to fight to cure sickness
    But I can't cure sickness with sewage all around
    These germs kill people quicker than I can cure them
    We need a foundation under every house
    We need a bathroom for every family
    Yes, you can set there and blink your eyes
    Three hundred miners are out behind me
    We will clean this town or know the reason why

    I quit my job as the family doctor
    I nailed up my shingle and went on my own
    I carried my pillbag and waded those waters
    I set by a deathbed in many a home
    I saw you catch rainwater in rusty washtubs
    I saw you come home dirty up out of your pits
    Watched you ride with your coffin up to your graveyard
    With not a nickel to pay your burying debt

    On July the fifteenth from the hills around
    Three hundred miners walked down through town
    The state inspector was testing the water
    While he was working you stood around
    One miner asked him to have a drink free
    The inspector looked out toward our pits
    He set his hat back on his head and says
    "I wouldn't drink a drop of that on a bet"

    I think of my daddy and brothers and sisters
    When we stood around his dying bed
    When I walk the streets of the company towns
    I can hear every word my daddy said
    The Shawmut Company is caught in its own paws
    The people not worth the money they cost
    A hundred have died, three hundred not working
    Thirty thousand tons of coal is lost



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