Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Thick As A Brick Composer(s): Ian Anderson First recording/First release by: Jethro Tull - 1971/1972
Really don't mind if you sit this one out My words but a whisper -- your deafness a Shout I may make you feel but I can't make you think Your sperm's in the gutter -- your love's in the sink So you ride yourselves over the fields and you make all your animal deals and your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in the tidal destruction, the moral melee The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers the newfangled way But your new shoes are worn at the heels and your suntan does rapidly peel and your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick
And the love that I feel is so far away I'm a bad dream that I just had today -- and you shake your head and say it's a shame
Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song
See there! A son is born -- and we pronounce him fit to fight There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night We'll make a man of him put him to trade teach him to play Monopoly not to sing in the rain
The Poet and the painter casting shadows on the water as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other as the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling but the master of the house is far away The horses standing -- their warm breath clouding in the sharp and frosty morning of the day And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword
And the youngest of the family is moving with authority Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside
The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea the builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose and contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need The young men of the household have all gone into service and are not to be expected for a year The innocent young master -- thoughts moving ever faster has formed the plan to change the man he sees And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword
And the oldest of the family is moving with authority A-coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run
What do you do when the old man's gone -- do you want to be him? And your real self sings the song Do you want to free him? No one to help you get up steam -- and the whirlpool turns you `way off-beam
Later: I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed So come on all you criminals! I've got to put you straight just like I did with my old man -- twenty years too late Your bread and water's going cold Your hair is too short and neat I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me
You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone You meet the stares; you're unaware that your doings aren't done And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be But how are we supposed to see where we should run? I see you shuffle in the courtroom with your rings upon your fingers and your downy little sidies and your silver-buckle shoes Playing at the hard case, you follow the example of the comic-paper idol who lets you bend the rules
So! Come on ye childhood heroes! Won't you rise up from the pages of your comic-books your super crooks and show us all the way Well! Make your will and testament Won't you join your local government? We'll have Superman for president let Robin save the day
You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are -- and take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars And you wonder who to call on
So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday? And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you though? They're all resting down in Cornwall -- writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual
Later: See there! A man born -- and we pronounce him fit for peace There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease We'll take the child from him put it to the test teach it to be a wise man how to fool the rest
Quote: We will be geared to the average rather than the exceptional God is an overwhelming responsibility we walked through the maternity ward and saw 218 babies wearing nylons cats are on the upgrade upgrade? Hipgrave Oh, Mac
Later: In the clear white circles of morning wonder I take my place with the lord of the hills And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured (in neat little rows) sporting canvas frills With their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention while queueing for sarnies at the office canteen Saying -- how's your granny and good old Ernie: he coughed up a tenner on a premium bond win The legends (worded in the ancient tribal hymn) lie cradled in the seagull's call And all the promises they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall The poet and the wise man stand behind the gun, and signal for the crack of dawn Light the sun
Do you believe in the day? Do you? Believe in the day! The Dawn Creation of the Kings has begun Soft Venus (lonely maiden) brings the ageless one Do you believe in the day? The fading hero has returned to the night -- and fully pregnant with the day, wise men endorse the poet's sight Do you believe in the day? Do you? Believe in the day!
Let me tell you the tales of your life of your love and the cut of the knife the tireless oppression the wisdom instilled the desire to kill or be killed Let me sing of the losers who lie in the street as the last bus goes by The pavements ar empty: the gutters run red -- while the fool toasts his god in the sky
So come all ye young men who are building castles! Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus Mark the precise nature of your fear Let me help you pick up your dead as the sins of the father are fed with the blood of the fools and the thoughts of the wise and from the pan under your bed Let me make you a present of song as the wise man breaks wind and is gone while the fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose and the nursery rhyme winds along
So! Come all ye young men who are building castles! Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus Mark the precise nature of your fear See! The summer lightning casts its bolts upon you and the hour of judgement draweth near Would you be the fool stood in his suit of armour or the wiser man who rushes clear So! Come on ye childhood heroes! Won't your rise up from the pages of your comic-books your super-crooks and show us all the way. Well! Make your will and testament Won't you? Join your local government We'll have Superman for president let Robin save the day So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday? And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you through? They're all resting down in Cornwall -- writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual
Of Course: So you ride yourselves over the fields and you make all your animal deals and your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick
They're Red Hot Composer(s): Robert Johnson First release by: Robert Johnson - 1936 Covered by multiple other artists
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale I got a girls, say she long and tall She sleeps in the kitchen with her feets in the hall Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale, I mean Yes, she got'em for sale, yeah
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale She got two for a nickel, got four for a dime Would sell you more, but they ain't none of mine Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale, I mean Yes, she got'em for sale, yes, yeah
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale I got a letter from a girl in the room Now she got something good she got to bring home soon, now Its hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got em for sale, I mean Yes, she got'em for sale, yeah
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got em for sale Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got em for sale They're too hot boy! The billy got back in a bumble bee nest Ever since that he can't take his rest, yeah Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes you got'em for sale, I mean Yes, she got'em for sale
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale Man don't mess around em hot tamales now 'Cause they too black bad, if you mess around em hot tamales I'm gonna upset your backbone, put your kidneys to sleep I'll due to break away your liver and dare your heart to beat bout my Hot tamales 'cause they red hot, yes they got em for sale, I mean Yes, she got em for sale, yeah
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale You know grandma left and grandpa too Well I wonder what in the world we chillun gon do now Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale, I mean Yes she got'em for sale
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale Me and my babe bought a V-8 Ford Well we wind that thing all on the runnin board, yes Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale, I mean Yes she got'em for sale, yeah
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale They're too hot boy! Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes, now she got em for sale You know the monkey, now the baboon playin in the grass Well the monkey stuck his finger in that old 'Good Gulf Gas', now Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale, I mean Yes she got'em for sale, yeah
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale I got a girls, say she long and tall Sleeps in the kitchen with her feets in the hall Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale, I mean Yes she got'em for sale, yeah
They're Either Too Young Or Too Old Composer(s): Frank Loesser - Arthur Schwartz Performer(s): Bette Davis and multiple other artists
You rushed away and left this house as empty as can be And I am like the driftwood in a deadly calm at sea I can't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but thee For there is no secret lover that the draft board didn't discover
They're either too young or too old They're either too gray or too grassy green The pickings are poor and the crop is lean What's good is in the Army, what's left will never harm me
They're either too old or too young So, darling, you'll never get stung Tomorrow I'll go hiking with that Eagle Scout unless I get a call from grandpa for a snappy game of chess
They're either too warm or too cold They're either to fast or too fast asleep So, darling, believe me, I'm yours to keep They're isn't any gravy, the gravy's in the Navy
They're either too fresh or too stale There is no available male I will confess to one romance I'm sure you will allow He tried to serenade me, but his voice is changing now
They're either too bald or too bold I'm down to the wheelchair and bassinet My heart just refuses to get upset I simply can't compel it to, with no Marine to tell it to
I'm either their first breath of spring Or else, I'm their last little fling I either get a fossil or an adolescent pup I either have to hold him off or have to hold him up
The battle is on, but the fortress will hold They're either too young or too old
They're Coming to Take Me Away, Ha-Haaa! Composer(s): Napoleon XIV First release by: Napoleon XIV - 1966 Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1966 - Vengono A Portarci Via Ah! Ahh! (I Balordi) 2000 - Ne Tulee Ja Hakee Mut Pois Ha-Haa (Moog Konttinen)
Oh-me, oh-my, oh-you Whatever shall I do Hallelujah, the question is peculiar I'd give a lot of dough If only I could know The answer to my question Is it yes or is it no Remember when you ran away And I got on my knees And begged you not to leave Because I'd go beserk Well you left me anyhow And then the days got worse and worse And now you see I've gone Completely out of my mind And they're coming to take me away ha-haaa They're coming to take me away ho ho hee hee ha haaa To the funny farm Where life is beautiful all the time And I'll be happy to see those nice young men In their clean white coats And they're coming to take me away ha haaa You thought it was a joke And so you laughed You laughed when I said That losing you would make me flip my lid Right? You know you laughed I heard you laugh You laughed You laughed and laughed and then you left But now you know I'm utterly mad And they're coming to take me away ha haaa They're coming to take me away ho ho hee hee ha haaa To the happy home with trees and flowers and chirping birds And basket weavers who sit and smile and twiddle their thumbs and toes And they're coming to take me away ha haaa I cooked your food I cleaned your house And this is how you pay me back For all my kind unselfish, loving deeds Ha! Well you just wait They'll find you yet and when they do They'll put you in the A.S.P.C.A. You mangy mutt And they're coming to take me away ha haaa They're coming to take me away ha haaa ho ho hee hee To the funny farm where life is beautiful all the time And I'll be happy to see those nice young men In their clean white coats And they're coming to take me away To the happy home with trees and flowers and chirping birds And basket weavers who sit and smile and twiddle their thumbs and toes And they're coming to take me away ha haaa!
They'll Never Take Her Love From Me Composer(s): Leon Payne First release by: Hank Williams - 1950 Covered by multiple other artists
If today the sun should set on all my hopes and cares There is one smiling face the gods would see 'Cus she'll walk along beside me up the golden stairs No, they'll never never take her love from me
What a fool I was to go and break the trust she gave And see her love turn into sympathy It's the one regret I'll carry with me to my grave Oh, they'll never ever take her love from me
I'm so thankful for each golden hour of happiness That we shared together in the used to be Someone else's arms may hold her now in fond caress But they'll never never take her love from me
I thought I'd make her happy if I stepped aside But I knew her love would never set me free And even on the morning she became another's bride I said they'll never never take her love from me
One staff officer jumped right over another staff officer's back
And another staff officer jumped right over that other staff officer's back
A third staff officer jumped right over two other staff officers' backs
And a fourth staff officer jumped right over all the other staff officers' backs
They were only playing leapfrog
They were only playing leapfrog
They were only playing leapfrog
When one staff officer jumped right over another staff officer's back
Walked in Line Composer(s): Bernard Sumner - Peter Hook - Stephen Morris - Ian Curtis First release by: Joy Division - 1981 Covered by multiple other artists
All dressed in uniforms so fine They drank and killed to pass the time Wearing the shame of all their crimes With measured steps they walked in line They walked in line
They carried pictures of their wives And numbered tags to prove their lies And made it through the whole machine With dirty hearts and hands washed clean They walked in line
Full of a glory never seen They made it through the whole machine To never question any more Hypnotic trance - they never saw They walked in line -- They walked in line
They Should Have Given You The Oscar Composer(s): Gerry Goffin - Carole King Performer(s): James Darren
I'd like to contest the awards given out by the academy 'Cause I know of a great performance that the judges didn't see
They should have given you the oscar For the way you went and broke my heart There's no name that you could mention Who'd have done quite as much with a part
And just for the way you said you loved me And the way you made each lie sound sincere Oh, they should have given you the oscar For the best performance of the year
If the critics could have seen Your acting on the screen I'm sure they would have cried as much as I You knew your lines so well How was I supposed to tell That all along you loved another guy?
They should have given you the oscar For the scene where you promised to be true Every word was so convincing Any audience would fall in love with you
And just for the way you said you loved me And the way you made each lie sound sincere Oh, they should have given you the oscar For the best performance of the year
Yeah they should have given you the oscar For the best performance of the year...
Yeah they should have given you the oscar For the best performance of the year
The Perfect Song Composer(s): Joseph Carl Breil - Clarence Lucas Performer(s): Billy Vaughn
If you want this choice position Have a cheery disposition Rosy cheeks, no warts Play games, all sorts
You must be kind, you must be witty Very sweet and fairly pretty Take us on outings, give us treats Sing songs, bring sweets
Never be cross or cruel Never give us castor oil or gruel Love us as a son and daughter And never smell of barley water
If you won't scold and dominate us We will never give you cause to hate us We won't hide your spectacles so you can't see Put toads in your bed or pepper in your tea
Hurry, Nanny Many thanks sincerely Jane and Michael Banks
The Perfect Nanny Composer(s): Richard M. Sherman - Robert B. Sherman First release by: Karen Dotrice and Matthew Garber - 1964 Covered by multiple other artists
If you want this choice position Have a cheery disposition Rosy cheeks, no warts Play games, all sorts
You must be kind, you must be witty Very sweet and fairly pretty Take us on outings, give us treats Sing songs, bring sweets
Never be cross or cruel Never give us castor oil or gruel Love us as a son and daughter And never smell of barley water
If you won't scold and dominate us We will never give you cause to hate us We won't hide your spectacles so you can't see Put toads in your bed or pepper in your tea
Hurry, Nanny Many thanks sincerely Jane and Michael Banks
Dieu ((English & Spanish Versions: We (Charles Aznavour); Dios (Charles Aznavour)) Composer(s): Charles Aznavour - Jacques Plante Performer(s): Charles Aznavour; Waldir Calmon
Dieu, je ne suis qu'un homme, Dieu, aie pitié de moi Si c'est ta volonté, je suis résigné à porter ma croix Dieu, si tu m'abandonnes, qui te remplacera? Non, cherche autour de moi, personne ne mourir à les bras
Dieu, si tu me le condamnes, Dieu, qu'il en soit ainsi Si je n'ai plus l'amour, à quoi vont les jour ? Qu'importe ma vie? Tu as pris mon âme Va, ne me laisse rien, va, jette aussi mon coeur aux flammes Je n'en ai plus besoin, mon Dieu...
The People That You Never Get To Love Composer(s): Rupert Holmes Performer(s): Rupert Holmes
You're browsing through a second hand bookstore And you see her in non-fiction V through Y She looks up from World War Two And then you catch her catching you catching her eye And you quickly turn away your wishful stare And take a sudden interest in your shoes If you only had the courage, but you don't She turns and leaves and you both lose
And you think about The people that you never get to love It's not as if you even have the chance So many worth a second life But rarely do you get a second glance Until fate cuts in on your dance
And you'll see her on a train that you've just missed At a bus stop where your bus will never stop Or in a passing Buick when you've been pulled over by a traffic cop Or you'll share an elevator, just you two And you'll rise in solemn silence to your floor Like the fool you are you get off And she leaves your life behind a closing door
And you think about The people that you never get to love The poem you intended to begin The saddest words that anyone has ever said Are "Lord what might have been" But noone said you get to win
Still you're never gonna miss what you don't know And you don't know who you'll meet at half past three It could be a total stranger who looks something just exactly much like me
One of the people that you never get to love One of the people that you never get to love The people that you nver get to love
Oh, How Much I Love You ((Adapted from: Dio, Come Ti Amo (Domenico Modugno) - 1966)) Composer(s): Domenico Modugno - Paul Vance - Lee Pockriss Performer(s): Domenico Modugno - 1966 and multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1966 - Dios, Como Te Amo 1966 - Meus Deus, Como Te Amo (Giane) 1977 - Nu Gasesc Cuvinte (Alla Baianova) 2007 - Boe, Kako Te Volim (Tereza Kesovija)
Remember? Why must I remember? Why can't I simply close my eyes and go to sleep And make her disappear? Why must I always hear?
Dio, come ti amo I still can hear her say Oh God, how much I love you And yet I walked away
The wind began to blow And all the leaves went flying She stood there in the night And tried to keep from crying
Dio, come ti amo What could I say or do? When love has lost its meaning It's over and it's through?
And so I went away From someone who was waiting To hold me in her arms In an embraced celebrating
But that was long ago And many loves had I But only one was real And that I let slip by
Dio, come ti amo
Dio, come ti amo Those were the words she said Oh God, how much I love you Keeps running through my head
I know it's much too late But I go right on prey To have her back again So she can hear me say
The Pennsylvania Polka Composer(s): Lester Lee - Z. Manners Performer(s): Harry Roy & His Band and multiple other artists
Him: Strike up the music the band has begun The Pennsylvania Polka Pick out your partner and join in the fun The Pennsylvania Polka It started in Scranton, its now No 1 Its bound to entertain you Everybody has a mania To do the polka from Pennsylvania
Her: While theyre dancing
Him: Everybodys cares are quickly gone
Her: Sweet romancing
Him: This goes on and on until the dawn
Her: Theyre so carefree
Him: Gay with laughter happy as can be They stop to have a beer Then the crowd begins to cheer They kiss and then they start to dance again
The Payback
Composer(s): Fred Wesley - John Starks - James Brown
First release by: James Brown - 1974
Hey! Gotta gotta pay back!! (The big payback)
Revenge!! I'm mad (the big payback)
Got to get back! Need some get back!! Pay Back! (the big payback)
That's it!! Payback!!! Revenge!!!
I'm mad!!
Get down with my girlfriend
That ain't right!!
Hollarin' cussin', you wanna fight
Payback is a thing you gotta see
Brother do any damn thing to me
Sold me out, for chicken change (yes you did!!)
Told me that they, they had it all arranged
You had me down, and thats a fact
Now you punk
You gotta get ready
For the big payback!! (the big payback!!)
That's where I am, the big payback (the big payback!!)
I can do wheelin', I can do dealin' (yes you can!!)
But I don't do no damn squealin'
I can dig rappin', I'm ready!! I can dig scrappin'
But I can't dig that backstabbin' (Oh No!!)
The brother get ready!! Thats a fact!!
Get ready you Mother, for the big payback (The big Payback!!)
Let me hit 'em hit'em!! Hey Hey!! woooooooooooo!
Took my money, you got my honey
Don't want me to see what you doing to me
I got to get back I gotta deal with you!!
I got to get back I gotta deal with you!!
I got to get back I gotta deal with you!!
I got to get back I gotta deal with you!!
Hey let me tell ya!!
Get down with my woman, that ain't right!
You hollarin' and cussin', you wanna fight!!
Don't do me no darn favor,
I don't know karate, but I know Ka-Razor!!!! (yes we do!!)
Get ready that's a fact
Get ready you Mother for the big payback (the big payback!)
Hey!! I'm a man! I'm a man!
I'm a son of a man, but don't they tell ya then pappa can
Get ready for the big payback (the big payback!!) Hit 'em again!!
Get ready I need it, I need a hit again!!
Say it once
Say it once
Say it once
Hit 'emagain!!(the big payback!!)
Sold me out for chump change
Said my woman had it all arranged
Tryin' to make a deal, she wants to squeal
But I had my boys on her heals
Saw me comin', told a lie
Went down like you wanted to cry
I don't care what she does, she'll be doin' just like she was
Take those kids and raise them up
Somebody teach em to be rightous tough
Take her, take that woman, it's one place she found
Just run that mother out of town!!
Got to get up!! Got to get up, get out!!
Got to get up!! Got to get up, get out!!
I'm mad!! I want revenge, I want revenge (the big payback!!)
I want revenge
I want revenge
I want revenge (the big payback!!)
Give me those hits!! I want some hits!!
I need those hits, hit me!!
The Patty Duke Show Theme Composer(s): Sid Ramin - Bob Wells
Meet Cathy, who's lived most everywhere From Zanzibar to Barclay Square But Patty's only seen the sights A girl can see from Brooklyn Heights What a crazy pair!
But they're cousins Identical cousins all the way One pair of matching bookends Different as night and day
Where Cathy adores a minuet The Ballet Russes, and crepe suzette Our Patty loves to rock and roll A hot dog makes her lose control What a wild duet!
Still, they're cousins Identical cousins and you'll find They laugh alike, they walk alike At times they even talk alike You can lose your mind When cousins are two of a kind
The Path Of Love Composer(s): Tony Romeo Performer(s): The Cowsills
Well come on follow down the Path of Love Come on little children gather 'round me and hear what I say To lead the life you should you got to strive to be good ev'ry day You can brighten the dark with a light in your heart that'll shine like the sun above So come on follow down the Path of Love Come on, ev'rybody together Come on, let me show you the way Come on, we can do much better follow down the Path of Love Come on, ev'rybody together Come on, let me show you the way Come on, we can do much better follow down the Path of Love Believe there is someone who loves you no matter what You can count your blessings and be happy with whatever you've got Won't you brighten the dark with a light in your heart you better shine like the sun above So come on follow down the Path of Love Come on, ev'rybody together Come on, let me show you the way Come on, we can do much better follow down the Path of Love Come on, ev'rybody together Come on, let me show you the way Come on, we can do much better follow down the Path of Love
The Past Sure Is Tense Composer(s): Don Van Vliet First release by: Captain Beefheart and The Magic Band - 1982
The past sure is tense they're heading up for the main event all those people seem to be hell-bent see those people up on top of the fence and the man down there selling knotholes through the fence the little shoe generation man I found your print on a dollar bill I found your print on an Indian mound I found your print on the statue at the sound I found your print on the elephant ground I found your print in the beautiful mountains the grass no longer grew around I found your print in my mind the past sure is tense the past sure is tense no you got the wrong idea no you got the wrong intent the carpenter carpenterized my vent the only peephole where is my dent the past sure is tense the past sure is tense the past sure is now I don't see how see those people that used to throw those tents you can't see them now they're in past tense the past sure is tense
The Passenger Composer(s): Iggy Pop - Ricky Gardiner First release by: Iggy Pop - 1977 Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1992 - O Passageiro (Capital Inicial) 2004 - De Reiziger (Aliaz)
I am a passenger And I ride and I ride Ride through the city's back sides See stars come out of the sky Yeah the bright and hollow sky You know it looks so good tonight I am a passenger I stay under glass I look through my window so bright See the stars come out tonight I see the bright and hollow sky Over the city's red back side And everything looks good tonight
Sing it La la la la la la La la la la la la La la la la la la La la
Get into the car We'll be the passengers We'll ride through the city at night See the city's red back side See the bright and hollow sky See the stars that shine so bright The stars made for us tonight
Oh the passenger How how he rides Oh the passenger He rides and he rides Looks through his window What does he see? Sees the bright and hollow sky Sees the stars come out tonight Sees the city's red back side Sees the winding ocean drive And everything was made for you and me All of it was made for you and me It just belongs to you and me So let's take a ride See what's mine
Sing it La la la la la la La la la la la la La la la la la la La la
Sing it La la la la la la La la la la la la La la la la la la La la
Sing it La la la la la la La la la la la la La la la la la la La la