Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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This Moody Bastard Composer(s): Walter Becker Performer(s): Walter Becker
Little friend of mine Can you still recall Our salad days Between the ivy walls? Beneath the autumn sun? When all is said and done We were a good combination We were good clean fun Still my thoughts roll back Every now and then Think about you Remembering I start in smiling and I just can't stop You on the bottom Me on top
These days it's like a tomb Amid in the stacks of gloom Looking out the window In the downstairs room And the time goes by And the time goes by Sometimes it goes so slowly You know a man could cry Till the day goes down In deep disgrace With empty pockets And a dirty face And then the day boils over And there's nothing there But a roomful of smoke and a lot of hot air
This moody bastard remembers You were some kind of friend even then Once in a great while He needs one... This moody bastard This moody bastard He needs one He needs some kind of friend now and again Once in blue moon Could use one This moody bastard
Little friend of mine You don't even know When the wind starts blowing How far a man could go Little friend of mine Are you even there Did you disappear Back into thin air If you 're still here with me If you got this far I hope you're smiling In fact I know you are
This moody bastard remembers You were some kind of friend even then Once in a great while He needs one... This moody bastard This moody bastard He needs one He needs some kind of friend now and again Once in blue moon Could use one This moody bastard This moody bastard