Dinsdag 1 januari 1991
Somewhere
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Somewhere
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Dinsdag 1 januari 1991
V.I.P.
V.I.P.
Composer(s): Jean-Noel Chaleat; Françoise Hardy
Performer(s): Françoise Hardy
Attention, ah là, voilà son avion
au bout de la piste
Attention au cœur qui bat, beaucoup trop fort
et beaucoup trop vite
Attention aux yeux, l'éclat du soleil autour du cockpit
Attention branle-bas de combat, passager très spécial en transit
V.I.P. most important person to me
V.I.P. bienvenue à Paris-Orly
Duty-free, just, just, hail me
V.I.P. première classe, accueil garanti
V.I.P. like a glass of Glenmorangie
Quelque chose d'un peu à part, de troublant toujours le désir
Son allure et son regard, dans cette grâce, qui vous assassine
C'est l'amour aléatoire de silence, qu'il faut qu'on devine
Limousine pour la Sao-Paulo, oh tout sans lui, devient en ruine
V.I.P. most important person to me
V.I.P. bienvenue à Paris-Orly
Duty-free, just, just, hail me
V.I.P. première classe, accueil garanti
V.I.P. like a glass of Glenmorangie
yes ou oui, just, just, hail me
V.I.P. première classe, effet garanti
V.I.P. like a glass of Glenmorangie
V.I.P. most important person to me
V.I.P. bienvenue à Paris-Orly
Attention, ah là, voilà son avion, au bout de la piste
Attention au cœur qui bat, beaucoup trop fort et beaucoup trop vite
Attention aux yeux, l'éclat du soleil autour du cockpit
Attention branle-bas de combat, passager très spécial en transit
V.I.P. most important person to me
V.I.P. bienvenue à Paris-Orly
Duty-free, just, just, hail me
V.I.P. première classe, accueil garanti
V.I.P. like a glass of Glenmorangie
Quelque chose d'un peu à part, de troublant toujours le désir
Son allure et son regard, dans cette grâce, qui vous assassine
C'est l'amour aléatoire de silence, qu'il faut qu'on devine
Limousine pour la Sao-Paulo, oh tout sans lui, devient en ruine
V.I.P. most important person to me
V.I.P. bienvenue à Paris-Orly
Duty-free, just, just, hail me
V.I.P. première classe, accueil garanti
V.I.P. like a glass of Glenmorangie
Yes ou oui, just, just, hail me
V.I.P. première classe, effet garanti
V.I.P. like a glass of Glenmorangie
V.I.P. most important person to me
V.I.P. bienvenue à Paris-Orly
Maandag 31 december 1990
Comme È Ddoce 'O Mare
Comme È Ddoce 'O Mare
First performance by: Peppino di Capri - 1991
Ammore, sole, mare, luna e stelle
Parole belle, sò parole belle
Nisciuno ha scritto mai cchiù doce e cheste
Parole sò, parole ma
Ma surtanto chi, nun s'annammora maje
Nun tene 'o core p' 'e cantà
Ma comme è ddoce 'o mare
Comme si ddoce tu
Quanno l'ammore è ggiovane
Te vene voglia 'e cantà
Ma comme è bello 'o sole
Quanno tu staje cu' mme
Quanno te chiamme: 'Palummè'
Vola, e i' volo cu' tte
E gira, gira 'o munno gira mmiez 'a tutte 'e stelle nun se pò fermà
E canta, canta 'nà canzona cà nisciuno sente, cà nisciuno sà
Da sempe accussì, pe' sempe sarrà
L'ammore è chillo cà ce fà campà
Ammore, sole, mare, luna e stelle
So' sempe belle p' 'e cantà
Ma comme è ddoce 'o mare
Comme si ddoce tu
Quanno l'ammore è ggiovane
Te vene voglia 'e cantà
Ma comme è bello 'o sole
Quanno tu staje cu' mme
Quanno te chiamme: 'Palummè'
Vola, e i' volo cu' tte
Quanno te chiamme: 'Palummè'
Vola, e i' volo cu' tte
Maandag 31 december 1990
Pump Your Blood
Pump Your Blood
Performer(s): Henry Winkler & Anson Wiliams
Fonzie:
Okay, like we rehearsed it...
Cunningham, harmonica
Malph, bones, Lori Beth, kazoo
Jennifer, beaker
The name of this tune is "Pump Your Blood"
Hit It
One, two, one, two, three ...
Potsie:
"Pump, pump, pumps your blood
The right atrium's where the process begins
Where the C02 blood enters the heart
Through the tricuspid valve to the right ventricle
The pulmonary artery and lungs
Once inside the lungs it dumps its carbon dioxide
And picks up its oxygen supply
Then it's back to the heart through the pulmonary vein
Through the atrium and left ventricle"
Chorus
All:
"Pump, pump, pumps your blood
Potsie:
"The aortic valvels where the blood leaves the heart
Then it's channeled to the rest of the bod
The arteries, arterioles, and capillaries too
Bring the oxygenated blood to the cells
The tissues and the cells trade off waste and CO2
Which is carried through the venules and the veins
Through the larger vena cava to the atrium and lungs
And we're back to where we started in the heart
Chorus
All:
"Pump, pump., pump, pumps your blood"
Potsie (to professor):
Well?
Professor:
What's this?
The Zigfield Follies ...?
Weber, I apologize
I'm giving you an "A"
Fonzie puts his arm around the professor
Professor (Cont'd):
An 'A" plus
Potsie:
One more time!
Zondag 30 december 1990
Sometimes When We Touch
Sometimes When We Touch
Composer(s): Dan Hill - Barry Mann
First release by: Dan Hill - 1977
Covered by multiple other artists
You ask me if I love you and I choke on my reply
I'd rather hurt you honestly than mislead you with a lie
And who am I to judge you on what you say or do?
I'm only just beginning to see the real you
And sometimes when we touch, the honesty's too much
And I have to close my eyes and hide
I wanna hold you till I die, till we both break down and cry
I wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides
Romance and all its strategy leaves me battling with my pride
But through the insecurity, some tenderness survives
I'm just another writer still trapped within my truths
A hesitant prizefighter still trapped within my youth
And sometimes when we touch, the honesty's too much
And I have to close my eyes and hide
I wanna hold you till I die, till we both break down and cry
I wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides
At times I'd like to break you and drive you to your knees
At times I'd like to break through and hold you endlessly
At times I understand you, and I know how hard you've tried
I've watched while love commands you, and I've watched love pass you by
At times I think we're drifters, still searching for a friend
A brother or a sister. But then the passion flares again
And sometimes when we touch, the honesty's too much
And I have to close my eyes and hide
I wanna hold you till I die, till we both break down and cry
I wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides
Zondag 30 december 1990
Pump It Up
Pump It Up
Composer(s): Elvis Costello
Performer(s): Elvis Costello
I've been on tenterhooks, ending in dirty looks
List'ning to the Muzak, thinking 'bout this 'n' that
She said, "That's that, I don't wanna chitter-chat"
Turn it down a little bit or turn it down flat
Pump it up, when you don't really need it
Pump it up, until you can feel it
Down in the pleasure centre, hell-bent or heaven-sent
Listen to the propaganda, listen to the latest slander
There's nothing underhand that she wouldn't understand
Pump it up, until you can feel it
Pump it up, when you don't really need it
She's been a bad girl, she's like a chemical
Though you try to stop it, she's like a narcotic
You wanna torture her, you wanna talk to her
All the things you bought for her, putting up your temperature
Pump it up, until you can feel it
Pump it up, when you don't really need it
Out in the fashion show, down in the bargain bin
You put your passion out under the pressure pin
Fall into submission, hit-and-run transmission
No use wishing now for any other sin
Pump it up, until you can feel it
Pump it up, when you don't really need it
Zaterdag 29 december 1990
Goodbye Earl
Goodbye Earl
Composer(s): Dennis Linde
First release by: Dixie Chicks - 1999
Covered by multiple other artists
Mary-Ann and Wanda were the best of friends
All through their high school days
Both members of the 4H Club
Both active in the F.F.A.
After graduation Mary-Ann went out
Lookin' for a brand new world
Wanda looked all around this town
And all she found was Earl
Well, it wasn't two weeks after she got married
That Wanda started gettin' abused
She put on dark glasses, long sleeve blouses
And make-up to cover a bruise
Well, she finally got the nerve to file for divorce
She let the law take it from there
But Earl walked right through that restraining order
And put her in intensive care
Right away Mary-Ann flew in from Atlanta
On a red eye midnight flight
She held Wanda's hand as they worked out a plan
And it didn't take 'em long to decide
That Earl had to die
Goodbye, Earl, those black eyed peas
They tasted alright to me Earl, you're feelin?' weak
Why don't you lay down and sleep, Earl
Ain't it dark, wrapped up in that tarp, Earl
The cops came by to bring Earl in
They searched the house high and low
Then they tipped their hats and said, "Thank you, ladies
If you hear from him let us know?"
Well, the weeks went by and
Spring turned to summer and summer faded into fall
And it turns out he was a missing person
Who nobody missed at all
So the girls bought some land and a roadside stand
Out on Highway 109
They sell Tennessee ham and strawberry jam
And they don't lose any sleep at night
'Cause Earl had to die
Goodbye, Earl, we need a break
Lets go out to the lake, Earl, we'll pack a lunch
And stuff you in the trunk Earl, well, is that alright?
Good, let's go for a ride, Earl, hey
Well, hey, hey, hey
Oh, hey, hey, hey
Well, hey, hey, hey
Zaterdag 29 december 1990
Puisque Vous Partez En Voyage
Puisque Vous Partez En Voyage
Composer(s): Mireille Darc; Jean Franc Nohain
Performer(s): Mireille Darc;
and various other artists
Savez-vous que c'est la première fois
que nous nous séparons depuis que c'est arrivé?
Remarquez que ça ne fait que quinze jours!...
Evidemment quinze jours ce n'est pas très long...
mais songez tout de même à ce que ça fait d'heures!...
Puisque vous partez en voyage
Puisque nous nous quittons ce soir
Mon cœur fait son apprentissage
Je veux sourire avec courage
Voyez j'ai posé vos bagages
Marche avant, côté du couloir
Et pour les grands signaux d'usage
J'ai préparé mon grand mouchoir
Dans un instant le train démarre
Je resterai seul sur le quai
Et je vous verrai de la gare
Me dire adieu là-bas avec votre bouquet
Promettez-moi d'être bien sage
De penser à moi tous les jours
Et revenez dans notre cage
Où je guette votre retour
Voilà, je vous ai trouvé une bonne place dans un compartiment
où il y a une grosse dame et un vieux curé avec une barbe blanche
Et puis je vous ai acheté deux livres...
Le premier, c'est la vie des saintes...
Et l'autre, c'est l'exemple de bienheureuse Ernestine...
Cela vous plaît?
Puisque vous partez en voyage
Vous m'avez promis ma chérie
De m'écrire quatorze pages
Tous les matins ou davantage
Pour que je voie votre visage
Baissez la vitre je vous prie
C'est affreux je perds tout courage
Soudain je déteste Paris
Le contrôleur crie: "En voiture"
Le cochon il sait pourtant bien
Que je dois rester, mais je jure
Que s'il le crie encore une fois, moi je viens
J'ai mon amour pour seul bagage
Et tout le reste je m'en fous
Puisque vous partez en voyage
Ma chérie... je pars avec vous
Vrijdag 28 december 1990
Sometimes Love Just Ain't Enough
Sometimes Love Just Ain't Enough
Composer(s): Glen Burtnik - Patty Smyth
Performer(s): Patti Smyth & Don Henley; Styx
Now, I don't want to lose you, but I don't want to use you
just to have somebody by my side
And I don't want to hate you
I don't want to take you, but I don't want to be the one to cry
And that don't really matter to anyone anymore
But like a fool I keep losing my place
and I keep seeing you walk through that door
But there's a danger in loving somebody too much
and it's sad when you know it's your heart you can't trust
There's a reason why people don't stay where they are
Baby, sometimes, love just ain't enough
Now, I could never change you, I don't want to blame you
Baby, you don't have to take the fall
Yes, I may have hurt you, but I did not desert you
Maybe I just want to have it all
It makes a sound like thunder, it makes me feel like rain
And like a fool who will never see the truth
I keep thinking something's gonna change
But there's a danger in loving somebody too much
and it's sad when you know it's your heart you can't trust
There's a reason why people don't stay where they are
Baby, sometimes, love just ain't enough
And there's no way home, when it's late at night and you're all alone
Are there things that you wanted to say?
And do you feel me beside you in your bed
there beside you, where I used to lay?
And there's a danger in loving somebody too much
and it's sad when you know it's your heart they can't touch
There's a reason why people don't stay who they are
Baby, sometimes, love just ain't enough
Baby, sometimes, love... it just ain't enough
Oh, Oh, Oh, No
Vrijdag 28 december 1990
Puisque L'amour Commande
Puisque L'amour Commande
Composer(s): Enrico Macias; Jacques Demarny
Performer(s): Enrico Macias
{Refrain:}
Puisque l'amour commande
Laissons-le commander
Les amants qui attendent
Sont pressés de s'aimer
Puisque l'amour commande
Laissons-le protéger
Ceux qui n'ont que leurs coeurs
À offrir au bonheur
Qu'ils ont enfin trouvé
Quand deux enfants s'embrassent
Devant les gens qui passent
On les montre du doigt
Pourquoi tant de méfiance
Devant l'adolescence
Alors que la jeunesse
A toutes les richesses
Que le monde lui doit?
{au Refrain}
Quand deux enfants se quittent
Et se retrouvent ensuite
Ça étonne les gens
Pourquoi tant de méfiance
Lorsque tout recommence
Alors que l'indulgence
C'est, pour eux, l'espérance
Que tout soit comme avant?
{au Refrain}
Puisque l'amour commande
Faisons ce qu'il demande
Laissons-le commander
Donderdag 27 december 1990
S.O.S. (Elena Patroklou)
S.O.S.
First performance by: Elena Patroklou - 1991
Etho, sto trito planiti
Pote the svisan i foties
Pos miazi me trelo komiti
Yemato me pirinikes
Ton ilio kaname ehthro mas
Pandou pligosame ti yi
Moliname ton urano mas
Ke rihni oxini vrohi
Etho planitis yi, etho planitis yi
S.O.S. S.O.S. S.O.S.
Etho planitis yi, etho planitis yi
S.O.S. S.O.S. S.O.S.
Triyiro ta poulia pethenoun
Ta psaria vyenoun sti steria
Pandou i anthropi sopenoun
The xerun ti na kanoun pia
Etho planitis yi, etho planitis yi
S.O.S. S.O.S. S.O.S.
Etho planitis yi, etho planitis yi
S.O.S. S.O.S. S.O.S.
Etho planitis yi, etho planitis yi
S.O.S. S.O.S. S.O.S.
S.O.S.
Donderdag 27 december 1990
Puff (The Magic Dragon)
Puff (The Magic Dragon)
Composer(s): Leonard Lipton; Peter Yarrow
Performer(s): Peter, Paul and Mary
Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea
And froliked in the autumn mist
In a land called Honah Lee
Little Jackie Paper loved that rascal Puff
And brought him strings and sealing wax
And other fancy stuff oh, ..
Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea
And froliked in the autumn mist
In a and called Honah Lee
Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autume mist
In a land called Honah Lee ..
Together they would travel
On a boat with billowed sail
Jackie kept a look out perched on Puff's gigantic tail
Noblekings and princess would bow when e'er they came
Pirate ships would low'r their flag
When puff roared out his name Oh! ..
Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist
In a land called Honah Lee ..
Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea
And froliked in the autume mist
In a land called Honah Lee ..
A dragon lives forever but not so little boys
Painted wings and giant rings
Make way for other toys
One grey night it happened Jackie Paper came no more
And Puff that might dragon
He ceased his fearless roar ..
His head was bent in sorrow
Green scales fell like rain
Puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane
Without his life long friend Puff could not be brave
So Puff that mighty dragon,
Sadly slipped into his cave Oh! ..
Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist
In a land called Honah Lee
Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist
In a land called Honah Lee...
Woensdag 26 december 1990
S.O.S. (Marie)
S.O.S.
((Adapted from: S.O.S. (by ABBA) - 1975))
((Swedisch Version: S.O.S. (by Agnetha Fältskog - 1975))
Composer(s): Benny Andersson - Björn Ulvaeus - Stig Anderson - Yves Dessca
Performer(s): Marie - 1975
Comme un bateau perdu sous la colère du ciel
Un montagnard mourant dans les neiges éternelles
Je sens mes forces me lâcher
J'ai besoin de secours
Le temps pour me sauver
Est de plus en plus court
Au bout de l'horizon
Mon cur te lance un S.O.S
Du fond de ma maison
Mon cur te lance un S.O.S
S.O.S.
Je me noie dans le cirque des jours
S.O.S.
Je tattends, sauve-moi mon amour
Si j'étais un bateau je coulerais déjà
J'aurais la proue dans l'eau
J'aurais brisé mon mât
Comme un soldat qui perd son sang
Je risque d'en mourir
Toute seule maintenant, je ne peux m'en sortir
Au bout de l'horizon
Mon cur te lance un S.O.S
Du fond de ma maison
Mon cur te lance un S.O.S
S.O.S.
Je me noie dans le cirque des jours
S.O.S.
Je tattends, sauve-moi mon amour
Au bout de l'horizon
Mon cur te lance un S.O.S
Du fond de ma maison
Mon cur te lance un S.O.S
S.O.S.
Je me donne à qui veut chaque nuit
S.O.S.
Je me perds dans le gouffre d'un lit
S.O.S.
Je me noie dans le cirque des jours
S.O.S.
Je t'en prie sauve-moi mon amour
Woensdag 26 december 1990
Puerto Triste
Puerto Triste
Composer(s): Alfonso Valencia M.
Performer(s): Javier Solís
Partí de puerto alegre una mañana de carnaval
llevando con mi barca dulce alegría y felicidad
Al mar de las pasiones lancé mi vida a navegar
pero perdí mis velas en una noche de tempestad
Anclado en puerto triste quedó mi corazón
sintiendo con su ocaso más triste mi dolor
Ya va mi pobre vida muriendo sin piedad
como una carabela que se hunde allá en el mar
Ya va mi pobre vida muriendo sin piedad
como una carabela que se hunde allá en el mar
Las nieves ya vinieron mis sienes a platear
se fue mi juventud y no vendrá jamás
Dinsdag 25 december 1990
S.O.S. (ABBA)
S.O.S.
((French & Swedish Versions: S.O.S. (by Marie); S.O.S. (by Agnetha Fältskog) - 1975))
Composer(s): Benny Andersson - Björn Ulvaeus - Stig Anderson
First release by: ABBA - 1975
Covered by multiple other artists
Where are those happy days, they seem so hard to find
I tried to reach for you, but you have closed your mind
Whatever happened to our love?
I wish I understood
It used to be so nice, it used to be so good
So when you're near me, darling can't you hear me
S.O.S.
The love you gave me, nothing else can save me
S.O.S.
When you're gone
How can I even try to go on?
When you're gone
Though I try how can I carry on?
You seem so far away though you are standing near
You made me feel alive, but something died I fear
I really tried to make it out
I wish I understood
What happened to our love, it used to be so good
So when you're near me, darling can't you hear me
S.O.S.
The love you gave me, nothing else can save me
S.O.S.
When you're gone
How can I even try to go on?
When you're gone
Though I try how can I carry on?
So when you're near me, darling can't you hear me
S.O.S.
And the love you gave me, nothing else can save me
S.O.S.
When you're gone
How can I even try to go on?
When you're gone
Though I try how can I carry on?
When you're gone
How can I even try to go on?
When you're gone
Though I try how can I carry on?
Dinsdag 25 december 1990
Puerta De Amor
Puerta De Amor
Composer(s): Roger Cook; Roger Greenaway; V. Lopez
Performer(s): Nino Bravo
Hay una casa sola, sin luz
dondo yo logré ocultarme
casi pude de tristeza, llorar
de una ayer cruel, infame
Algunas hora allí pensando
pero nada conseguí
de pronto en la cama estaba yo
y llorando al fin me dormí
y entre mis sueños yo me vi
de pie, en la nueva calle
buscando la puerta del amor
y yo ya no sufrí al ver
que esa puerta se abre
pues siento dentro de mi... el amor
Contento y sin dudas desperté
recordando aquella calle
de un pueblo llamado libertad
donde yo llegué a encontrarme
salté de la cama, bajé al bar
tú te hallabas junto a mí
perdona te dije, sonreí
me miraste, fui feliz
Y entre mis sueños yo me vi
de pie, en la nueva calle
buscando la puerta del amor
y yo ya no sufrí al ver
que esa puerta se abre
pues siento dentro de mi... el amor
Junto a la puerta del amor
te hallé y logré besarte
mis sueños son ya realidad, amor
Junto a la puerta del amor
te hallé y logré besarte
te siento dentro de mí
Maandag 24 december 1990
Sometimes It Snows In April
Sometimes It Snows In April
(Dutch Version: Soms Sneeuwt Het In De Lente - 2002)
Composer(s): Wendy Melvoin - Lisa Coleman - Prince
First release by: Prince & The Revolution - 1986
Covered by multiple other artists
Tracy died soon after a long fought civil war
just after I'd wiped away his last tear
I guess he's better off than he was before
A whole lot better off than the fools he left here
I used 2 cry 4 Tracy because he was my only friend
Those kind of cars don't pass u every day
I used 2 cry 4 Tracy because I wanted to see him again
But sometimes sometimes life ain't always the way...
Sometimes it snows in April
Sometimes I feel so bad, so bad
Sometimes I wish life was never ending
and all good things, they say, never last
Springtime was always my favorite time of year
A time 4 lovers holding hands in the rain
Now springtime only reminds me of Tracy's tears
Always cry 4 love, never cry 4 pain
He used 2 say so strong unafraid to die
Unafraid of the death that left me hypnotized
No, staring at his picture I realized
No one could cry the way my Tracy cried
Sometimes it snows in April
Sometimes I feel so bad
Sometimes, sometimes I wish that life was never ending
And all good things, they say, never last
I often dream of heaven and I know that Tracy's there
I know that he has found another friend
Maybe he's found the answer 2 all the April snow
Maybe one day I'll see my Tracy again
Sometimes it snows in April
Sometimes I feel so bad, so bad
Sometimes I wish that life was never ending
But all good things, they say, never last
All good things that say, never last
And love, it isn't love until it's past
Maandag 24 december 1990
Puedo Oír Tu Voz
Puedo Oír Tu Voz
Composer(s): Dany Schultz; Leonardo Schultz
Performer(s): José Feliciano
Puedo oír tu voz
y las sombras no se van
vuelve a despertar
el llanto que escondí
Si nunca confesé
que vivo sin destino
como un eco puedo oír tu adiós
Puedo oír la voz
que tendrías que escuchar
no te alejes hoy
del canto que hay en mí
podrás cubrir mi voz
cerrando tus oídos
pero alcanzará tu corazón
Ahora no
no me ocultaré
nunca más
mis sentimientos ignoré
no vi la luz
ahora no
no me ocultaré
nunca más
y bienvenido hoy serás
amanecer...a mi vida
Puedo oír tu voz
y las sombras ya se irán
hoy escucharás
palabras que escondí
palabras que diré
que siempre las diré
Ahora no
no me ocultaré
nunca más
mis sentimientos ignoré
no vi la luz
ahora no
no me ocultaré
nunca más
y bienvenido hoy serás
amanecer...a mi vida
Zondag 23 december 1990
Soms Sneeuwt Het In De Lente
Soms Sneeuwt Het In De Lente
(Adapted from: Sometimes It Snows In April - 1986)
Composer(s): Wendy Melvoin - Lisa Coleman - Prince - Bart Peeters
Performer(s): Bart Peeters - 2002
De lente was nochtans mijn favoriet seizoen
Vanwege veel pastel en weinig schril
De Fallus Impudicus staat dan in bloei
Wat Jan De Wilde daar mee zeggen wil
Dat weet ik niet maar zelfs overdag is er maneschijn
En rozegeur en alles wat je wilt
Je ziet koppels en hun haar zit goed ze hebben het voor mekaar
Maar heel soms durft het sneeuwen in April
Soms sneeuwt het in de lente
Soms is een spits doodsbang
Doodsbang dat hij ernaast zal knallen
En goeie dingen duren zelden lang
En Gert Verhulst vroeg aan Robert: "hoe zit het maat?"
Zijn lied was klaar het was mooi maar idioot
Want in zijn nummer voor de derde Samsonplaat
Ging Samson in de derde strofe dood
Soms sneeuwt het in de lente
Wat Gert Verhulst erover vond
Dat dat misschien een soort van hint was
Dat begreep hij niet want dat begreep geen hond
Dat begreep hij niet want dat begreep geen hond
Zondag 23 december 1990
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