Zaterdag 30 november 1974
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Vrijdag 29 november 1974
The Hokey Pokey
The Hokey Pokey (aka The Hokey Cokey)
Composer(s): Roland Lawrence LaPrise - Chuck Macak - Tafft Baker
Performer(s): Ram Trio
and multiple other artists
You put your right foot in
You put your right foot out
You put your right foot in
And you shake it all about
You do the Hokey-Pokey
And you turn yourself around
That's what it's all about!
You put your left foot in
You put your left foot out
You put your left foot in
And you shake it all about
You do the Hokey-Pokey
And you turn yourself around
That's what it's all about!
You put your right hand in
You put your right hand out
You put your right hand in
And you shake it all about
You do the Hokey-Pokey
And you turn yourself around
That's what it's all about!
You put your left hand in
You put your left hand out
You put your left hand in
And you shake it all about
You do the Hokey-Pokey
And you turn yourself around
That's what it's all about!
You put your right side in
You put your right side out
You put your right side in
And you shake it all about
You do the Hokey-Pokey
And you turn yourself around
That's what it's all about!
You put your left side in
You put your left side out
You put your left side in
And you shake it all about
You do the Hokey-Pokey
And you turn yourself around
That's what it's all about!
You put your nose in
You put your nose out
You put your nose in
And you shake it all about
You do the Hokey-Pokey
And you turn yourself around
That's what it's all about!
You put your backside in
You put your backside out
You put your backside in
And you shake it all about
You do the Hokey-Pokey
And you turn yourself around
That's what it's all about!
You put your head in
You put your head out
You put your head in
And you shake it all about
You do the Hokey-Pokey
And you turn yourself around
That's what it's all about!
You put your whole self in
You put your whole self out
You put your whole self in
And you shake it all about
You do the Hokey-Pokey
And you turn yourself around
That's what it's all about
Vrijdag 29 november 1974
C'est Un Coeur De Papier
C'est Un Coeur De Papier
((English Version: Paper Heart (Joe Dassin))
Composer(s): Joe Dassin - Jean-Michel Rivat - T. Pobers
Performer(s): Joe Dassin
C'est un cœur de papier
Comment peut-elle aimer?
C'est un cœur de papier
Mais comment l'oublier?
Si je l'aime
Pour ma peine
Qu'elle s'habille de bleu
Ou de rose ou de rien
Je la vois, je la veux
Mais son cœur ne dit rien
Et je l'aime
Pour ma peine
À quoi sert d'aimer
Un cœur de papier
Qui ne veut jamais
Se déchirer
À ce cœur de papier
Je vais mettre le feu
Et le voir s'allumer
Voir l'amour dans ses yeux
Car je l'aime
Pour ma peine
Vrijdag 29 november 1974
Free (Pearly Gate)
Free
Composer(s): Chris Andrews
Performer(s): Pearly Gate (Ron Dante)
Ever since the world began
There's always been a certain man
A certain man who's been put down
As sure as the world goes round
He's always had to fight, fight, fight
For what he knows is right
Ever since the world began
There's always been a certain man
Now he wants to be free, free, free
So let him be, be, be
He wants to be free, free, free
Is that so hard to see?
He's had all he can take
And so for Heaven's sake
Let him be free, free, free
Just like a bird in a tree
He wants to be free
All aboard the Freedom Train
Throw away those rusty chains
Rusty chains have shown their might
And we can't see what's right
Until the day we stand
All equal in God's land
All aboard the Freedom Train
Throw away those rusty chains
Now he wants to be free, free, free
So let him be, be, be
He wants to be free, free, free
Is that so hard to see?
He's had all he can take
And so for Heaven's sake
Let him be free, free, free
Just like a bird in a tree
He wants to be free, free, free
So let him be, be, be
He wants to be free, free, free
Is that so hard to see?
He's had all he can take
And so for Heaven's sake
Let him be free, free, free
Just like a bird in a tree
He wants to be free, free, free
So let him be, be, be
He wants to be free, free, free
Is that so hard to see?
He's had all he can take
And so for Heaven's sake
Let him be free, free, free
Just like a bird in a tree...
Donderdag 28 november 1974
The Hockey Song
The Hockey Song
Composer(s): Stompin' Tom Connors
Performer(s): Stompin' Tom Connors
Hello out there, we're on the air
it's hockey night tonight!
The tension grows
the whistle blows
and the puck goes down the ice
The golie jumps
and and the players bump
and the fans all go insane
Someone roars
"Bobby Scores!"
At the good old hockey game!
Oh!
The good old hockey game!
It's the best game you can name!
And the best game you can name
is the good old hockey game!
Second Period
Where players dash
with skates a-flash
the home team trails behind
But they grab the puck
and go bursting up
and their down across the line
They storm the crease
like bumblebees
and they travel like a burning flame
We see them slide the puck inside
its a one one hockey game!
Oh!
The good old hockey game!
Its the best game you can name!
And the best game you can name
is the good old hockey game!
Third Period
Last game in the play-offs too
Oh take me where, the hockey players
face off down the rink
And the Stanley Cup
is all filled up
for the champs who win the drink!
Now the final flick
of a hockey stick
and a one gigantic scream
"The Puck Is In! The Home Team Wins!"
At the good ol hockey game
Oh!
The good old hockey game!
Its the best game you can name!
And the best game you can name
is the good old hockey game!
Oh!
The good old hockey game!
Its the best game you can name!
And the best game you can name
is the good old hockey game!
Oh!
The good old hockey game!
Its the best game you can name!
And the best game you can name
is the good old hockey game!
Donderdag 28 november 1974
C'est Tout Comme
C'est Tout Comme
((Adapted from: A Mess Of Blues (Elvis Presley & The Jordanaires) - 1960))
((Danish Version: Masser Af Busser (Bamses Venner) - 1976))
Composer(s): Doc Pomus - Mort Shuman - Pierre Saka
Performer(s): Les Chaussettes Noires - 1961
La main qui montre le ciel noir
Mes yeux qui voudraient te voir
Mais tu n'es pas revenue
Et ce temps perdu
C'est tout comme un monde qui me fuit
Le train qui file dans la nuit
Le froid qui arrête la vie
Le vent qui porte la pluie
Et tous ses ennuis
C'est tout comme un jour sans rêve autour
Jamais, non jamais trop de bleu et de rire
Le soleil, c'est pour les pauvres, pour les aider à vivre
Le moindre bruit qui me réveille
La ville ne dort pas
Sur son néon et ses enseignes
Cette joie qui se perd
C'est tout comme un jour sans rêve autour
Jamais, non jamais là, croiseront nos routes
Le temps et les gens qui passent viennent creuser le doute
Après minuit, le blues qui pleure
Dans la fumée des bars
L'image du dernier quart d'heure
De cette joie qui se meurt
C'est tout comme un cœur qui ne bat plus
C'est tout comme un monde qui me fuit
C'est tout comme un jour sans rêve autour
Donderdag 28 november 1974
Free (Deniece Williams)
Free
Composer(s): Susaye Greene;
Hank Redd; Nathan Watts; Deniece Williams
Performer(s): Deniece Williams
Whispering in his ear my magic potion for love
Telling him I'm sincere
And that there's nothing too good for us
And I've just got to be free, free, free
Whispering in his ear my magic potion for love
Telling him I'm sincere
And that there's nothing too good for us
But I want to be free, free, free
And I just got to be me, yeah, free, free
Teasing hands on his mind
Give our night such mystery
Happiness all the time
Oh and how that night pleases me
But I want to be free (ba, ba, ba, ba)
But I just got to be me, me
Feeling you close to me
Makes all my senses smile
Let's not waste ecstasy
Cause I'll only be here for a while
I just got to be free, free, free
And I just got to be me, yeah, yeah, yeah
Free, free, oh
Free, free, free, oh baby, oh
And I just want to, I just want to be me
Woensdag 27 november 1974
The Hobo Song
The Hobo Song
Composer(s): John Prine
Performer(s): John Prine; Johnny Cash; Dean Phelps
There was a time when lonely men would wander
Through this land rolling aimlessly along
So many times I've heard of their sad story
Written in the words of dead men's songs
Down through the years many men have yearned for freedom
Some found it only on the open road
So many tears of blood have fell around us
'Cause you can't always do what you are told
Please tell me where have all the hobos gone to
I see no fire burning down by the rusty railroad tracks
Could it be their time has gone and left them
Tied up in life's eternal travellin' sack
Please tell me where have all the hobos gone to
I see no fire burning down by the rusty railroad tracks
Could it be their time has gone and left them
Tied up in life's eternal travellin' sack
Please tell me where have all the hobos gone to
I see no fire burning down by the rusty railroad tracks
Could it be their time has gone and left them
Tied up in life's eternal travellin' sack
Please tell me where have all the hobos gone to
I see no fire burning down by the rusty railroad tracks
Could it be their time has gone and left them
Tied up in life's eternal travellin' sack
Last Sunday night I wrote a letter to my loved one
I signed my name and knew I'd stayed away too long
There was a time when my heart was free to wander
And I remember as I sing this hobo song
Woensdag 27 november 1974
C'est Toujours Un Mystère
C'est Toujours Un Mystère
Composer(s): Pierre Rapsat
First release by: Pierre Rapsat - 1982
C'est toujours un mystère
Le début d'une histoire
C'est comme une lumière
Qui se glisse dans le noir
C'est déjà la frontière
La fin du couloir
Et moi je danse
J'ai perdu la mémoire
C'est toujours un mystère
C'est comme les grands départs
On est des émigrants
Qui s'en vont quelque part
Sur un océan
Ou la Mer Noire
Et moi je danse
J'ai perdu la mémoire
Je danse la danse du feu
Les pieds nus dans la cendre
Sans chercher à comprendre
Si j'me sens heureux
La danse de la colère
Elle se danse en enfer
Soulève de la poussière
Qu'on jette à la mer
C'est toujours un mystère
Le début d'une histoire
De sentir un coeur
Se gonfler d'espoir
Des anneaux enclavés
Que brise un foulard
Et moi je danse
J'ai perdu la mémoire
Je danse la danse du feu
Les pieds nus dans la cendre
Sans chercher à comprendre
Si j'me sens heureux
La danse de la colère
Soulève que d'la poussière
Qu'on jette à la mer
Woensdag 27 november 1974
Fredman's Song No. 10
Fredman's Song No. 10
Performer(s): Carl Michael Bellman
Drink till after twelve or more
Live it up with madmen!
Earth is but my chamber floor
And the sun my lantern
Nothing else is worth a pin
If my head but giddy spin
Giddy spin, giddy spin
Giddy spin, giddy spin
Until it's so drowsy
Nothing more can rouse me
In my grandad's overcoat
Torn and out at elbows
Here I stand, on brandy dote
'Mid the queerest fellows
Out of pretty goblets bright
Tipple morning noon and night
Noon and night, noon and night
Noon and night, noon and night
Till I'm just another
Boozy red-nosed brother
If my sainted father stood
Suddenly before me
"Son", he'd hiccup, "skål!
That's good
Brandy best doth warm me"
"Brother mine," I'd then reply
Let us toast the morning sky
Morning sky, morning sky
Morning sky, morning sky
Then to thy repose, sir
Thou again mayst go, sir"
Were I but a man of wealth
Gold my pocket lining
Christmas day I'd dress myself
Like the king, when dining
Then I'd purchase and I'd use
Coat and waistcoat and new shoes
New shoes, new shoes
New shoes, new shoes
And of course I'd buy, sir
A watch upon my thigh, sir!
But my throat can't stand such loss
'Tis a very drought, sir
What is gold, when got, but dross?
Pull the cork right out, sir!
Let us steady on our legs
Drain this bottle to the dregs
To the dregs, to the dregs
To the dregs, to the dregs
Then let death attack us
In the blood of Bacchus
Dinsdag 26 november 1974
The Hitchhikers' Song
The Hitchhikers' Song
Composer(s): Joan Baez
Performer(s): Joan Baez
When the mist rolls in on Highway One
like a curtain to the day
A thousand silhouettes hold out their thumbs
and I see them and I say
You are my children
my sweet children
I am your poet
With hair just like the burning tree of Moses
the girl beside you is your twin
Behind your fiery make-up you should know this
I am your sister, I am your kin, your flesh and kin
I'll write this tune
in matching phrases
just to show it
You are the orphans in an age
of no tomorrows
and with your walking you wage a war
against the sorrows
Your fathers left you
a row to hoe
and you'll hoe it
If I could write you easy directions
on a list
you would not read it, you could not see it
for the mist
Besides my pen is
very righteous
and I know it
So walk to the edges of a dying kingdom
There's one more summer just around the bend
The amber in your smile is brave and winsome
for though your highway has no end, it never ends
There is still the sky
the windy cliff
and the sea below it
I'd take an angel's ram horn trumpet
and I'd blow it
I'd blow it
Dinsdag 26 november 1974
C'est Toujours Le Même Refrain
C'est Toujours Le Même Refrain
Composer(s): Cozette Morgan - Vline Buggy
Performer(s): Claude François
Faut-il aimer pour être aimé
Jamais l'amour n'est partagé
Et la balance en vérité
Penche toujours d'un seul côté
Dès que j'espère le bateau chavire
Dès que je doute le ciel devient bleu
C'est jamais toi qui prends ma main
C'est toujours moi qui te retiens
Malgré le mal que tu me fais
Je préfère souffrir et t'aimer
Penser à toi et croire jusqu'au bout
Être plutôt l'agneau que le loup
Et c'est toujours le même refrain
Si je t'aime trop toi tu m'aimes moins
Oui c'est toujours le même refrain
Si je t'aime moins c'est toi qui reviens
Il y a toujours un coin au soleil
Et un coin à l'ombre
Et c'est toujours le même refrain
Si je t'aime trop toi tu m'aimes moins
Oui c'est toujours le même refrain
Si je t'aime moins c'est toi qui reviens
Il en faut toujours un de malheureux
Un de malheureux sur deux
J'en ai connu d'autres avant toi
J'ai essayé combien de fois
J'ai renoncé je ne peux pas
Non, aimer si je ne souffre pas
Je cours toujours après l'impossible
Après le rêve après l'inconnu
Je passerai toute ma vie
A suivre tout ce qui me fuit
Je suis resté comme l'enfant
Qui pleure après son cerf-volant
Mais je préfère souffrir jusqu'au bout
Être plutôt l'agneau que le loup
Et c'est toujours le même refrain
Si je t'aime trop toi tu m'aimes moins
Oui c'est toujours le même refrain
Si je t'aime moins c'est toi qui reviens
Il y a toujours un coin au soleil
Et un coin à l'ombre
Et c'est toujours le même refrain
Si je t'aime trop toi tu m'aimes moins
Oui c'est toujours le même refrain
Si je t'aime moins c'est toi qui reviens
Il en faut toujours un de malheureux
Un de malheureux sur deux
Et c'est toujours le même refrain
Si je t'aime trop toi tu m'aimes moins
Oui c'est toujours le même refrain
Si je t'aime moins c'est toi qui reviens
Il y a toujours un coin au soleil
Et un coin à l'ombre
Et c'est toujours le même refrain
Si je t'aime trop toi tu m'aimes moins
Oui c'est toujours le même refrain
Si je t'aime moins c'est toi qui reviens
Il en faut toujours un de malheureux
Un de malheureux sur deux
Dinsdag 26 november 1974
Frédérique Endormie
Frédérique Endormie
Performer(s): Yves Duteil
Frédérique endormie
Un visage d'enfant
Au milieu du tumulte
De ses cheveux défaits
Immobile
Dans l'amour de son père
Saisie en un instant
Au bout de son fusain
Sereine, au fond d'un rêve
On dirait que d'un doigt
Qu'il esquisse déjà
Elle va jouer à l'envers
Un air imaginaire
Au piano de sa vie
Frédérique endormie
Dans son autre univers
Sans peur et sans hiver
Semble toucher le ciel
Et tranquille
Dans ses draps chiffonnés
Par le premier sommeil
Blottie dans la douceur
Elle a trouvé la paix
Juste une enfant qui dort
Aux lueurs de l'aurore
Les bras enchevêtrés
Le visage ébloui
D'un soleil de minuit
Frédérique endormie
Ne semble respirer
Que pour mieux savourer
Le bonheur de sa nuit
Seule au monde
Elle est comme en voyage
Au delà de son âge
Le cœur dans la musique
Heureuse, elle improvise
Elle prépare en secret
Dans le visage en fleur
Qui s'ouvre entre ses mains
Le présage certain
D'un sourire enfantin
Frédérique endormie
Un visage d'enfant
Au milieu du tumulte
De ses cheveux défaits
Immobile
Dans l'amour de son père
Saisie en un instant
Au bout de son fusain
Sereine, au fond d'un rêve
Sait-il que sous les doigts
Qu'il esquisse déjà sur le papier jauni
Elle va jouer au piano
Le plus clair de sa vie?...
Sait-il que sous les doigts
Qu'il esquisse déjà sur le papier jauni
Elle va jouer au piano
Le plus clair de sa vie?...
Maandag 25 november 1974
The Hippy Hippy Shake
The Hippy Hippy Shake
((French Version: La Fille Qui Me Plait (Les Lionceaux) - 1964))
Composer(s): Chan Romero
First release by: Chan Romero - 1959
Covered by multiple other artists
For goodness sake
I've got the hippy, hippy shake
I've got the shake, oh the hippy, hippy shake
Oo I can't keep still with the hippy, hippy shake
I get my fill with that hippy, hippy shake
Oo my babe, auw the hippy, hippy shake
Well now you shake it to the left, you shake it to the right
Do the hippy shake, shake with all of your might
And you shake
Oh you shake
Oo my babe
Auw the hippy, hippy shake
Well now you shake it to the left, you shake it to the right
Do the hippy shake, shake with all of your might
And you shake
Yes you shake
Oo my babe
Auw the hippy, hippy shake
Auw the hippy, hippy shake
Yeah the hippy, hippy shake
Oh yeah
Maandag 25 november 1974
C'est Toujours La Première Fois
C'est Toujours La Première Fois
Composer(s): Jean Ferrat
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat; Isabelle Aubret
Enfin enfin je te retrouve
Toi qui n'avais jamais été
Qu'absente comme jeune louve
Ou l'eau dormante au fond des douves
S'échappant au soleil d'été
Tu peux m'ouvrir cent fois les bras
C'est toujours la première fois
Absente comme souveraine
Qu'on voit entre deux haies passer
O toi si proche et si lointaine
Dès que l'amour file sa laine
Entre nos doigts désaccordés
Tu peux m'ouvrir cent fois les bras
C'est toujours la première fois
La faim de toi qui me dévore
Me fait plier genoux et bras
Je n'aurais pas assez d'amphore
Ni de mots encore et encore
Pour y mettre son terme bas
Tu peux m'ouvrir cent fois les bras
C'est toujours la première fois
La soif de toi par quoi je tremble
Ma lèvre à jamais desséchée
Mon amour qu'est-ce qu'il t'en semble
Est-ce de vivre ou non ensemble
Qui pourra m'en désaltérer
Tu peux m'ouvrir cent fois les bras
C'est toujours la première fois
L'amour de toi par quoi j'existe
N'a pas d'autre réalité
Je ne suis qu'un nom de ta liste
Un pas que le vent sur la piste
Efface avant d'avoir été
Tu peux m'ouvrir cent fois les bras
C'est toujours la première fois
Maandag 25 november 1974
Freddy, My Love
Freddy, My Love
Composer(s): Warren Casey; Jim Jacobs
Performer(s): Cindy Bullens;
and various other artists
Freddy my love, I miss you more than words can say
Freddy my love, please keep in touch while you're away
Hearing from you can make the day so much better
just a souvenier or even a letter
I really flipped over the great cashmere sweater
Freddy, my love
Freddy, my love
Freddy, my love
Freddy you know, your absense makes me feel so blue
That's okay though, your presents make me think of you
Mama will have a heart-attack when she catches
Those little bushes with the black leather patches
Oh how I wish I had a jacket that matches
Freddy, my love
Freddy, my love
Freddy, my love
Freddy, my love
Don't keep your letters from me, I quilt to every line
Your spelling's kinda crummy
but honey so is mine I treasure every gifty
the ring is really nifty
You say it cost you fifty, so you're drifty, I don't mind
Whoa - Freddy you see
you'll hold me in your arms someday
(Freddy my love)
And I will be wearing your lacy lingerie
(Freddy I'm yours)
Thinking about it, my heart's pounding already
Knowing when you come home, we're bound to go steady
And through your service pay around my confetti
Freddy, my love
Freddy, my love
Freddy, my love
Freddy, my love - ooh Freddy Freddy, my love
Freddy, my love
Freddy, my love - ooh Freddy Freddy, my love
Freddy, my love, Freddy, my love
I'm ready Freddy, my love
Freddy, my love
Freddy, my love - ooh Freddy Freddy, my love
Freddy, my love, Freddy, my love...
Zondag 24 november 1974
The Hippopotamus Song
The Hippopotamus Song
Composer(s): Michael Flanders - Donald Swann
Performer(s): Flanders & Swann
and multiple other artists
A bold hippopotamus was standing one day
On the banks of the cool Shalimar
He gazed at the bottom as it peacefully lay
By the light of the evening star
Away on a hilltop sat combing her hair
His fair hippopotamine maid
The hippo-pot-amus was no ignoramus
And sang her this sweet serenade
Mud, mud, glorious mud
Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood
So follow me, follow / down to the hollow
And there let us wallow in glorious mud
The fair hippopotama he aimed to entice
From here seen on the hilltop above
As she had not got a ma to give her advice
Came tip-toeing down to her love
Like thunder the forest re-echoed the sound
Of the song that they sang as they met
His enamorata adjusted her garter
And lifted her voice in duet
Mud, mud, glorious mud
Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood
So follow me, follow / down to the hollow
And there let us wallow in glorious mud
Follow me, follow
Down to the hollow
That will improve our cultural relations
Now more hippopotami began to convene
On the banks of that river so wide
I wonder now what I am to say of the scene
That ensued by the Shalimar side
They dived all at once with an ear-splitting splash
Then rose to the surface again
A regular army of hippopotami
All singing this haunting refrain
Mud, mud, glorious mud
Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood
So follow me, follow / down to the hollow
And there let us wallow in glorious mud
Zondag 24 november 1974
C'est Toujours La Même Histoire
C’est Toujours La Même Histoire
Composer(s): Henri Contet - Daniel White
Performer(s): Edith Piaf; Orch. Guy Luypaerts; Martha Wainwright
J'ai bien connu le gars qui rencontra la fille
J'ai bien connu la fille qui souriait au gars
La la la...
Il lui a demandé du fil et des aiguilles
Pour accrocher un cœur à son manteau de drap
La la la...
Et elle a tout donné, le fil et les aiguilles
Et puis son cœur de fille par-dessus le marché
C'est toujours la même histoire
J'ose à peine vous en parler
Moi, j'ai fait semblant d'y croire
Faites semblant de m'écouter
Alors, j'ai vu la fille inventer des dimanches
Pour y danser l'amour, au bras de son amant
La la la...
Si l'amour était pur, si la vie était franche
Ils auraient pu s'aimer jusqu'au bout du long temps
La la la...
Il a d'abord menti sans qu'elle veuille comprendre
Mais elle a voulu s' pendre le jour qu'il est parti
C'est toujours la même histoire
J'ose à peine vous en parler
Moi, j'ai fait semblant d'y croire
Faites semblant de m'écouter
J'ai bien connu le gars qui a quitté la fille
J'ai bien connu la fille qui pleurait pour le gars
Ah ah ah...
Elle a pleuré longtemps et de fil en aiguille
Ses larmes vieillissaient mais ne guérissaient pas
Ah ah ah...
Son cœur avait pris froid
C'est plus grave qu'on n' suppose
Moi, j'en sais quelque chose
La fille, c'était moi
Y a plus besoin de m'écouter
Zondag 24 november 1974
Freddie's Dead
Freddie's Dead
Composer(s): Curtis Mayfield
Performer(s): Curtis Mayfield;
and various other artists
Hey-hey
Love-love
Yeah-yeah
Ah-ha
Freddie's dead
That's what I said
Let the man rap a plan
Said he'd see him home
But his hope was a rope
And he should've known
It's hard to understand
There was love in this man
I'm sure all would agree
That his misery
Was his woman and things
Now Freddie's dead
That's what I said
Everybody's misused him
Ripped him off and abused him
Another junkie plan
Pushin' dope for the man
A terrible blow
But thats how it go'
a-Freddie's on the corner now
If you wanna be a junkie, wow
Remember Freddie's dead
We're all built up with progress
But sometimes I must confess
We can deal with rockets and dreams
But reality, what does it mean?
Ain't nothin' said
'Cause Freddie's dead
Hey-hey
Love-love
Hey-hey
Yeah-yeah
Ha-ha
Love-love
Heah-yeah
Ha-ha
Yeah-yeah
Freddie's dead
All I want is some peace of mind
With a little love I'm tryin' to find
This could be such a beautiful world
With a wonderful girl
Ooo, I need a woman child
Don't wanna be like Freddie now
'Cause Freddie's dead
Hey-hey
Yeah-yeah
If you don't try
You're gonna die
Why can't we brothers protect one another?
No one's serious and it makes me furious
Don't be misled
Just think of Fred
Everybody's misused him
Ripped him up and abused him
Another junkie plan
Pushin' dope for the man
a-Freddie's on the corner now
If you wanna be a junkie, why?
Remember Freddie's dead
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Freddie's dead
Hey-hey
Ha-ha
Love-love
Ha-ha
Boo-hoo
Hey-hey
Love-love
Hey-hey
Zaterdag 23 november 1974
The Hills Of Old Wyoming
