Vrijdag 23 mei 1975
Ragazzo Dell'Europa
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Donderdag 22 mei 1975
The Long Run
The Long Run
Composer(s): Glenn Frey - Don Henley
First release by: Eagles - 1979
Covered by multiple other artists
I used to hurry a lot, I used to worry a lot
I used to stay out till the break of day
oh that didnt git it, it was high time I quit it
I just couldnt carry on that way
oh, I did some damage, I know its true
didn't know I was so lonely till I found you
who can go the distance?
we'll find out in the long run, in the long run
we can handle some resistance
if our love is a strong one. is a strong one
people talkin about us, they got nothing else to do
when it all comes down we will still come through
in the long run
ooh I want to tell you it's a long run
you know I don't understand why you don't treat yourself better
do the crazy things that you do
when all the debutantes back in Houston baby
couldn't hold a candle to you
did you do it for love, did you do it for money
did you do it for spite, did you think you had to honey?
who is gonna make it?
well find out in the long run, in the long run
I know we can take it
if our love is a strong one, is a strong one
well were scared but we ain't shakin
kinda bent but we ain't breakin
in the long run
ooh I want to tell you it's a long run
Donderdag 22 mei 1975
Chattanooga Choo Choo
Chattanooga Choo Choo
Composer(s): Mack Gordon - Harry Warren
First performance: Glenn Miller - 1939
Covered by multiple other artists
Pardon me boy
is that the Chattanooga Choo Choo
Track 29 boy you can give me a shine
I can afford
to board a Chattanooga Choo Choo
I've got my fare and just a trifle to spare
Well you leave the Pennsylvania station
'bout a quarter to four
Read a magazine and then you're in Baltimore
Dinner at the diner
Nothing could be finer
Then you have your ham and eggs in Carolina
When you hear the whistle blowing
eight to the bar
Then you know that Tenneesse is not very far
Shovel all the coal in
Gotta keep it rolling
Whoo,Whoo, Chattanooga there you are
There's gonna be
A certain party at the station
Satin and lace
I used to call funny face
She's gonna cry Until
I tell her that I'll never roam
So, Chattanooga Choo Choo
Won't you Choo Choo me home!
Donderdag 22 mei 1975
Ragamuffin Man
Ragamuffin Man
Composer(s): Peter Callander; Mitch Murray
Performer(s): Manfred Mann; Paper Lace
Born and raised as a rich man's son
You were always the restless one
Living high only made you low
So you packed up and hit the road
Chorus:
Hey, it's the Ragamuffin Man
Life was so grand, you used to stand
Holdin' your head up high
Look at you now, I wonder how
You can be satisfied
Stowed a ride on a westbound train
Called yourself by another name
Spent your nights in a mission home
Cast away the life that you'd known
(chorus)
As you rise in the mornin' rain
Take a look down that road again
Does the thought ever grab your mind
For the life that you've left behind?
(chorus)
Hey, it's the Ragamuffin Man
Ahhhhh, la la la la la la la
Hey, it's the Ragamuffin Man
Woensdag 21 mei 1975
The Long And Winding Road
The Long And Winding Road
Composer(s): John Lennon - Paul McCartney
First release by: The Beatles - 1970
Covered by multiple other artists
The long and winding road, that leads to your door
Will never disappear, I've seen that road before
It always leads me here, lead me to your door
The wild and windy night, that the rain washed away
Has left a pool of tears, crying for the day
Why leave me standing here?
Let me know the way
Many times I've been alone, and many times I've cried
Anyway you'll never know the many ways I've tried
And still they lead me back, to the long winding road
You left me standing here, a long, long time ago
Don't leave me waiting here, lead me to you door!
But still they lead me back, to the long and winding road
You left me standing here, a long, long time ago
Don't keep me waiting here, lead me to you
Woensdag 21 mei 1975
Chattahoochee
Chattahoochee
Composer(s): Alan Jackson - Jim McBride
Performer(s): Alan Jackson
and multiple other artists
Way down yonder on the Chattahoochee
It gets hotter than a hoochie coochie
We laid rubber on the Georgie asphalt
We got a little crazy but we never got caught
Down by the river on a friday night
A pyramid of cans in the pale moonlight
Talking 'bout cars and dreaming 'bout women
Never had a plan just a livin' for the minute
Yeah way down yonder on the Chattahoochee
Never knew how much that muddy water meant to me
But I learned how to swim and I learned how I was
A lot about livin' and a litttle 'bout love
Well we fooged up the windows in my old chevy
I was willing but she wasn't ready
So a settled for a burger and a grape sno - cone
Dropped her off early but I didn't go home
Down by the river on a friday night
A pyramid of cans in the pale moonlight
Talking 'bout cars and dreaming 'bout women
Never had a plan just a livin' for the minute
Yeah way down yonder on the Chattahoochee
Never knew how much that muddy water meant to me
But I learned how to swim and I learned how I was
A lot about livin' and a litttle 'bout love
Way down yonder on the Chattahoochee
It gets hotter than a hoochie coochie
We laid rubber on the Georgie asphalt
We got a little crazy but we never got caught
Well we fooged up the windows in my old chevy
I was willing but she wasn't ready
So a settled for a burger and a grape sno - cone
Dropped her off early but I didn't go home
Down by the river on a friday night
A pyramid of cans in the pale moonlight
Talking 'bout cars and dreaming 'bout women
Never had a plan just a livin' for the minute
Yeah way down yonder on the Chattahoochee
Never knew how much that muddy water meant to me
But I learned how to swim and I learned how I was
A lot about livin' and a litttle 'bout love
Woensdag 21 mei 1975
Rag Mop
Rag Mop
Composer(s): D. Anderson; J.L. Wills
Performer(s): The Ames Brothers;
and various other artists
M
I say M-O
M-O-P
M-O-P-P
Mop
M-O-P-P
Mop Mop Mop Mop
R
I say R-A
R-A-G
R-A-G-G
Rag
R-A-G-G M-O-P-P
Rag Mop
Doo-doo-doo-DAH-dee-ah-dah
Rag Mop
Doo-doo-doo-DAH-dee-ah-dah
Rag Mop
Doo-doo-doo-DAH-dee-ah-dah
Rag Mop
Doo-doo-doo-DAH-dee-ah-dah
Rag Mop
Doo-doo-doo-DAH-dee-ah-dah
R-A-G-G M-O-P-P
Rag Mop!
A
I say A-B
A-B-C
A-B-C-D
A-B-C-D-E
A-B-C-D-E-F-G-H
I
I say M-O
M-O-P
M-O-P-P
Mop
M-O-P-P
Mop Mop Mop Mop
R
I say R-A
R-A-G
R-A-G-G
Rag
R-A-G-G M-O-P-P
Rag Mop
Doo-doo-doo-DAH-dee-ah-dah
Rag Mop
Doo-doo-doo-DAH-dee-ah-dah
Rag Mop
Doo-doo-doo-DAH-dee-ah-dah
Rag Mop
Doo-doo-doo-DAH-dee-ah-dah
Rag Mop
Doo-doo-doo-DAH-dee-ah-dah
R-A-G-G M-O-P-P
Rag Mop!
Dinsdag 20 mei 1975
Via Della Povertà
Via Della Povertà
((Adapted from: Desolation Row (Bob Dylan) - 1965))
((Dutch Version: De Verloren Straat (Ernst Jansz) - 2010))
Composer(s): Bob Dylan - Fabrizio De André
Performer(s): Fabrizio De André - 1974
Il Salone di bellezza in fondo al vicolo
è affollatissimo di marinai
prova a chiedere a uno che ore sono
e ti risponderà "non l'ho saputo mai"
Le cartoline dell'impiccagione
sono in vendita a cento lire l'una
il commissario cieco dietro la stazione
per un indizio ti legge la sfortuna
e le forze dell'ordine irrequiete
cercano qualcosa che non va
mentre io e la mia signora ci affacciamo stasera
su via della Povertà
Cenerentola sembra così facile
ogni volta che sorride ti cattura
ricorda proprio Bette Davis
con le mani appoggiate alla cintura
Arriva Romeo trafelato
e le grida "il mio amore sei tu"
ma qualcuno gli dice di andar via
e di non riprovarci più
e l'unico suono che rimane
quando l'ambulanza se ne va
è Cenerentola che spazza la strada
in via della Povertà
Mentre l'alba sta uccidendo la luna
e le stelle si son quasi nascoste
la signora che legge la fortuna
se n'è andata in compagnia dell'oste
Ad eccezione di Abele e di Caino
tutti quanti sono andati a far l'amore
aspettando che venga la pioggia
ad annacquare la gioia ed il dolore
e il Buon Samaritano
sta affilando la sua pietà
se ne andrà al Carnevale stasera
in via della Povertà
I tre Re Magi sono disperati
Gesù Bambino è diventato vecchio
e Mister Hyde piange sconcertato
vedendo Jeckyll che ride nello specchio
Ofelia è dietro la finestra
mai nessuno le ha detto che è bella
a soli ventidue anni
è già una vecchia zitella
la sua morte sarà molto romantica
trasformandosi in oro se ne andrà
per adesso cammina avanti e indietro
in via della Povertà
Einstein travestito da ubriacone
ha nascosto i suoi appunti in un baule
è passato di qui un'ora fa
diretto verso l'ultima Thule
sembrava così timido e impaurito
quando ha chiesto di fermarsi un po' qui
ma poi ha cominciato a fumare
e a recitare l'A B C
ed a vederlo tu non lo diresti mai
ma era famoso qualche tempo fa
per suonare il violino elettrico
in via della Povertà
Ci si prepara per la grande festa
c'è qualcuno che comincia ad aver sete
il fantasma dell'opera
si è vestito in abiti da prete
sta ingozzando a viva forza Casanova
per punirlo della sua sensualità
lo ucciderà parlandogli d'amore
dopo averlo avvelenato di pietà
e mentre il fantasma grida
tre ragazze si son spogliate già
Casanova sta per essere violentato
in via della Povertà
E bravo Nettuno mattacchione
il Titanic sta affondando nell'aurora
nelle scialuppe i posti letto sono tutti occupati
e il capitano grida "ce ne stanno ancora"
e Ezra Pound e Thomas Eliot
fanno a pugni nella torre di comando
i suonatori di calipso ridono di loro
mentre il cielo si sta allontanando
e affacciati alle loro finestre nel mare
tutti pescano mimose e lillà
e nessuno deve più preoccuparsi
di via della Povertà
A mezzanotte in punto i poliziotti
fanno il loro solito lavoro
metton le manette intorno ai polsi
a quelli che ne sanno più di loro
i prigionieri vengon trascinati
su un calvario improvvisato lì vicino
e il caporale Adolfo li ha avvisati
che passeranno tutti dal camino
e il vento ride forte
e nessuno riuscirà a ingannare il suo destino
in via della Povertà
La tua lettera l'ho avuta proprio ieri
mi racconti tutto quel che fai
ma non essere ridicola
non chiedermi "come stai"
questa gente di cui mi vai parlando
è gente come tutti noi
non mi sembra che siano mostri
non mi sembra che siano eroi
e non mandarmi ancora tue notizie
nessuno ti risponderà
se insisti a spedirmi le tue lettere
da via della Povertà
Dinsdag 20 mei 1975
Chat Gris Chagrin
Chat Gris Chagrin
Performer(s): Salvatore Adamo
Chat gris, chagrin soir
Et matin sur l'édredon fait son ronron
Chat gris, chagrin les yeux éteints
Trouve le temps long et tourne en rond
Elle, elle comprenait chat gris
Elle, elle te parlait chagrin
Moi j'suis ton ami aussi
Mais j'ai ma tête entre mes mains
Tu le vois bien
Et que peut bien faire un monsieur sans entrain
Pour te distraire chat gris, chagrin
Te jeter son cœur comme une boule de laine
Ça f'rait ton bonheur ça chass'rait pas ta peine
Chat gris, chagrin dans le jardin
De papillon en abandon
Chat gris, chagrin
Trouve son patron pas folichon
Elle, elle m'a quitté chat gris
Elle, elle t'a oublié chagrin
Va, si tu peux la trouver
Moi, je ne peux pas t'aider
Tu le vois bien
Que pourrait bien faire un monsieur sans entrain
Pour te distraire chat gris, chagrin
Te jeter son cœur comme une boule de laine
Ça f'rait ton bonheur ça chass'rait pas ta peine
Dinsdag 20 mei 1975
Rag Mama Rag
Rag Mama Rag
Composer(s): J.R. Robertson
Performer(s): The Band
Rag Mama Rag, I can't believe it's true
Rag Mama Rag, what did you do?
I crawled up to the railroad track, let the four nine-teen scratch my back
Shag mama shag now whats come over you
Rag Mama Rag, I'm a pulling out your gag
Gonna turn you lose like an old caboose
Got a tail I need a drag
I ask about your turtle, and you ask about the weather
Well, I can't jump the hurdle and we can't get together
We could be relaxing in my sleeping bag
But all you want to do for me mama is a Rag Mama Rag
There's nowhere to go
Rag Mama Rag
Come on resin up the bow
Rag Mama Rag, where do ya roam?
Rag Mama Rag, bring your skinny little body right home
Its dog eat dog and cat eat mouse, you can
Rag Mama Rag all over my house
Hail stones beatin on the roof
the bourbon is a hundred proof
its you and me and the telephone
Our destiny is quite well known
We don't need to sit and brag
All we gotta do is
Rag Mama Rag
Rag Mama Rag
Where do you roam?
Rag Mama Rag, bring your skinny little body back home
Maandag 19 mei 1975
Chasseur De Rêves
Chasseur De Rêves
Composer(s): C. Monney - F. Jeantet - B. Flavien - Y. Guillo
Performer(s): Claude Brasseur
Contact... Moteur!
Y a du monde sur les boulevards
Des chevaux sous les capots
Des ronflements dans le brouillard
De drôles de bruits dans la sono
On s'dit "bonjour" et puis "au-revoir"
Un signe de tête dans les rétros
Motos, pilotes, autos, motards
Good bye, good luck, à bientôt
On laisse les habitudes pour d'autres latitudes
Destination plein sud!
Chasseur de rêves
Pour vivre l'aventure ailleurs
Vivre l'aventure ailleurs
Chasseur de rêves
Chasseur de rêves...
Hé! pourquoi tu cours dans le désert
Dans la vapeur des moteurs chauds
Si c'est pas pour gagner l'enfer
Au paradis auto-moto?
Accélère! ça passe, ça passe!
Bloque l'aiguille au compteur
Et pilote au tempo moteur
Jolie mafia!
Les machines infernales
Se battent dans la poussière
Au delà des frontières
Mirages de voyageurs
Faut tenir pour la victoire
Faut tenir jusqu'à Dakar
Chasseur de rêves
Pour vivre l'aventure ailleurs
Vivre l'aventure ailleurs
Chasseur de rêves, chasseur de rêves
Chasseur de rêves...
Quand on lève la tête sous un soleil de plomb
Parfois le temps s'arrête, le temps a raison
L'eau est tiède mais là-bas c'est normal
Le soleil a le poids du sommeil
Au petit jour, café trop chaud
Quelques mots... On r'part...
L'étape c'est la dernière
Les sourires sont fatigués
Derniers kilomètres en plein cœur de la forêt
On a rattrapé l'horizon
On a tenu jusqu'à Dakar
Chasseur de rêves
Pour vivre l'aventure ailleurs
Vivre l'aventure ailleurs
Chasseur de rêves,
L'aventure est loin
Chasseur de rêves
Chasseur de rêves
Vivre l'aventure ailleurs
Entre les hommes et l'équateur
Chasseur de rêves
Chasseur de rêves...
Maandag 19 mei 1975
Rag Doll
Rag Doll
Composer(s): Bob Crewe; Bob Gaudio
Performer(s): The Four Seasons;
and various other artists
Ooh, oo-oo-oo-ooh (Ooh-oo-ooh)
Ooh-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh
Ahh, ah-ah-ah-ahh (Rag doll, ooh)
Ooh-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh
(Hand-me-down) When she was just a kid her clothes were hand-me-down
(Hand-me-down) They always laughed at her when she came into town
Called her rag doll, little rag doll
Such a pretty face should be dressed in lace
Ooh, oo-oo-oo-ooh (Ooh-oo-ooh)
Ooh-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh
(Sad rag doll) I'd change her sad rags into glad rags if I could
(If I could) My folks won't let me 'cause they say that she's no good
She's a rag doll, such a rag doll
Though I love her so, I can't let her know
Ooh, oo-oo-oo-ooh (Ooh-oo-ooh)
Ooh-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh
Ahh, ah-ah-ah-ahh (Rag doll, ooh)
I love you just the way you are
A-ahh, ah-ah-ah-ah ah-ahh (Rag doll, ooh)
Ooh-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh
Zondag 18 mei 1975
La Mort Solitaire De Hattie Carroll
La Mort Solitaire De Hattie Carroll
((Adapted from: The Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll (Bob Dylan) - 1964))
Composer(s): Bob Dylan - Hugues Aufray - Pierre Delanoë
Performer(s): Hugues Aufray - 1965
William Zanzinger a tué Hattie Carroll
Il l'a tué sans raison d'un coup de canne en or
Au cours d'une soirée donnée à Baltimore
La police appelée désarma l'assassin
Il fut accompagné jusqu'au poste voisin
Inculpé d'homicide et gardé en prison
Vous qui philosophez tout le temps et critiquez les gens
Ne sortez pas votre mouchoir, vous pleurerez plus tard
William Zanzinger tout juste vingt quatre ans
Possédait un domaine d'au moins trois cents hectares
Héritier, protégé par de riches parents
Des soutiens politiques et des murs de dollars
Il haussa les épaules, poussa quelques jurons
Et fut presque aussitôt libéré sous caution
Vous qui philosophez tout le temps et critiquez les gens
Ne sortez pas votre mouchoir, vous pleurerez plus tard
Hattie Carroll était plutôt noire de couleur
Elle avait 50 ans et dix enfants mineurs
Elle vidait les ordures et apportait les plats
S'approchait de la table mais ne s'asseyait pas
Elle n'osait adresser la parole au patron
Vidant les cendriers, balayant le salon
Elle fut tué sur le coup, pauvre femme de misère
Elle qui n'avait rien fait à William Zanzinger
Vous qui philosophez tout le temps et critiquez les gens
Ne sortez pas votre mouchoir, vous pleurerez plus tard
Au palais de justice, le juge pris son temps
Pour étudier l'affaire très attentivement
Il dit tout citoyen pris en flagrant délit
Qu'il soit riche, qu'il soit pauvre, devait être puni
Et que la loi ferait aucune distinction
Condamnant sans faiblesse ceux qui tuent sans raison
Attendus ces motifs, le juge d'un ton sévère
Donna six mois de prison à William Zanzinger
Vous qui philosophez tout le temps et critiquez les gens
Vous pouvez sortir vos mouchoirs, il est bien temps de pleurer ce soir
Zondag 18 mei 1975
Chasing Shadows (Uriah Heep)
Chasing Shadows
Composer(s): Mick Box - Bob Daisley - Peter Goalby - Lee Kerslake - John Sinclair
Performer(s): Uriah Heep
Seen from the shadows
Deep in the night
I know you're near
But you're nowhere in sight
Seen from the darkness
Down in the streets
I hear your footsteps
I hear your heartbeat
Oh, I can hear your heartbeat
A misty corner
Away from the light
I know you're near
But you're nowhere in sight
On my shoulder
I feel you're near
I feel you moving
But you never appear
Zondag 18 mei 1975
Radio, Radio
Radio, Radio
Composer(s): Elvis Costello
Performer(s): Elvis Costello
I was tuning in the shine on the light night dial
doing anything my radio advised
with every one of those late night stations
playing songs bringing tears to me eyes
I was seriously thinking about hiding the receiver
when the switch broke 'cause it's old
They're saying things that I can hardly believe
They really think we're getting out of control
Radio is a sound salvation
Radio is cleaning up the nation
They say you better listen to the voice of reason
But they don't give you any choice
'cause they think that it's treason
So you had better do as you are told
You better listen to the radio
I wanna bite the hand that feeds me
I wanna bite that hand so badly
I want to make them wish they'd never seen me
Some of my friends sit around every evening
and they worry about the times ahead
But everybody else is overwhelmed by indifference
and the promise of an early bed
You either shut up or get cut out
they don't wanna hear about it
It's only inches on the reel-to-reel
And the radio is in the hands of such a lot of fools
tryin' to anaesthetise the way that you feel
(Chorus)
Wonderful radio
Marvelous radio
Wonderful radio
Radio, radio...
Zaterdag 17 mei 1975
The Loneliest Man On The Moon
The Loneliest Man On The Moon
Performer(s): David Castle
Sitting on the corner of the moon
Wishing you would get here soon
Whistling a lonely tune
Waiting for the next balloon
Reflections of the past are on my face
I don't know why I joined this race
Without you, I feel out of place
It's so lonely here in outer space
Babe, I'm the loneliest man on the moon
Spending my nights with the meteorites
Babe, I'm the loneliest man on the moon
Sharing my lips with a total eclipse
And I don't think you're coming back soon
The stars are falling down from the sky
Teardrops falling from my eyes
When I saw you wave goodbye
You were in a crowd, I was in a cloud
Babe, I'm the loneliest man on the moon
'Cause I don't see another balloon
Babe, I'm the loneliest man on the moon
Babe, I'm the loneliest man on the moon
Sharing my lips with a total eclipse
And I don't think you're coming back soon
Cause I don't see another balloon
I'm the loneliest man on the moon
I'm the loneliest man on the moon
I'm the loneliest man on the moon
I'm the loneliest man
Loneliest man, loneliest man on the moon
Zaterdag 17 mei 1975
Chasing Shadows (Deep Purple)
Chasing Shadows
Composer(s): Jon Lord - Ian Paice
Performer(s): Deep Purple
Chasing shadows, over my walls
with myself hardly sleeping
Dwarfs and giants, twenty feet tall
fill the room with their creeping
Sounds of breathing sharpen my ears
then they fade into nothing
Someone's laughter out in the street
fills the night with their loving
I feel the ice in my head
Running its hands through my bed
Not even dreaming I seem to be dead
Colours of yellow and colours of red
All I'm asking some secret voice
is to lead me to darkness
I'm so tired, dawn never comes
I just hide in the shadows
Zaterdag 17 mei 1975
Radio Wall Of Sound
Radio Wall Of Sound
Composer(s): James Whild Lea
Performer(s): Slade
(This is rockin' radio, the wall of sound
Citizen Kane rise again
Stay tuned to this frequency
This is rockin' radio, the wall of sound
The music that rocks, the music that stops
The music that comes to you from everywhere
As listeners with music on the mind
I love that music, I love that sound
I love that record, I love that voice
Stay tuned to radio WOS, the wall of sound)
I'm in trouble, I'm in deep, I don't know why I can't sleep
I feel something in my brain, it's the sound that's keeping me sane
I love that music, I love that sound
I love this new piano I found
I love that record, I love that noise
It's me who sees my favorite side
Radio, wall of sound, coming up from my tower
Radio, wall of sound, twenty-four hours of power
My head is spinning around, the F is a stedier sound
It tells me just who I am
Who's that telegram send
I love that record, I love that noise
Now my girl rocks with the boys
I love that music, I love that sound
So just play the radio loud
Radio, wall of sound, coming up from my tower
Radio, wall of sound, WOS power
Radio, wall of sound, coming up from my tower
Radio, wall of sound, twenty-four hours of power
My head is spinning around, the F is a stedier sound
It tells me just who I am
Who's that telegram send
I love that record, I love that noise
Now my girl rocks with the boys
I love that music, I love that sound
So just play the radio loud
(This is rocking radio 107, the music that
rocks the music that drops, the music that
comes to you from everywhere 'cause this
is the music of the mind)
I love that record, I love that sound,
I love it, I love it, I love it
(This is the big one, the wall of sound)
I love that music, I love that sound
You're listening to radio loud
(The music comes to you from around your head Look out!)
I love that record, I love that noise
(You think the music's here, it's not, it's inside your head.
You are the wall of sound)
Radio, wall of sound, coming up from my tower
Radio, wall of sound, twenty-four hours of power
My head is spinning around, the F is a stedier sound
It tells me just who I am
Who's that telegram send
I love that record, I love that noise
Now my girl rocks with the boys
I love that music, I love that sound
So just play the radio loud
Radio, wall of sound, coming up from my tower
Radio, wall of sound, WOS power
(Radio wall of sound-stay tuned to this frequency)
Vrijdag 16 mei 1975
The Lone Teen Ranger
The Lone Teen Ranger
Composer(s): Paul Simon
Performer(s): Tom & Jerry (Paul Simon as Jerry Landis)
Ba ba ba… ba-ba ba-ba ba-ba…
Hi, ho, Silver, away
Ba ba ba… ba-ba ba-ba ba-ba…
Hey, but the Lone Teen Ranger
Oh, he rides around on a big white horse
He’s as cool as he can be
And my baby fell in love with him
When she saw him on TV
And since that day, I’m sorry to say
She hasn’t had time for me
‘Cause he goes “bang, bang” –gun shot–
He’s the Lone Teen Ranger
Ba ba ba… ba-ba ba-ba ba-ba…
Hi, ho, Silver, away
Ba ba ba… ba-ba ba-ba ba-ba…
Hey, but the Lone Teen Ranger
To save my soul I can’t get a date
And you know who’s to blame
Since the Lone Teen Ranger came around
My girfriend’s not the same
She even kissed the TV set
Oh it’s a crying shame
‘Cause he goes “bang, bang” –gun shot–
He’s the Lone Teen Ranger
Ha! Pony!
Ride! Ride!
Every night at eight o’clock, she turns on the TV
The Lone Teen Ranger stole my girl
(She’s got no time for me)
Well, he better watch out, ‘cause I’m getting’ mad
And here’s what I’m gonna do
I’m gonna wear a mask and ride a horse and carry a six-gun too
And when my baby looks at me, she’s gonna love me too
‘Cause I’ll go “bang, bang” –gun shot–
He’s the Lone Teen Ranger
Hi, ho, Silver, there he goes! He’s the Lone Teen Ranger!
Hi, ho, Silver, there he goes! He’s the Lone Teen Ranger!...
(Who was that masked man?
You don’t know? That’s the Lone Teen Ranger!)
Vrijdag 16 mei 1975
Chasin' The Wind
