Woensdag 23 januari 1974
Car Wash (Bruce Springsteen)
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Car Wash
Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen
Performer(s): Bruce Springsteen
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Woensdag 23 januari 1974
Fire In The Hole
Fire In The Hole
Composer(s): Walter Becker; Donald Fagen
Performer(s): Steely Dan
I decline
To walk the line
They tell me that I'm lazy
Worldly wise
I realize
That everybody's crazy
A woman's voice reminds me
To serve and not to speak
Am I myself or just another freak
Don't you know
There's fire in the hole
And nothing left to burn
I'd like to run out now
There's nowhere left to turn
With a cough
I shake it off
And work around my yellow stripe
Should I hide
And eat my pride
Or wait until it's good and ripe
My life is boiling over
It's happened once before
I wish someone would open up the door
Don't you know
There's fire in the hole
And nothing left to burn
I'd like to run out now
There's nowhere left to turn
Dinsdag 22 januari 1974
The Company Town Doctor
The Company Town Doctor (aka The Dying Doctor)
Performer(s): Woody Guthrie
Doctor Leo Hayes was our company doctor
From the big coal companies he got his pay
For thirty-nine years he tried to cure us
And now today on his deathbed lay
He called his five boys and his three daughters
And at his bed we stood around
We heard him tell the history of the coal miners
And he said, "Don't let these people down"
You are all connected with the practice of medicine
You promise you'll keep true I know
You will do your best to help these people
I close my eyes for I must go
His youngest girl was Doctor Betty
With her face so pretty and her smile so sweet
She walked the coal towns of Force and Byrndale
She saw the sewage waters flowing down the street
She saw the children drink the cankered water
She saw the chickens fly up on the roof
She saw the waters overflow the sewers
And flood their gardens of victory
She went to the big shots of the Shawmut Company
She did not beg and she did not plead
She stood flatfooted and pounded the table
Sewer pipes and bathrooms are what we need
My dady told me to fight to cure sickness
But I can't cure sickness with sewage all around
These germs kill people quicker than I can cure them
We need a foundation under every house
We need a bathroom for every family
Yes, you can set there and blink your eyes
Three hundred miners are out behind me
We will clean this town or know the reason why
I quit my job as the family doctor
I nailed up my shingle and went on my own
I carried my pillbag and waded those waters
I set by a deathbed in many a home
I saw you catch rainwater in rusty washtubs
I saw you come home dirty up out of your pits
Watched you ride with your coffin up to your graveyard
With not a nickel to pay your burying debt
On July the fifteenth from the hills around
Three hundred miners walked down through town
The state inspector was testing the water
While he was working you stood around
One miner asked him to have a drink free
The inspector looked out toward our pits
He set his hat back on his head and says
"I wouldn't drink a drop of that on a bet"
I think of my daddy and brothers and sisters
When we stood around his dying bed
When I walk the streets of the company towns
I can hear every word my daddy said
The Shawmut Company is caught in its own paws
The people not worth the money they cost
A hundred have died, three hundred not working
Thirty thousand tons of coal is lost
Dinsdag 22 januari 1974
Since You Don't Care
Since You Don't Care
((French Version: Car Tu T'en Vas (Sylvie Vartan))
Performer(s): Sylvie Vartan
Arms that used to hold you so close to me
Arms that had to open, oh! and set you free
Arms that used to reach
And always find you there
Are just two empty, two empty arms
Since you don't care
Eyes that used to light up when you walked by
Eyes that never knew what it meant to cry
Eyes that watched you walk away
And left me standing there
Are just two cry-crying eyes
Since you don't care
Lips that used to talk and plan a future for two
Lips that used to kiss
You only, you know, these lips were true
Lips that used to smile
Before they kissed good-bye
Are just two silent, silent lips
Since you don't care
These empty arms
These crying eyes
These silent lips
Are all so lonely
Since you don't care
Dinsdag 22 januari 1974
Fire Down Below
Fire Down Below
(Traditional)
Fire in the galley, fire in the house
Fire in the beef kid, scorching the scouse
Fire, fire, fire down below
Fetch a bucket of water
Fire down below
Fire in the cabin, fire in the hold
Fire in the strong room melting the gold
Fire, fire, fire down below
Fetch a bucket of water
Fire down below
Fire round the capstan, fire on the mast
Fire on the main deck, burning it fast
Fire, fire, fire down below
Fetch a bucket of water
Fire down below
Fire in the lifeboat, fire in the gig
Fire in the pig-stye roasting the pig
Fire, fire, fire down below
Fetch a bucket of water
Fire down below
Fire in the store room spoiling the food
Fire on the orlop burning the wood
Fire, fire, fire down below
Fetch a bucket of water
Fire down below
Fire on the waters, fire high above
Fire in our hearts for the friends that we love
Fire, fire, fire down below
Fetch a bucket of water
Fire down below
Maandag 21 januari 1974
The Dying Doctor
The Dying Doctor (aka The Company Town Doctor)
Performer(s): Woody Guthrie
Doctor Leo Hayes was our company doctor
From the big coal companies he got his pay
For thirty-nine years he tried to cure us
And now today on his deathbed lay
He called his five boys and his three daughters
And at his bed we stood around
We heard him tell the history of the coal miners
And he said, "Don't let these people down"
You are all connected with the practice of medicine
You promise you'll keep true I know
You will do your best to help these people
I close my eyes for I must go
His youngest girl was Doctor Betty
With her face so pretty and her smile so sweet
She walked the coal towns of Force and Byrndale
She saw the sewage waters flowing down the street
She saw the children drink the cankered water
She saw the chickens fly up on the roof
She saw the waters overflow the sewers
And flood their gardens of victory
She went to the big shots of the Shawmut Company
She did not beg and she did not plead
She stood flatfooted and pounded the table
Sewer pipes and bathrooms are what we need
My dady told me to fight to cure sickness
But I can't cure sickness with sewage all around
These germs kill people quicker than I can cure them
We need a foundation under every house
We need a bathroom for every family
Yes, you can set there and blink your eyes
Three hundred miners are out behind me
We will clean this town or know the reason why
I quit my job as the family doctor
I nailed up my shingle and went on my own
I carried my pillbag and waded those waters
I set by a deathbed in many a home
I saw you catch rainwater in rusty washtubs
I saw you come home dirty up out of your pits
Watched you ride with your coffin up to your graveyard
With not a nickel to pay your burying debt
On July the fifteenth from the hills around
Three hundred miners walked down through town
The state inspector was testing the water
While he was working you stood around
One miner asked him to have a drink free
The inspector looked out toward our pits
He set his hat back on his head and says
"I wouldn't drink a drop of that on a bet"
I think of my daddy and brothers and sisters
When we stood around his dying bed
When I walk the streets of the company towns
I can hear every word my daddy said
The Shawmut Company is caught in its own paws
The people not worth the money they cost
A hundred have died, three hundred not working
Thirty thousand tons of coal is lost
Maandag 21 januari 1974
Car Tu T'en Vas
Car Tu T'en Vas
((English Version: Since You Don't Care (Sylvie Vartan))
Performer(s): Sylvie Vartan
Moi qui t'enlaçais fort
tout contre moi
moi qui te serrais si fort grisée de joie
Moi qui te sentais toujours à mes côtés
me voilà seule, seule sans toi, car tu t'en vas
Moi qui te suivais des yeux quand tu marchais
Moi, moi qui n'avais jamais encore pleuré
Moi qui te voyais partir quand je devais rester
Mes yeux en pleurent, pleurent pour toi
car tu t'en vas
Moi qui te parlais d'un avenir pour deux
Moi qui t'embrassais
toi seul, toi seul me comprenait
moi qui souriais toujours avant de nous séparer
car tu t'en vas
Mes bras sans toi
Mes yeux sans toi
Ma voix sans toi
me rendent si triste
car tu t'en vas
Maandag 21 januari 1974
Each Minute Seems Like A Million Years
Each Minute Seems Like A Million Years
Composer(s): Alton Watson
Performer(s): Eddy Arnold
I have no record now of time
For you are all that's on my mind
I think of you both night and day
Each hour, of each minute you're away
Was it days or years since you left
Oh how many hours now have passed
I know I've shed ten thousand tears
Each minute seems a million years
Each night I go to bed and then
I pray that you'll come back again
When sleep won't come to drown my fears
Each minute seems a million years
'Til I'm back within your arms again
And until I find that nights do end
The time I wait for you, my dear
Each minute seems a million years
Zondag 20 januari 1974
The Common, Broke Elastic, Rotten Cotton, Hound Dog Snoopin', Ankle Droopin', Funky, Fuzzy, White Sock Blues No.2
The Common, Broke Elastic, Rotten Cotton, Hound Dog Snoopin', Ankle Droopin', Funky, Fuzzy, White Sock Blues No.2
Performer(s): Dallas Frazier
It was the common, broke elastic
Rotten cotton, hound snoopin'
ankle droopin' funky fuzzy
white Sock blues number two number two
A band called Raunchy from Kansas City
Managed by a San Francisco hippie
Was gettin' stoned in San Antone
When they hired them a guitar man, named Frog Leg Jones
From starvin' situations
and bathtub deprivation
Came the inspiration for the worldwide smash
That Frog Leg Jones composed
It was the common, broke elastic
Rotten cotton, hound snoopin'
ankle droopin' funky fuzzy
white Sock blues number two number two
Now Frog Leg's wallet has got so fat
He wears a custom made brace for his sacroiliac
Frog Leg ain't no phony, the public knows it's true
That pork and beans and vagrancy
taught him how to stretch them things
And sing the common, broke elastic
Rotten cotton, hound snoopin'
ankle droopin' funky fuzzy
white Sock blues number two
Number two
It was the common, broke elastic
Rotten cotton, hound snoopin'
ankle droopin' funky fuzzy
white Sock blues number two number two
Zondag 20 januari 1974
Car Trouble
Car Trouble
Composer(s): Adam Ant
Performer(s): Adam & the Ants
Have you ever had a ride in a light blue car?
Have you ever stopped to think
Who's the slave and who's the master?
Have you ever had trouble with your automobile?
Have you ever had to push push push push?
Car trouble
You might have seen them very busy at the weekends
licking and polishing the beep-beeps into shape
and then its proudly up the M.1. M.2. M.3.
And keep your feet off the upholstery Ronnie
Car trouble oh yeah
And remember this
you don't need anything after an icecream
I used to sit at home silently and wonder
why all the preference is polishing the chrome
While all the mothers and the sisters and the babies sit and rot at home
Car trouble oh yeah
and remember this
you don't need anything after an icecream
Car car car trouble car car car trouble ...
Zondag 20 januari 1974
E Viva España
E Viva España
Performer(s): Sha-Na
Na die mooie warme reis door't zonnige Spanje
Vergeet ik alles, ik denk alleen nog Spaans
Heel m'n kamer straalt van rood en van oranje
De felle kleuren van de Spaanse zon en maan
De Spaanse furie heeft me zo verward
Dat temperament veroverde m'n hart
Ik hou van dansen en muziek
E viva España
Van oude trots en romantiek
E viva España
Een serenade aan 't balkon
E viva España
Geef mij maar alle dagen zon
España por favor
In m'n handen klepperen de castagnetten
En de flamengo die stamp ik met mijn voet
Ik draag enkel Andalousische toiletten
En op mijn hoofd staat een grote zwarte hoed
Ik hou van vino en van cabial
De Spaanse keuken is een festival
Ik hou van dansen en muziek
E viva España
Van oude trots en romantiek
E viva España
Een serenade aan 't balkon
E viva España
Geef mij maar alle dagen zon
España por favor
Ik hou van dansen en muziek
E viva España
Van oude trots en romantiek
E viva España
Een serenade aan 't balkon
E viva España
Geef mij maar alle dagen zon
España por favor
España por favor
Zaterdag 19 januari 1974
The Comin' Of The Lord
The Comin' Of The Lord
Composer(s): Randall Dennis
Performer(s): First Call
Don't you see the signs are showin' that His comin' is at hand
I do believe that the time is near
Can't you see that days are dangerous with the wicked ways of man
Even mountains rock n' roll with fear
Don't you know He's comin' like a thief in the night
And that the day will come so quickly like the twinklin' of an eye
It's the comin' of the Lord
There are wars and wars and rumors of more wars and wars and more
All creation groans with birthin' pains
Any moment we will see Him comin' on the clouds
And just the thought of seein' Jesus makes my spirit sing out loud
Won'tcha come on, come on
Lord come quickly, Lord we're ready
We are waiting, we stand steady
With our arms outstretched to greet the comin' of our King
Won'tcha come on, come on, come on
Well, the day is swift upon us when ol' Grabriel blows his horn
And the righteous rise to meet Him in the air
I can hardly wait to greet the One that I adore
Just the thought of seein' Jesus makes my soul sing all the more
Won'tcha come on, come on
Lord come quickly, Lord we are ready
We are waiting, we stand steady
With our arms outstretched to greet the comin' of our King
Won'tcha come on, come on
Lord come quickly, Lord we're stayin'
Hey, You know we've been waitin' for You
In Your will and we keep prayin'
We believe Your returning is true
You will find us working, watching, waiting patiently
Won'tcha come on, come on
Oh, what a glorious day that will be
What a day that will be
When my sweet Jesus I see
Won'tcha come on, come on
Lord come quickly, Lord we are ready
We are waiting, we stand steady
With our arms outstretched to greet the comin' of our King
Won'tcha come on, come on
Lord come quickly, Lord we're stayin'
Hey, You know we've been waitin' for You
In Your will and we keep prayin'
We believe Your returning is true
You will find us working, watching, waiting patiently
Won'tcha come on, come on
Even so, Lord Jesus, quickly come
We are waiting for You
Zaterdag 19 januari 1974
Car On A Hill
Car On A Hill
Composer(s): Joni Mitchell
Performer(s): Joni Mitchell
I've been sitting up waiting for my sugar to show
I've been listening to the sirens and the radio
He said he'd be over three hours ago
I've been waiting for his car on the hill
He makes friends easy
He's not like me
I watch for judgement anxiously
Now where in the city can that boy be
Waiting for a car
Climbing
Climbing
Climbing the hill
He's a real good talker--I think he's friend
Fast tires come screaming around the bend
But there's still no buzzer
They roll on...
And-I'm waiting for his car on the hill
It always seems so righteous at the start
When there's so much laughter
When there's so much spark
When there's so much sweetness in the dark
Waiting for a car
Climbing
Climbing
Climbing the hill
Zaterdag 19 januari 1974
E Un Giorno
E Un Giorno...
Composer(s): Francesco Guccini
Performer(s): Francesco Guccini
E un giorno ti svegli stupita e di colpo ti accorgi
Che non sono più quei fantastici giorni all'asilo
Di giochi, di amici e se ti guardi attorno non scorgi
Le cose consuete, ma un vago e indistinto profilo...
E un giorno cammini per strada e ad un tratto comprendi
Che non sei la stessa che andava al mattino alla scuola
Che il mondo là fuori t'aspetta e tu quasi ti arrendi
Capendo che a battito a battito è l'età che s'invola...
E tuo padre ti sembra più vecchio e ogni giorno si fa più lontano
Non racconta più favole e ormai non ti prende per mano
Sembra che non capisca i tuoi sogni sempre tesi fra realtà e sperare
E sospesi fra voglie alternate di andare e restare...
Di andare e restare...
E un giorno ripensi alla casa e non è più la stessa
In cui lento il tempo sciupavi quand'eri bambina
In cui ogni oggetto era un simbolo ed una promessa
Di cose incredibili e di caffellatte in cucina...
E la stanza coi poster sul muro ed i dischi graffiati
Persi in mezzo ai tuoi libri e a regali che neanche ricordi
Sembra quasi il racconto di tanti momenti passati
Come il piano studiato e lasciato anni fa su due accordi...
E tuo padre ti sembra annoiato e ogni volta si fa più distratto
Non inventa più giochi e con te sta perdendo il contatto...
E tua madre lontana e presente sui tuoi sogni ha da fare e da dire
Ma può darsi non riesca a sapere che sogni gestire...
Che sogni gestire...
Poi un giorno in un libro o in un bar si farà tutto chiaro
Capirai che altra gente si è fatta le stesse domande
Che non c'è solo il dolce ad attenderti, ma molto d'amaro
E non è senza un prezzo salato diventare grande...
I tuoi dischi, i tuoi poster saranno per sempre scordati
Lascerai sorridendo svanire i tuoi miti felici
Come oggetti di bimba, lontani ed impolverati
Troverai nuove strade, altri scopi ed avrai nuovi amici...
Sentirai che tuo padre ti è uguale, lo vedrai un po' folle, un po' saggio
Nello spendere sempre ugualmente paura e coraggio
La paura e il coraggio di vivere come un peso che ognuno ha portato
La paura e il coraggio di dire: "io ho sempre tentato
Io ho sempre tentato..."
Vrijdag 18 januari 1974
Da Doo Ron Ron (Mona Carita)
Da Doo Ron Ron
((Adapted from: Da Doo Ron Ron (When He Walked Me Home) (The Crystals) - 1963))
((French Version: Da Doo Ron Ron (Frank Alamo) - 1963))
Composer(s): Jeff Barry - Ellie Greenwich - Phil Spector - Juha Vainio
Performer(s): Mona Carita - 1979
Masan oma kotitalo vallattiin
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
Kukkapenkki tullessa jo tallattiin
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
Kaikki balettiin
niin me alettiin
Syöksy sementtiin
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
Masan faijan baarikaappi avattiin
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
Pikkubroidi sisältä sen tavattiin
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
Kaikki balettiin
niin me alettiin
Syöksy sementtiin
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
Maikun jumpperille Masa antautui
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
Kova mökä komerosta kantautui
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
Kaikki balettiin
niin me alettiin
Syöksy sementtiin
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
Emääni mä koetin vähän piristää
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
Stereoita tahto se vain kiristää
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
Kaikki balettiin
niin me alettiin
Syöksy sementtiin
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
Masan faija himaan tuli ajallaan
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
Kämppä oli atomeina hajallaan
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
Anteeks’ anottiin
kaikki sanottiin
“Syöksy jo sementtiin!”
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
Kaikki balettiin
niin me alettiin
Syöksy sementtiin
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
da doo ron...
Vrijdag 18 januari 1974
Car Jamming
Car Jamming
Composer(s): The Clash
Performer(s): The Clash
Tonight they're closing up the world
They're sweeping smoke from cigarettes
But what is that funk multi-national anthem
Rockin' from a thousand King Kong cassette decks
And then a shyboy from Missouri
Boots blown off in a '60s war
Riding aluminium crutches
Now he knows the welfare kindness
Agent Orange color blindness
As he works from door to door
The violence in the carpets
The arrow of his wife
(In a car jam)
Drives the slum-bum dweller
To grind his hunting knife
(In a car jam)
In homesteads of cigar box
The radios hive like bees
(In a car jam)
The body in the ice box
has no date for freeze
(In a car jam)
In the car jam
Selling is what selling sells
Well, only saints on the 7th Avenue
Can sell the seven hells
Fannin' out the drug afflicted
Leperizin' zone
Once inside the executive
He never leaves his home, no
Gorillas drag their victiims
Hyenas try to sue
(In a car jam)
Snakes find grass in concrete
There is no city zoo
(In a car jam)
By-ventilation units where towers
Where towers meet the streets
(In a car jam)
The ragged stand in bags
Soakin' heat up through their feet
This was the only kindness
It was accidental too
In a car jam
In a car jam
Now shakin' single engined planes
Trafficking stereos from Cuba
Buzzed the holy zealot mass
An' drowned out Missa Luba
An' drowned out Missa Luba
An' drowned out Missa Luba
An' drowned out Missa Luba
I thought I saw Lauren Bacall
I thought I saw Lauren Bacall
(In a car jam)
I swear, hey fellas, hey fellas
Lauren Bacall
(In a car jam)
In a car jam
Yeah, I don't believe it
In a car jam
Ah, yeah positively, absolutely
In a car jam
In a car jam
In a car jam
In a car jam
In a car jam
Vrijdag 18 januari 1974
È Tutto Un Attimo
È Tutto Un Attimo
Composer(s): Franco Ciani - Umberto Smaila - Adelio Cogliati
First release by: Anna Oxa - 1986
Io che scambio l'alba col tramonto
Poi mi sveglio tardi nei motel
Sbadiglio sopra un cappuccino
E pago il conto al mio destino
È tutto un attimo
Io che firmo il nome come viene
Dormo spesso accanto al finestrino
Mi trucco il viso più deciso
E vivo il tempo più vicino
È tutto un attimo
La mia vita è questa qua
E un'altra dentro non ci sta
Questa vita siete voi
Questo cuore immenso che
Solo se ci penso già sento tesa l'anima
La mia vita siete solo voi...
Siete voi... solo voi
Voi... solo voi
Io che scambio amori fino in fondo
Solo nei momenti miei con te
Immaginando anche un bambino
Chiedo il resto al mio destino
È tutto un attimo
La mia vita è questa qua
E un'altra dentro non ci sta
Questa vita siete voi
Questo cuore immenso che
Solo se ci penso già sento tesa l'anima
La mia vita siete solo voi...
Siete voi... solo voi
Voi... solo voi
Io vivo in mezzo a troppi cuori
Io vivo dentro e vivo fuori
È tutto un attimo
Voi... solo voi
Voi... solo voi
Io vivo in mezzo a troppi cuori
io vivo dentro e vivo fuori
È tutto un attimo
La mia vita è questa qua
Che un'altra dentro non ci sta
Questa vita siete voi
Questo cuore immenso che
Solo se ci penso già sento tesa l'anima
La mia vita siete solo voi...
Siete voi... solo voi
Voi... solo voi
Io vivo in mezzo a troppi cuori
io vivo dentro e vivo fuori
È tutto un attimo
Voi... solo voi
Voi... solo voi
Donderdag 17 januari 1974
The Combine Harvester (Brand New Key)
The Combine Harvester (Brand New Key)
Composer(s): Melanie Safka - Brendan O'Shaughnessy)
Performer(s): The Wurzels
I drove my tractor
Through yur 'aystack last night (Ooh-arrhh, ooh-arrhh)
I threw me pitchfork at yur dog
To keep quiet (Ooh-arrhh, ooh-arrhh)
Now somethin's tellin' me
That you'm avoidin' me
Come on now, darlin'
You've got somethin' I need
'Cause I got a brand new combine harvester
An' I'll give you the key
Come on now let's get together
In perfect harmony
I got twenty acres
An' you got forty-three
Now I got a brand new combine harvester
An' I'll give you the key
She made I laugh, ha-ha
I'll stick by you
I'll give you all that you need
We'll 'ave twins and triplets
I'm a man built for speed
And you know I'll love you, darlin'
So give me yur hand
But what I want the most
Is all they acres of land
'Cause I got a brand new combine harvester
An' I'll give you the key
Come on now let's get together
In perfect harmony
I got twenty acres
An' you got forty-three
Now I got a brand new combine harvester
An' I'll give you the key
Ooh-aah, she's a lovely bit of stuff an' all
For seven long years
I've been alone in this place
Eat, sleep, in the kitchen
It's a proper disgrace
Now if I cleaned it up
Would you change your mind
I'll give up drinkin' scrumpy
And that lager and lime
'Cause I got a brand new combine harvester
An' I'll give you the key
Come on now let's get together
In perfect harmony
I got twenty acres
An' you got forty-three
Now I got a brand new combine harvester
An' I'll give you the key
Who loves ya, baby, ha
Weren't we a grand couple
At that last wurzel dance
I wore brand new gaters
And me cordouroy pants
In your new Sunday dress
With your perfume smellin' grand
We had our photos took
An' us holdin' hands
Now I got a brand new combine harvester
An' I'll give you the key
Now that we'me both past our fifties
I think that you and me
Should stop this galavanting
And will you marry me
'Cause I got a brand new combine harvester
An' I'll give you the key
Aahh, yu're a fine lookin' woman
and I can't wait to get me 'ands on yur land
Donderdag 17 januari 1974
Car Hop Song (Burger On A Bun)
Car Hop Song (Burger On A Bun)
Composer(s): William Hanna - Joseph Barbera
Here we come on the run
With a burger on a bun
And a dab of coleslaw on the side
Oh your taste we will tickle
With a great dill pickle
And all of our potatoes are french fried, fried, fried
Our burgers can't be beat
'Cause we grind our own meat
Grind, grind, grind, grind, grind
When you drive away
You'll really hear us say
We bid you bye, bye, bye, bye, bye
We bid you bye, bye, bye, bye, bye!
And as your on your way
A tip upon our tray
We hope to find, find, find, find, find
We hope to find, find, find, find, find
Reprise by Wilma and Betty
Here we come on the run
With a burger on a bun
And a dab of coleslaw on the side
Oh your taste we will tickle
With a cold dill pickle
And all of our potatoes are french fried fried fried
Our burgers can't be beat
Because we grind our own meat
grind grind grind grind grind
If Fred Flinstone and Barney Rubble
Think that they're not in a lot of trouble
They're out of their mind mind mind mind mind
They're out of their mind mind mind mind mind
Donderdag 17 januari 1974