Zondag 17 april 1977
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Cool Water
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Zondag 17 april 1977
Rum Tum Tum
Rum Tum Tum
Composer(s): Lionel Bart
Performer(s): Jonathan Pryce
Fagin (spoken):
Just do everything you see Dodger and Charlie do
Make 'em your models, my dear
especially Dodger -- He's going to be right little...
Bill Sikes! Tell me my dear, you see my hankerchief?
See if you can take it from me without my noticing
like you saw the others do
Rum-tum-tum
Rum-tum-tum
Pom-pom-pom
Pom-pom-pom
Skiddle-eye-tye
Tee-rye-tye-tye
Tee-ruppa-tuppa-ruppa-tum-tum
You've got to pick a pocket or two!
You've got to pick a pocket or two!
Zaterdag 16 april 1977
There's A Fellow Waiting In Poughkeepsie
There's A Fellow Waiting In Poughkeepsie
Composer(s): Harold Arlen - Johnny Mercer
Performer(s): Bing Crosby & The Andrews Sisters
There's a feller waitin' in Ploughkeepsie
And he's just as sweet as sweet can be
He hasn't even been tipsy
Since I left him and took to the sea
There's another waitin' in Pomona
With the cutest dimple in his chin
And there's a guy in Daytona
Who just waits for my ship to come in
I miss `em, honour bright
I write `em every night
But if you held my hand
I suppose they would all understand
Oh, you mustn't think I'm just a gypsy
But I really ought to set you right
There's a feller waitin' in Ploughkeepsie
But I'm strictly on my own tonight
(Bing)
There's a wave who's waitin' in Biloxi
Says she's gonna marry me or bust
We're bein' married by proxy
When I find me a wolf I can trust
There's a spar who's waiting in Waukegan
Who is really different from the rest
I think her last name is Reagan
That's the name that's tattooed on my chest
A whack in Hackensack
A walk from Pontiac
I got `em here and there
What the heck, chicks are chicks anywhere
Some of them are kinda bobby-soxsy
But it might be quite a lengthy fight
There's a wave who's waitin in Biloxi
But I'm strictly on my own tonight
(All)
There's a sweetheart in Ploughkeepsie
(A.S.)
Just as sweet as sweet can be, you see
(All)
He hasn't even been tipsy
Since I left him and took to the sea
Oh, you mustn't think we're gypsies
(A.S.)
But we really ought to set you right
(Bing)
Well tell it tonight
(All)
There's a feller and a girl witin' in Ploughkeepsie
(A.S.)
But I'm strictly on my own
(Bing)
Yes I'm strictly on my own
(All)
Oh we're strictly on our own tonight
Zaterdag 16 april 1977
Cool Touch
Cool Touch
Composer(s): Alan Tarney; Leo Sayer
Performer(s): Leo Sayer
Hanging out with the night-time clientele
Place your ladder for the social climb
Same old routine that you know so well
Another opening and another line
It’s the cool touch
Yeah, the cool touch
Call your lover on the mobile phone
C’mon over we’ll have some fun
Leave a message sayin’ there’s no one home
I guess the good times just begun
It’s the cool touch
Yeah, the cool touch
Cool touch, too much, it’s too much
Too much, cool touch, or not enough
Cool touch, too much, too much
Too much, cool touch, it’s not enough
Take me take me to the sky above
Fool me, fool me with your words of love
Cool touch, too much
Now she’s reclining in the back of the sports car
Champagne and glasses, he slips right in
No passing stranger could’ve torn them two apart
Some games you play and you just can’t help but win
The cool touch
Yeah, the cool touch
Cool touch, too much, it’s too much
Too much, cool touch, it’s not enough
Cool touch, too much, too much
Too much, cool touch, it’s not enough
Take me take me to the sky above
Fool me fool me with these words of love
Cool touch, too much
A wind is blowing through this get rich town
She wraps the fur round her pretty waist
He feels a shiver as he grips the wheel
Feeling strangely out of place
Cool touch, too much, it’s too much
Too much, cool touch, maybe not enough
Cool touch, too much, too much
Too much, cool touch, it’s not enough
Bring me bring me someone I can trust
All this glitter’s just a bag of dust
Cool touch, too much, it’s too much
Too much, cool touch, it’s not enough
I had enough of this cool touch
Kids stuff, but I can’t get enough
Cool touch, too much, too much
Too much, cool touch, it’s not enough
Zaterdag 16 april 1977
Rum And Coca-Cola
Rum And Coca-Cola
Composer(s): Morey Amsterdam;
Jeri Sullavan; Paul Baron
Performer(s): The Andrews Sisters
If you ever go down Trinidad
They make you feel so very glad
Calypso sing and make up rhyme
Guarantee you one real good fine time
Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola
Go down Point Koomahnah
Both mother and daughter
Workin' for the Yankee dollar
Oh, beat it man, beat it
Since the Yankee come to Trinidad
They got the young girls all goin' mad
Young girls say they treat 'em nice
Make Trinidad like paradise
Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola
Go down Point Koomahnah
Both mother and daughter
Workin' for the Yankee dollar
Oh, you vex me, you vex me
From Chicachicaree to Mona's Isle
Native girls all dance and smile
Help soldier celebrate his leave
Make every day like New Year's Eve
Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola
Go down Point Koomahnah
Both mother and daughter
Workin' for the Yankee dollar
It's a fact, man, it's a fact
In old Trinidad, I also fear
The situation is mighty queer
Like the Yankee girl, the native swoon
When she hear der Bingo croon
Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola
Go down Point Koomahnah
Both mother and daughter
Workin' for the Yankee dollar
Out on Manzanella Beach
G.I. romance with native peach
All night long, make tropic love
Next day, sit in hot sun and cool off
Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola
Go down Point Koomahnah
Both mother and daughter
Workin' for the Yankee dollar
It's a fact, man, it's a fact
Rum and Coca-Cola
Rum and Coca-Cola
Workin' for the Yankee dollar
Vrijdag 15 april 1977
There's A Coach Comin' In
There's A Coach Comin' In
Composer(s): Alan Jay Lerner - Frederick Loewe
Performer(s): Harve Presnell
There's a coach comin' in!
There's a coach comin' in!
Comin in!
Comin in!
Comin in!
Comin in!
Comin in!
There's a coach comin' in
If you listen you can hear
A clip, up and over the hill
And the sound that you hear
Is as good to your ear
As the call of a wild whippoorwill
There's a coach comin' in
You can feel it gettin' near
All at once, and it bursts into veiw
And it looks to your eye
Like it fell from the sky
Like a coach full of dreams come true
For it's bringin' me eyes that are moonlight
And it's carryin' lips that are wine (kiss sound)
And it's comin' with arms that are pillows
And this evening it all will be mine
There's a coach comin' in
Can you smell it like a steer?
Yet the soap tub remains far away
From the socks from your feet
From the socks from your feet
Rake your hair till it's neat
Rake your hair till it's neat
There's a coach comin' in
There's a coach comin' in today!
There's a coach comin' in
Hurry! Hurry! Do ya hear?
With a cargo of joy from Paree
Drop the tables and chairs
Get them beds up the stairs
And be sure every lock has a key
For it's coming with girls who buy perfume
Who wear powder and rouge from Paree
Who will have to go somewhere to get them
And that somewhere to go, will be me
There's a coach comin' in
And it's flyin' like a deer
Thank the Lord, there's relief on the way
Packed with all of your hearts
Packed with all of your hearts
More than half dozen tarts
More than half dozen tarts
There's a coach comin' in
There's a coach comin in today!
There's a coach comin' in
If you listen you can hear it
A clip, up and over the hill
And the sound that you hear
Is as good
As the call of the wild whippoorwill
For it's bringin' me eyes that are moonlight
And it's carryin' lips that are wine
It's comin' with arms that are pillows
And this evening it all will be mine
There's a coach comin' in
If you listen you can hear it
A clip, up and over the hill
And the sound that you hear
Is as good to your ear
As the call of the wild whippoorwill
There's a coach comin' in
You can feel it gettin' near
All at once, and it bursts into veiw
And it looks to your eye
Like it fell from the sky
Like a coach full of dreams come true
For it's bringin' me eyes that are moonlight
And it's carryin' lips that are wine
And it's comin' with arms that are pillows
And this evening it all will be mine
There's a coach comin' in
Now it's flyin' in the clear
And the sun almost closes the day
Now there ain't pots of gold
Now they're all livin' gold
There's a coach comin' in
There's a coach comin' in
And it's here!
Vrijdag 15 april 1977
Cool The Engines
Cool The Engines
Composer(s): Brad Delp; Tom Scholz; Fran Sheehan
Performer(s): Boston
Now I like takin' off
Don't like burnin' out
Every time you turn it on
Makes me want to shout
We keep getting hotter
Movin' way too fast
If we don't slow this fire down
We're not gonna last
Cool the engines
Red line's gettin' near
Cool the engines
Better take it out of gear
I'm no fool
I'm gonna keep it cool
and take it day by day
We won't know where we might go
'Till we take it all the way
Take me for a ride
Take me all the way
Take me where I've never been
Someplace I can stay
Don't get yourself too hot
Don't get yourself too high
If we don't take it easy now
We can kiss it all goodbye
Cool the engines
Slow this rocket down
Cool the engines
Why don't ya take a look around
I'm no fool, gonna keep it cool
Take it day by day
We won't know where we might go
'Till we take it all the way
Cool the engines
Cool the engines
Goin' over the line
Goin' off the dial
Runnin' out of time
And it's gettin' wild
Got flashin' lights
Goin' 'round and 'round
Until we get it right
Better cool it down
Better cool it down
Cool the engines
And now we're on our way
No need to hurry just to get from day to day
And I, oooh, I know
We don't have to run that hard to get where we can go
Cool the engines
Cool the engines down
Cool the engines
Cool the engines down
Vrijdag 15 april 1977
Ruleta
Ruleta
Composer(s): Luis Arcaraz; Ernesto Cortázar
Performer(s): Javier Solis;
and various other artists
En la casa de juego de la vida
en la loca ruleta del amo
una noche sin ver lo que exponía
contra el tuyo jugué mi corazón
Giró la rueda con sus días rojos
encendidos de fuego y de pasión
Giró la rueda con sus días negros
amargados de cruel desilusión
Yo creí que ganar era muy fácil
y aposté sin pensar que eras mujer
Como el cristal mi suerte fue tan frágil
que un cambio de tu amor me hizo perder
No me quejo son cosas de la vida
si en la loca ruleta del amor
mi corazón jugué en una partida
y un golpe del azar se lo llevó
Quise todo jugar al trece negro
cabalístico, número fatal
yo poniendo tu suerte con la mía
tu cariño jugué para mi mal
Rodó la bola con carrera loca
y rodando otro número marcó
Rodó la vida y perdí tu boca
que otros labios ajenos me ganó
Yo creí que ganar era muy fácil
y aposté sin pensar que eras mujer
Como el cristal mi suerte fue tan frágil
que un cambio de tu amor me hizo perder
Donderdag 14 april 1977
There's A Cabin In The Pines
There's A Cabin In The Pines
Composer(s): Billy Hill
Performer(s): Ray Noble & His Orch.
and multiple other artists
There’s a cabin in the pines, hidden in the wild wood
Wrapped in honeysuckle vines
Where a mellow moon is always shining
Shining on my cabin in the pines
There’s a sweetheart in the pines writing me a letter
I can read between the lines
I can see she longs for my returning
To my little cabin in the pines
Whispering breeze, whisper to my love
Tell her I’ll come back some day
Say that I’m blue, broken hearted too
Sorry that I went away
There’s a cabin in the pines meant to be a love nest
Down among the Carolines
Is it any wonder I’m so lonely
Longing for my cabin in the pines
Donderdag 14 april 1977
Cool Papa Cool
Cool Papa Cool
Composer(s): Francis Cabrel
Performer(s): Francis Cabrel
Cool papa cool
C'est pas parce que ton rêve s'écroule
Qu'il faut que tu tires dans la foule autour de toi
Cool papa cool
On n'est pas fait du même moule
Toi, t'es rocher, moi pierre qui roule
On ne choisit pas
Ta fortune éclate
Tes prêtres se battent
Juste en bas de chez toi
Ta fille se shoote
Ton fils fait la route
Et ta maîtresse reçoit
Y a tes héros qui sautent
Y a des mendiants qui votent
Y a ta femme qui boit
Y a plus de cathédrales
Y a des stars en sandales
Et personne les croît
Cool papa cool
C'est pas parce que ton rêve s'écroule
Qu'il faut que tu tires dans la foule autour de toi
Cool papa cool
On n'est pas fait du même moule
Toi, t'es rocher, moi pierre qui roule
On ne choisit pas
Tous les traîtres t'embrassent
Ton pavillon de chasse
Est plein de juges hors la loi
Y a les huissiers qui sonnent
Y a dieu au téléphone
T'as du sang sur les doigts
Le temps te bouscule
Ton image brûle
Mais ne t'en fais pas
Faut que tu comprennes
Que dans dix ans à peine
C'est peut-être à moi qu'on dira...
Cool papa cool
C'est pas parce que ton rêve s'écroule
Qu'il faut que tu tires dans la foule autour de toi
Cool papa cool
On n'est pas fait du même moule
Toi, t'es rocher, moi pierre qui roule
On ne choisit pas
Cool papa cool
C'est pas parce que ton rêve s'écroule
Qu'il faut que tu tires dans la foule autour de toi
Cool papa cool
Donderdag 14 april 1977
Rules Of The Game
Rules Of The Game
Composer(s): Billy Sherrill
Performer(s): Billy Sherrill
The first time, the first time you made me blue
I should have stayed away, stayed away from you
But I just didn't know the rules of the game
And many times like the time before
You know you made me cry but I came back for more
Still I didn't know the rules of the game
Now I know somebody, someone's gonna make you blue
And you're gonna need someone to tell your trouble to
But there'll be one you know who'll always come to you
Guess I'll never know the rules of the game
Woensdag 13 april 1977
There's A Boy Coming Home On Leave
There's A Boy Coming Home On Leave
Composer(s): Jimmy Kennedy
Performer(s): Flanagan & Allen
and multiple other artists
There's a boy coming home on leave
There's a girl wants him home on leave
She'll meet him right at the station
And will she tell all the Nation
There's a boy coming home on leave
And his heart will be on his sleeve
They'll have a grand celebration
When he comes home on leave
And as they meet, he'll tell her how he's missed her
That's after he's kissed her
And then they'll talk about that wedding morning
They'll plan a honeymoon, the Army can't wait till June
There's a boy coming home on leave
He'll enjoy coming home on leave
They'll make it ten days of heaven
When he comes home on leave
Allen: Bud, isn't it wonderful coming home on leave?
Flanagan: Yes, Ches, we'll soon be in Victoria Station
What's the first thing you gotta do when you get in?
As soon as you see the Missus, what're you gonna do?
Allen: The first thing, Bud, I'm gonna kiss the Wife
Flanagan: Are ya? And the second thing?
Allen: Well, take me pack off
What about you, Bud?
Flanagan: Well, I'm goin' straigt in to the Missus and I'm gonna say
"There's something I want!", send the kids to the pictures
And when the kids are gone to the pictures, you know what I'm gonna ask her?
Allen: No, Bud
Flanagan: How ya been gettin' on for bacon?
Both: Ha-ha-ha-ha
And as they meet, he'll tell her how he's missed her
That's after he's kissed her
And then they'll talk about that wedding morning
They'll plan a honeymoon the Army ????? in June
There's a boy coming home on leave
He'll enjoy coming home on leave
They'll make it ten days of heaven
When he comes home on leave
Woensdag 13 april 1977
Cool Night
Cool Night
Composer(s): Paul Davis
Performer(s): Paul Davis
I sometimes wonder why
All the flowers have to die
I dream about you
And now -- Summer's come and gone
And the nights they seem so long
Come on over tonight
Come on over
It's gonna be a cool night
Just let me hold you by the firelight
If it don't feel right you can go
Oh-- when the cool night brings back memories
Of a good life when this love was not so old
Oh-- I won't talk about the past
How love's supposed to last forever
And you -- Don't have to take a stand
Lay out any plans
Come on over tonight
Come on over
It's gonna be a cool night
Just let me hold you by the firelight
If it don't feel right you can go
It's gonna be a cool night
Just let me hold you by the firelight
If it don't feel right you can go ...
Woensdag 13 april 1977
Rule Britannia
Rule Britannia
(Traditiona)
When Britain first, at Heaven's command
Arose from out the azure main
Arose from, arose from out the azure main
This was the charter, the charter of the Land
And Guardian Angels sang this strain
Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves!
Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves
Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves!
Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves
The nations, not so blest as thee
Must, in their turns, to tyrants fall
Must, in their turns, to tyrants fall
While thou shalt flourish great and free
The dread and envy of them all
Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves!
Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves
Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves!
Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves
Still more majestic shalt thou rise
More dreadful from each foreign stroke
More dreadful, dreadful from each foreign stroke
As the loud blast, the blast that tears the skies
Serves but to root the native oak
Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves!
Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves
Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves!
Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves
Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame
All their attempts to bend thee down
All their, all their attempts to bend thee down
Will but arouse; arouse thy gen'rous flame
But work their woe and their renown
Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves!
Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves
Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves!
Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves
The Muses still with Freedom found
Shall to thy happy coast repair
Shall to thy happy, happy coast repair
Blest isle with matchless, with matchless beauty crown'd
And manly hearts to guard the fair
Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves!
Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves
Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves!
Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves
Dinsdag 12 april 1977
There'll Come A Time
There'll Come A Time
Composer(s): Eugene Record - Floyd Smith
First release by: Betty Everett
and multiple other artists
There'll come a time in every girl's life
She'll have to cry
There'll come a time when the heart
Won't take no more
She'll have to cry, cry, cry, cry
Baby sometimes you see the rich have to cry
The poor have to cry
You got to cry
And I got to cry sometimes
I'll say it again
Rich have to cry
The poor have to cry
You got to cry
I got to cry, oh yeah
Oh love, oh love, oh love
Why you wanna go
Away and leave me here to cry
When you know I would miss you
But oh baby, if you'd please
Please come back to me
I apologize, if I ever made you cry
You see the rich have to cry
Poor have to cry
You get to cry
And I got to cry
Dinsdag 12 april 1977
Cool Love
Cool Love
Composer(s): Vicki Countryman - Wanda Jackson
Performer(s): Wanda Jackson; Kim Lenz
You've been playin' it cool
I've been playin' a fool
(ooh wah)
Now don't you give me that cool love (give me that cool love)
Give me the kind I need (the kind I need)
Let's start gettin' with it, baby
You're actin' like a square to me (baby!)
Well, love's gotta be warm
And love's gotta be right
And this ain't no ice cube that you're with tonight
So don't you dish me out the cool love (give me that cool love)
It don't move me at all (move me at all)
And if you'd live it up, baby
Man, we'd really have a ball (baby!)
You've been playin' it cool
I've been playin' a fool
(ooh wah)
Now don't you give me that cool love (give me that cool love)
Give me the kind I need (the kind I need)
Let's start gettin' with it, baby
You're actin' like a square to me (baby!)
Now the clock is strikin' one
And we ain't had no fun
Just throw your arms around me
And the night has just begun
Now that's a little more like it (a little more like it)
Now you're doing all right (doing all right)
And if you keep it up, baby
I'll see you tomorrow night (see you tomorrow night)
See you tomorrow night (see you tomorrow night)
See you tomorrow night (see you tomorrow night)
See ya!
(Yeah)
Dinsdag 12 april 1977
Rufus Xavier Sarsaparilla
Rufus Xavier Sarsaparilla
Composer(s): Bob Dorough; Kathy Mandry
Performer(s): Jack Sheldon
Now I have a friend named Rufus Xavier Sarsaparilla
and I could say that Rufus found a kangaroo
That followed Rufus home
And now tbat kangaroo belongs
To Rufus Xavier Sarsaparilla ...
Whew! I could say that, but I don't have to
Because I have pronouns I can say,
He found a kangaroo that followed him home
And now it is his
You see, he, him and his are pronouns
Replacing the noun Rufus Xavier Sarsaparilla
A very proper noun
And it is a pronoun replacing the noun kangaroo
Now comma
Now Rufus has a sister named Rafaella Gabriela Sarsaparilla
If she found a kangaroo I'd say to you
She found a kangaroo that followed her home
and now it is hers but I can't say that
Because she found an aardvark
That fell in love with her and they're so happy
And my name is Albert Andreas Armadillo
(No relation to the Sarsaparillas)
Because of pronouns I can say
I wish she would find a rhinoceros for me
And we'd be happy
You see, a pronoun was made to take the place of a noun
Because saying all those nouns over and over
Can really wear you down
Now I could tell you Rafaella Gabriela
and Rufus Xavier Sarsaparilla and
Albert Andreas Armadillo found
an aardvark, a kangaroo and a rhinoceros
And now that aardvark and that kangaroo
and that rhinoceros belong respectively to
Rafaella Gabriela Sarsaparilla
and Rufus Xavier Sarsaparilla
and Albert Andreas Armadillo
Whew! Because of pronouns I can say in this way
We found them and they found us
And now they are ours and we're so happy
Thank you pronouns!
A pronoun was made to take the place of a noun
Because saying all those nouns over and over
Can really wear you down
Sometimes when we take them all on the bus
People really raise a fuss
They start shouting out pronouns at us
Like, "Who brought that rhinoceros on the bus?"
And "What made that horrible noise?"
And "Which one of them's getting off first?"
Who what and which are special pronouns
which can ask a question in the sense
where you do not know the name of the noun
But I know
I have mine and she has hers and he has his
You have yours
They love us and we love them
What's ours is theirs, that's how it is with friends
And pronouns, you are really friends
'Cause saying all those nouns over and over
can really wear you down
Maandag 11 april 1977
There'll Be Time
There'll Be Time
Composer(s): Michel Legrand - Alan Bergman - Marilyn Bergman
There's a time and place we've yet to know
There's a sea we've yet to sail
Though we saw the mountain long ago
It's a peak we've yet to scale
There's another world we've yet to find
It's a world we've yet to lose
There's a winding road yet to find
And another yet to choose
And there's a tender journey yet to take
A sun that waits to rise
There are promises we've yet to make
Days we'll spend will never end in each others eyes
There will be time enough for everything
Time for life, time for love
Time for us, time for you
And time for me
Maandag 11 april 1977
Cool Jerk
Cool Jerk
Composer(s): Donald Storball
First release by: The Capitols - 1966
Covered by multiple other artists
Cool Jerk
Cool Jerk
Cool Jerk
Cool Jerk
Well I know a cat who can really do the cool jerk
I know a cat who can really do the cool jerk
Well this cat that you're talkin' about
Has nothing, nothing on me
'Cuz I know I'm the heppest cat
The heppest cat that ever could be
Well they see me walkin' down the street
The say hey!
All them fellas drop to their knees
I'm the reason that they don't smirk
Cuz they know I'm the queen of the cool jerk
Cool jerk
Cool jerk
Cool jerk
Cool jerk
Okay girls...break it down!
Bring it down reeeeeeeaaaalll uh-huh
Uh-huh, well that's right
Now, I know a lot of you out there are thinkin'
Man, are those girls fools?
When way deep down inside
You know we're way cool
Now Gina, hon, she beats that drum
Oh man, she beat it mean
That mighty sound will shake the ground
C'mon and do your thing
Right now!
Oh that sounds good
I wanna hear some of that bad, bad bass
A one, a two, a one two three four
You're playin' baby
C'mon everybody
I wanna hear you all
Can you do
Can you do can you do can you do can you do
Can you do can you do can you do can you do
Can you do can you do can you do can you do
The cool jerk
C'mon people
Cool Jerk
Well they see me walkin' down the street
The say hey!
All them fellas drop to their knees
I'm the reason that they don't smirk
Cuz they know I'm the queen of the cool jerk
Cool Jerk
C'mon people
Cool Jerk
We're runnin' now
Cool Jerk
Hey, hey
Cool Jerk!
Maandag 11 april 1977
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