Zondag 24 januari 1988
Algo Prodigioso
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Zondag 24 januari 1988
Patricia The Stripper
Patricia The Stripper
Composer(s): Chris De Burgh
Performer(s): Chris De Burgh
Dennis is a menace
With his "Anyone for tennis?"
And he'd beseech me to come keep the score
And Maude says, "Oh Lord, I'm so terribly bored"
I really can't stand it anymore...
I'm going...out to dinner
With a gorgeous singer
To a little place I know
Down by the key
Her name is Patricia
She calls herself Delicia
And the reason isn't
Very hard to see
She says, God made her a sinner
Just to keep fat men thinner
As they tumble down in heaps
Before her feet
They hang around in groups
Like battle weary troops
One can often see the
Queue right down the street
You see, Patricia
Or Delicia
Not only is a singer
She also removes all her clothing
For Patricia
Is the best stripper in town...
And with a swing of her hips
She started to strip
To tremendous applause
She took of her drawers
And with a lick of her lips
She undid all her clips
Threw it all in the air
And everyone stared
And as the last piece of clothing
Fell to the floor
The police were banging on the door
On a Saturday night
In 1924
Take it away boys...
But, Patricia was arrested
And everyone detested
The manner in which
she was exposed
Later on in court
where everyone thought
A summer's run in jail
would be proposed..
But the judge said, "Patricia
Or may I say Delicia
The facts of this case lie before me (knock, knock, knock)
Case dismissed...
This gal was in her working clothes...
And with a swing of her hips
She started to strip
To tremendous applause
She took off her drawers
And with a lick of her lips
She undid all her clips
Threw it all in the air
And everyone stared
And as the last piece of clothing
Fell to the floor
The police were yelling out for more (more)
On a Saturday night
In 1924
Zaterdag 23 januari 1988
Won't You Be My Neighbor?
Won't You Be My Neighbor?
Composer(s): Fred Rogers
Performer(s): Fred Rogers
and multiple other artists
It's a beautiful day in this neighborhood
A beautiful day for a neighbor
Would you be mine
Could you be mine
It's a neighborly day in this beauty wood
A neighborly day for a beauty
Would you be mine
Could you be mine
I have always wanted to have a neighbor just like you
I've always wanted to live in a neighborhood with you
So, let's make the most of this beautiful day
Since we're together we might as well say
Would you be mine, could you be mine
Won't you be my neighbor
Won't you please, won't you please
Please won't you be my neighbor
Neighbor and friend
Zaterdag 23 januari 1988
Patricia
Patricia
Composer(s): Pérez Prado
Performer(s): Pérez Prado;
and various other artists
Kiss her and your lips will always want Patricia
Stroll her, see Patricia move with all her charms
Mambo, Cha-cha, or Meringue it's Patricia
Heaven, that's where you'll be when she's in you're arms
??? in Japan they brag about the Geisha
Who cares, long Uncle Sam has got Patricia
Eyes that have a starry sort of gleam for you
She is like a million dollar dream come true
Everybody wishes they'd could steal her heart away, I guess
There's so many trying but she never, never will say yes
Eyes that have a starry sort of gleam for you
She is like a million dollar dream come true
Kiss her and your lips will always want Patricia
Stroll her, see Patricia move with all her charms
??? in Japan they brag about the Geisha
Who cares, long Uncle Sam has got Patricia
Vrijdag 22 januari 1988
Lewis And Clark
Lewis And Clark
Composer(s): Bill Fries; Chip Davis
Performer(s): C.W. McCall
Now Arnie Jones and Marybeth Jensen's in a 'vette down by the depot
Had John Denver on 8-track, gettin' high
Marybeth's wig was on the floor and Arnold's feet was out the door
When we shined our flashlight in Arnold's startled eyes
I says, "What you doin' boy? Don't you know that's against the law?
We just gonna have to get this situation under control
Now my name's Fairweather Lewis and this here's Willard Clark
And we the Pottawattamie County love patrol"
Then two hippies in their Chevy's, puffin' grass and sippin' wine
'Bout fourteen miles south-east of Council Bluffs
They was passin' round the peacepipe when we caught 'em with our flashlight
And Willard's hairy hands applied the cuffs
And I says, "Boys, you got some trouble, you commitin' herbicide
We just gonna have to get this situation under control
'Cause I'm Fairweather Lewis and this here's Willard Clark
And we the Pottawattamie County weed patrol"
Then we spied ol' Marvin Kline a-headin' south on twenty-nine
Like a midnight auto accessory store on wheels
His trunk was full of hub caps and his back seat full of tires
When we picked him up and made him spread his heels
I says, "Hands upon the wall, boy, you allowed to make one call
We just gonna have to get this situation under control
'Cause see I'm Fairweather Lewis and this here's Willard Clark
And we the Pottawattamie County rip-off patrol"
Then Orville Hinkle left the Go-Go Club on his bran' new motorcycle
Runnin' stoplights, raisin' hell and causin' accidents
His brain was doin' wheelies and his blood was three-two beer
When we nailed him in his driveway at his residence
I says, "Orville you're in trouble, boy, but if you'll blow this here baloon up
We're gonna get your situation under control
Now I'm Captain Fairweather Lewis and this here's Willard Clark
And we the Pottawattamie County juice patrol"
Then we's passin' by the Dewdrop Inn when we heard this woman scream
So we pulled on in and parked and got the guns out
Well we bashed on through the lobby into unit seventeen
There's twenty-eight folks in there near about no clothes on
An'I says, "Ev'rybody up against the wall, show us your identification
We just gonna definitely get this situation under control
'Cause my name's Fairweather Lewis and this here's Willard Clark
And we the Pottawattamie County sin patrol"
"C'mon Willard let's go sneakin' round in the dark some more
Never know what you're gonna find"
Vrijdag 22 januari 1988
Patria Ya No Duermas
Patria Ya No Duermas
Performer(s): Miguel Mateos
Se disfraza de eufemismos
se distrae con cualquier cosa
se emborracha cuando gana
y amanece un forastero en su cama
sueña con todo lo que le han quitado
para volverlo a tener...
Juega al poker con extraños
que la embaucan, le hacen daño
y deja puercas leyendas en los baños
indignada por su ingenuidad...
y hace gala de una historia
que esta siempre por empezar
sabe que si uno no llega a ser uno mismo
no le sirve a los demás...
Patria, ya no duermas
Patria, ya no duermas...
con tus hijos venideros
se escaparon las cigüeñas
y te buscan, te reclaman
para que los vuelvas a tener...
se hace caca en el río
y su sueño dura un siglo
ella sabe que en los sueños
no hay culpables, ni perdones
y sube uno a uno los escalones
de aquí a la eternidad...
y nos hiere con su beso
que nos llena de tristeza
pero elimina la torpeza
en el arte de amar...
Patria, ya no duermas
Patria, ya no duermas...
que tus hijos venideros
se han abiertos las venas
y están listas transfusiones
para que los vuelvas a tener...
y te buscan, te reclaman
para que nos vuelvas a tener
Patria, ya no duermas...
Sean eternos los laureles
que supimos conseguir
que supimos conseguir
coronados de gloria vivamos
o juremos con gloria morir
o juremos con gloria morir
Donderdag 21 januari 1988
Cool an' Green an' Shady
Cool an' Green an' Shady
Composer(s): John Denver
Performer(s): John Denver
Saturdays, holidays, easy afternoons
Lazy days, summer days, nothin' much to do
Rainy days are better days for hangin' out inside
Grainy days and city ways make me wanna hide
Some place cool and green and shady
Find yourself a piece of grassy ground
Lay down, close your eyes
Find yourself and maybe lose yourself
While your free spirit flies
Find yourself a piece of grassy ground
Lay down, close your eyes
Find yourself and maybe lose yourself
While your free spirit flies
August skies, lullabies, promises to keep
Dandelions and twisting vines, clover at your feet
Memories of Aspen leaves trembling on the wind
Honeybees and fantasies, where to start again
Some place cool and green and shady
Cool and green and shady
Cool and green and shady
Cool and green and shady
Cool and green and shady
Cool and green and shady
Cool and green and shady ...
Donderdag 21 januari 1988
Patria Querida
Patria Querida
Performer(s): Fernando Ubiergo
Si aún puedo soñar
quiero soñar en ti
si aún puedo cantar
quiero cantar aquí
si es tiempo de empezar
para poder seguir
te doy mi corazón
todo lo que hay en mi
toda mi vida…
Patria Querida…
querida Patria
te doy mi vida
te doy mis ansias
Si aún puedo creer
quiero creer en ti
si aún puedo luchar
yo lucharé por ti
si aún puedo sentir
te ofrezco el corazón
el más profundo amor
para sanar así
nuestras heridas.
Patria Querida…
querida Patria
te doy mi vida
te doy mis ansias
Si tengo que amar
quiero amar aquí
mis sueños, mi mujer
los hijos que te di…
si tengo que llorar
si puedo ser feliz
quiero que sea en ti
así hasta morir
toda mi vida…
Patria querida…
querida patria
te doy mi vida
te doy mis ansias
Woensdag 20 januari 1988
365 Days
365 Days
Performer(s): Rolf Harris
A man went to his boss one day
Said, "I apologize
For bothering you like this, sir
And perhaps it isn't wise
But the wife is always on at me to ask for
To ask for a rise"
The boss said
"That's no problem son, come in and take a pew
And we'll figure it out together
Just exactly what you do
And in accordance to the work you do for us, lad
You'll get what is due"
"Now, there's three hundred and sixty-five days in the year
I'll write that at the top," he said
"Oh, this year's a leap year, I almost forgot
That's three hundred and sixty-six instead"
"You work eight hours a day for us
That's eight out of twenty-four, that's one-third of a day you do
And a third of three hundred and sixty-six
Is one hundred and twenty-two"
"Now you don't work Sundays, and there's fifty-two in a year"
Hmmmmmm, "I take that away from this number we've got
From that one hundred and twenty-two days
That leaves seventy days, is that clear?"
"And you don't work Saturdays, and there's fifty-two of them
That leaves eighteen days overall
You take away four bank holidays . . .
And two weeks annual leave . . . .
You Don't Work For Us At All!"
Woensdag 20 januari 1988
Pathetic Way Of Getting Over Me
Pathetic Way Of Getting Over Me
Composer(s): Shel Silverstein
Performer(s): Shel Silverstein
Oh, if you read in the papers that she's been seen
A-gettin' in an' out
of some millionaire's long custom-made limousine
She may fool you with her smiles, but I can see
That's just her poor, hopeless, hapless, helpless
Pathetic way of gettin' over me
So, you were down at Joe's on the night she broke her zipper
And some lamebrain drunk champagne out o' her slipper
And she danced on the piano, and she screamed, "Hooray, I'm free"
That's just her poor, hopeless, hapless, helpless
Pathetic way of gettin' over me
Oh, she'll do anything she can just to make me jealous
Of course, forgettin' me is gonna take her lots o' years
So I call her now and then just out of pity
When she laughs at me
That's just her way of bravely holding back her tears
What's that you say?
She got married?
Oh, the poor little fool
To some handsome movie star with a mansion and a swimming pool?
And she's looking good?
And she's got a kid, or two or three?
That's just her poor, hopeless, hapless, helpless
Pathetic way of gettin' over me
Pathetic way of tryin' to get over me
But she ain't never gonna make it, honey
I mean those guys... those guys you see her with now
They're... they're the relatives... maybe business associates
I mean... I know this woman
And she's sittin' home bitin' her fingernails
Let me tell you... she's just readin' magazines.
She may look like she's enjoyin' herself
That's the way she looks when she's really feelin' bad
I know this woman
Dinsdag 19 januari 1988
Simple Man (Lynyrd Skynyrd)
Simple Man
Composer(s): Ronnie Van Zant; Gary Rossington
First release by: Lynyrd Skynyrd - 1973
Covered by multiple other artists
Mama told me when I was young
Come sit beside me, my only son
And listen closely to what I say
And if you do this
It will help you some sunny day
Take your time... Don't live too fast
Troubles will come and they will pass
Go find a woman and you'll find love
And don't forget son
There is someone up above
And be a simple kind of man
Be something you love and understand
Be a simple kind of man
Won't you do this for me son
If you can?
Forget your lust for the rich man's gold
All that you need is in your soul
And you can do this if you try
All that I want for you my son
Is to be satisfied
And be a simple kind of man
Be something you love and understand
Be a simple kind of man
Won't you do this for me son
If you can?
Boy, don't you worry... you'll find yourself
Follow you heart and nothing else
And you can do this if you try
All I want for you my son
Is to be satisfied
And be a simple kind of man
Be something you love and understand
Be a simple kind of man
Won't you do this for me son
If you can?
Dinsdag 19 januari 1988
Patches (Dickey Lee)
Patches
Composer(s): Larry Kolber; Barry Mann
Performer(s): Dickey Lee
Down by the river that flows by the coal yards
Stand wooden houses with shutters torn down
There lives a girl everybody calls Patches
Patches my darling of Old Shanty town
We plan to marry when June brought the summer
I couldn't wait to make Patches my bride
Now I don't see how that ever can happen
My folks say No, and my heart breaks inside
Patches oh what can I do
I swear I'll always love you
But a girl from that place would just bring me disgrace
So my folks won't let me love you
Each night I cry as I think of that shanty
And pretty Patches there watching the door
She doesn't know that I can't come to see her
Patches must think that I love her no more
I hear a neighbour telling my father
He said a girl name of Patches was found
Floating face down in that dirty old river
That flows by the coal yards in Old Shanty Town
Patches oh what can I do
I swear I'll always love you
It may not be right
But I'll join you tonight
Patches I'm coming to you
Maandag 18 januari 1988
Simple Man (Graham Nash)
Simple Man
Composer(s): Graham Nash
First release by: Graham Nash - 1971
I am a simple man so I sing a simple song
Never been so much in love and never hurt so bad at the same time
I am a simple man and I play a simple tune
Wish that I could see you once again across the room
Like the first time
Just want to hold you, don't want to hold you down
I hear what you're saying and you're spinning my head around
And I can't make it alone
The ending of the tale is the singing of the song
Make me proud to be your man, only you can make me strong
Like the last time
Just want to hold you, don't want to hold you down
I hear what you're saying and you're spinning my head around
And I can't make it alone
Maandag 18 januari 1988
Patches (Chairmen of the Board)
Patches
Composer(s): Ronald Dunbar - General Johnson
First release by: Chairmen of the Board - 1970
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1971 - Cash (Eddy Mitchell)
1984 - Marvin (Titãs)
I was born and raised down in Alabama on a farm way back up in the woods
Oh I was so ragged folks used to call me "Patches"
Papa used to tease me about it
but deep down inside dad was hurtin' 'cause he'd done the best he could
My papa was a great old man
I can see him with a shovel in his hand
Education that he never had
But he did wonders when the times got bad
The little money from the crops we raised
Barely paid the bills we made
Oh life whipped him
Down to the ground
When he tried to get up
Life would kick him back down
On the day papa called me
To his dyin' bed
Placed his hand on my shoulders
And in tears he said
Patches
I'm depending on you, son
To pull the family through
My son, it's all left up to you
Two days later papa passed away
And I became a man that day
Everyday I had to work the fields
'Cause that's the only way
We got our meals
See, I was the oldest of the family
And everybody was depending on me
Now the years have passed
And everybody's grown
Mama's been livin'
In a brand new home
Lord knows it took
A lot of sweat and tears
And my daddy's voice
To help us through the years
He said
Patches
I'm depending on you, son
To pull the family through
My son, it's all left up to you
Daddy had been sick for a long time, flat on his back
Every evenin' after we'd finish our chores and eat our dinner
we'd all go into papa's room to cheer him up a little
And this particular day dad was in good spirits
sittin' on the side of the bed, tellin' mama how good she looked
When all of a sudden, papa had a pain in his chest
I was too young to understand, talkin' about a heart attack here
Mama rushed us all out of the room into the hallway
About ten minutes later she came out with tears in her eyes
She called out to me, "Patches, Patches, get in here, boy
Your daddy wanna see you"
I went runnin' into papa's room, there papa lay
Daddy had tears in his eyes
I knew something was wrong, daddy was a poor man
but all of my life he'd been a proud man
I knelt down on one knee beside the bed, papa put his hand on my shoulder
He said, "Patches, Patches, boy
the hammer of life done beat your old papa down to the ground
and I ain't got nobody to turn to to take care of mama and the younger
So what I want you to do is promise me, son
is that you're gonna do your best to help your mama as much as you can"
I said, "Papa, I'm gonna do my best"
But little did I know then like I know now
that tryin' to climb life's mountains searchin' for a top where there ain't no top
sometimes you find yourself frustrated, lazy
But every time I feel like I can't live my life like I want to
my mind goes back to that day when I see those tears in my daddy's eyes
But most of all I remember his words, "Patches, I'm dependin' on you, boy"
Every time I feel like givin' up, I hear his voice
"Patches, Patches, Patches, Patches"
I'm depending on you, son
I've tried to do my best
It's up to you to do the rest
Patches
I'm depending on you, son
I've tried to do my best
It's up to you to do the rest
Patches
I'm depending on you, son
To pull the family through
My son, it's all left up to you
Zondag 17 januari 1988
Simple Man (Gary Puckett)
Simple Man
Performer(s): Gary Puckett & The Union Gap
I dream of the magic to make you want me once again
A sorrowed man sees loneliness in years to come
So all alone without you
Could you see me standing by your window in the rain
Did you hear the words my heart could feel, but I can't say
I could hear you gaily laughing
While my life was slowly passing away
A simple man without the words to make things right
Who longs to hope you see my love in your dreams
Now it may be I'll never win
Your love, I can't stop trying
For I love you, I love you
And I pray you'll hear my heart still wants you near
A simple man without the words to make things right
I only want to hope you see my love in your dreams
Now it may be I'll never win
Your love, I can't stop trying
For I love you, I love you
And I pray you'll hear my heart still wants you near
And I pray you'll hear my heart still wants you near
A simple man without the words to make things right
I only want to hope, you'll see my love in your dreams
Now it may be I'll never win
Your love, I can't stop trying
For I love you, I love you
And I pray you'll hear my heart ...
Zondag 17 januari 1988
Påtalåten
Påtalåten
Composer(s): Ola Magnell
Performer(s): Ola Magnell
Du har känslan, men inte rätta viljan
Att sitta ner och hitta på en visa så fin
Märren ränner hän av i sken över tiljan
Bonden studsar upp i sin nya slåttermaskin
Kul, kul inte sant, men inget intressant
Kommer från din skvattgalna höstack e' de' sagt
Men fast nu stupet är brant så klarar du galant
Språnget över detta jättelika schakt
Och nätters lätta takt
Men din mamma hon tycker att du slarvar
När du sätter dig och gnolar på en töntig melodi
Gubben far går på åkern och harvar
Han har en rågrak och mustig terminologi
Men jag, jag tycker för min del att de' inte e' stort fel
I att vara lite vilsen i vår nya sköna värld
Många liv står på spel och vill du va' hel
Får du sluta kuta runt och snacka strunt
Och hålla tunt om vad du lärt
Bror står i jorden och påtar
Han tittar upp i skyn, det ser ut att bli blött
Lillebror lyssnar på låtar
Regn duggar lätt och du tänker förstrött
Så sent som i fjol stod en tupp där och gol
Det fanns blå viol och kor och vackra ängder där du bor
Det lyste en sol och du kunde bli mol
Tyst av en schysst illusion om att du tror att du blir stor
Men nu står maskiner och schaktar
Blommande äng har blivit avgas och betong
E' de' så märkligt att man faktiskt föraktar
Alla korumpeer med sin pappersjargong
Jag blir snart desperat av att leva i en stat
Uppbyggd av profit och bostadssegregation
Ingen smart demokrat blir så flat och moderat
Som i vår gistna, kristna västerländska Dollarcivilisation
Men hellre än att äga miljoner
Gick du i din barndoms hage bland snår
Och kände valldoft och lockande toner
Från rapphöns, fasaner och bräkande får
Men ditt rastlösa flås och din storstadsneuros
Din magnecyl, ditt gräs och din gamla alkohol
Håller på att ta kål på din vilja av stål
Och även om du vrålar har du inga stålar kvar att nå ditt mål
Zaterdag 16 januari 1988
Simple Gifts
Simple Gifts
(French & German Versions: Je Te Regarde; Sing Ein Lied)
Composer(s): E. Joseph Brackett; J. Sakel
Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri
and multiple other artists
T'is the gift to be simple
T'is the gift to be free
T'is the gift to come down
Where we ought to be
And when we find ourselves
In the place just right
T'll be in the valley of love and delight
When true simplicity is gained
To bow and to bend
We will not be ashamed
To turn, to turn will be our delight
Till by turning, turning
We come round right
T'is the gift to be simple
T'is the gift to be free
T'is the gift to come down
Where we ought to be
And when we find ourselves
In the place just right
T'll be in the valley of love and delight
When true simplicity is gained
To bow and to bend
We will not be ashamed
To turn, to turn will be our delight
Till by turning, turning
We come round right
T'is the gift to be simple
T'is the gift to be free
T'is the gift to come down
Where we ought to be
And when we find ourselves
In the place just right
T'll be in the valley of love and delight
When true simplicity is gained
To bow and to bend
We will not be ashamed
To turn, to turn will be our delight
Till by turning, turning
We come round right
Lala la lala la
Lalala la lalala
Lalala lalala
Lalala lala lala
Lalala lalala
Lalalala lalala
Lalala lalala
Lala lala lala lala
Lala la lala la
Lalala la lalala
Lalala lalala
Lalala lala lala
Lalala lalala
Lalalala lalala
Lalala lalala
Lala lala lala lala
Lala la lala la
Lalala la lalala
Lalala lalala
Lalala...
Zaterdag 16 januari 1988
Pata Pata
Pata Pata
Composer(s): Miriam Makeba; Jerry Ragovoy
Performer(s): Miriam Makeba
Sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata pat (pata pata)
Sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata pat (pata pata)
Sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata pat (pata pata)
sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata (pata pata)
Hihi ha mama, hi-a-ma sat si pata (pata pata)
hihi ha mama, hi-a-ma sat si pa (pata pata)
a-hihi ha mama, hi-a-ma sat si pata pat (pata pata)
a-hihi ha mama, hi-a-ma sat si pat (pata pata)
Aya sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata (pata pata)
a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pat (pata pata)
a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata (pata pata)
a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata (pata pata)
a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata (pata pata)
Pata Pata is the name of a dance
we do down Johannesburg way
and everybody starts to move
as soon as pata pata starts to play, hoo
Aya sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata (pata pata)
a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pat (pata pata)
a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata (pata pata)
a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata (pata pata)
a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata (pata pata)
Hihi ha mama, hi-a-ma sat si pata (pata pata)
Hihi ha mama, hi-a-ma sat si pata (pata pata)
a-hihi ha mama, hi-a-ma sat si pata pat (pata pata)
a-hihi ha mama, hi-a-ma sat si pat (pata pata)
Haji-a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata (pata pata)
a sat wuguga sat ju benga jo-ho (pata pata)
a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata pat (pata pata)
a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si (pata pata)
Hoo, every friday and saturday night
it´s pata pata-time
the dance keeps going all night long
til the morning sun begins to shine
hey aya sat wuguga sat ,wo-ho-o (pata pata)
Aya sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata (pata pata)
a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pat (pata pata)
a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata (pata pata)
a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata (pata pata)
Hihi ha mama, hi-a-ma sat si pata (pata pata)
Hihi ha mama, hi-a-ma sat si pata (pata pata)
a-hihi ha mama, hi-a-ma sat si pata pat (pata pata)
a-hihi ha mama, hi-a-ma sat si pat (pata pata)
Huh - a sat wuguga sat - hit it! (pata pata)
aah - sat wuguga sat - aim not si - hit it (pata pata)
a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata (pata pata) .....
Vrijdag 15 januari 1988
Sing Ein Lied
Sing Ein Lied
(English & French Versions: Simple Gifts; Je Te Regarde
Composer(s): E. Joseph Brackett; J. Sakel; B. Otto
Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri
Sing ein Lied auf die Freude
Sing ein Lied auf den Tag
Sing ein Lied dem Menschen
Der dich gerne mag
Im Lachen aller Kinder liegt die Melodie
Für ein Lied so sorgenfrei wie sie
Auf alles Schöne das wir sehn
Wenn wir durch dieses Leben gehn
Es gibt doch so vieles auf unserer Welt
Was uns froh macht und unseren Alltag erhellt
Sing ein Lied auf die Liebe
Sing ein Lied auf die Nacht
Sing ein Lied dem Morgen
Der dich fröhlich macht
Im Rauschen aller Bäume liegt die Melodie
Für ein Lied so mächtig und alt wie sie
Auf alles Schöne das wir sehn
Wenn wir durch dieses Leben gehn
Es gibt doch so vieles auf unserer Welt
Was uns froh macht und unseren Alltag erhellt
Sing ein Lied auf die Hoffnung
Sing ein Lied auf das Glück
Sing ein Lied dem Zufall
Und dem Augenblick
Im Schlagen aller Uhren liegt die Melodie
Für ein Lied so beständig und zeitlos wie sie
Auf alles Schöne das wir sehn
Wenn wir durch dieses Leben gehn
Es gibt doch so vieles auf unserer Welt
Was uns froh macht und unseren Alltag erhellt
Sing ein Lied auf die Freude
Sing ein Lied auf den Tag
Sing ein Lied dem Menschen
Der dich gerne mag
Im Lachen aller Kinder liegt die Melodie
Für ein Lied so sorgenfrei wie sie
Lala la lala la
Lalala la lalala
Lalala lalala
Lalala lala lala
Lalala lalala
Lalalala lalala
Lalala lalala
Lala lala lala lala
Lala la lala la
Lalala la lalala
Lalala lalala
Lalala lala lala
Lalala lalala
Lalalala lalala
Lalala lalala
Lala lala lala lala
Lala la lala la
Lalala la lalala
Lalala lalala
Lalala...
Vrijdag 15 januari 1988
Pat Reilly
