Zaterdag 7 januari 1995
Sunfighter
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Zaterdag 7 januari 1995
Zonder Vrienden Kan Ik Niet
Zonder Vrienden Kan Ik Niet
Performer(s): Boudewijn De Groot
Je kunt desnoods wel zonder geld
Al is dat voor je maag niet fijn
Nog erger als een vrouw je kwelt
Want dan doet ook je hart nog pijn
Ik weet het kan verschrikkelijk zijn
Liefst heb ik een vriend met wie ik alras
Langdurig zeuren kan hoe 't was
En ik heb troost in mijn verdriet
M'n makker, schenk me nog een glas
Want zonder vrienden kan ik niet
Raar is het leven toch, ik hou
Al niet zo veel van alcohol
Maar uitgerekend om een vrouw
Sla ik naar binnen tot ik vol
En snikkend van de bittere lol
Subiet in slaap val in een stoel
Daar vindt een vriend mij, ruimt mijn boel
Ik wankel, prevel vals een lied
Omdat ik me toch gelukkig voel
Want zonder vrienden kan ik niet
Bedrogen ben ik vaker wel
Ook heb ik meer een vrouw bemind
Uit ging het steeds, maar aan die hel
Denkt toch geen mens als het begint
Een man blijft toch altijd een kind
Wie droomt niet van het paradijs
Ineens wordt niemand oud en wijs
Je krijgt voor vreugde vaak verdriet
Niet over rozen gaat de reis
Maar zonder vrienden kan ik niet
Laat mij maar schuiven, want ik red
Er toch nog altijd wel iets van
Nu prince, verhoor dan dit gebed
Neem alles als het niet anders kan
Alleen mijn vrienden, laat die dan
Er blijft mij anders niets, o Heer
Rampzaliger kan toch niet meer
Terwijl u mij in tranen ziet
Zweer ik desnoods 'ik drink niet meer'
Maar zonder vrienden kan ik niet
Vrijdag 6 januari 1995
Sundown
Sundown
Composer(s): Gordon Lightfoot
Performer(s): Gordon Lightfoot - 1974
Covered by multiple other artists
I can see her lyin' back in her satin dress
In a room where you do what you don't confess
Sundown, you better take care
If I find you bin creepin' round my back stairs
Sundown, you better take care
If I find you bin creepin' round my back stairs
She's bin lookin' like a queen in a sailor's dream
And she don't always say what she really means
Sometimes I think it's a shame
When I get feelin' better when I'm feelin' no pain
Sometimes I think it's a shame
When I get feelin' better when I'm feelin' no pain
I can picture ev'ry move that a man could make
Gettin' lost in her lovin' is your first mistake
Sundown, you better take care
If I find you bin creepin' round my back stairs
Sometimes I think it's a sin
When I feel like I'm winnin' when I'm losin' again
I can see her lookin' fast in her faded jeans
She's a hard lovin' woman, got me feelin' mean
Sometimes I think it's a shame
When I get feelin' better when I'm feelin' no pain
Sundown, you better take care
If I find you bin creepin' round my back stairs
Sundown you better take care
If I find you bin creepin' round my back stairs
Sometimes I think it's a sin
When I feel like I'm winnin' when I'm losin' again
Vrijdag 6 januari 1995
Zoo Station
Zoo Station
Composer(s): Bono; Adam Clayton;
The Edge; Larry Mullen Jr.
Performer(s): U2
I'm ready
I'm ready for the laughing gas
I'm ready
I'm ready for what's next
I'm ready to duck
I'm ready to dive
I'm ready to say
I'm glad to be alive
I'm ready
I'm ready for the push
The cool of the night
The warmth of the breeze
I'll be crawling 'round
On my hands and knees
Just down the line ... Zoo Station
Gotta make it on time ... Zoo Station
I'm ready
I'm ready for the gridlock
I'm ready...to take it to the street
I'm ready for the shuffle
Ready for the deal
Ready to let go of the steering wheel
I'm ready
Ready for the crush
(She's just down the line) ... Zoo Station
(Got to make it on time) ... Zoo Station
Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
It's alright, it's alright
It's alright, it's alright
Hey baby, hey baby, hey baby, hey baby
It's alright, it's alright
(Alright, you can turn it up)
Time is a train
Makes the future the past
Leaves you standing in the station
Your face pressed up against the glass
I'm just down the line from your love ... (Zoo Station)
You know I'm under the sign ... (Zoo Station)
I've gotta make it on time
Make it on time ... (Zoo Station)
That's alright ... (Zoo Station)
Just two stops down the line ... (Zoo Station)
Just a stop down the line ...
Donderdag 5 januari 1995
Sunday's Not My Day
Sunday's Not My Day
((Adapted from: Je Hais Les Dimanches (by Juliette Gréco) - 1955))
((Dutch Version: Wat Haat Ik De Zondag (by Conny Vandenbos) - 1968))
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour - Florence Véran - Robert E. Morrison
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Though the days of the week wear the same empty face
There's a day in the week I would like to replace
It's the Sunday, so smuggly pretending to be
Something more than a day that has nothing for me
I've reasons to say, Sunday's not my day
Harrassed by its crowds, how they pass and defile
An expressionless crowd with a time-wearied smile
Though I walk through its streets, my direction's unknown
Sunday's worthless to one who must spend it alone
It's always this way, Sunday's not my day
You must work this day Sunday, the one day I'm free
This is why Sunday seems so oppressive to me
If only you were near, you would open my eyes
I'd be ready to like all the things I despise
All the Sundays in Spring, light and blue there we were
All our cares taking wing, as we breath, as we dare
Lying there in the grass, watching children at play
Watching lovers who pass, like the wind on its way
The skies deep and blue, they would smile for you
We would dance through the streets, we would join this parade
We would do all the things, for which Sunday is made
Without trying to know what tomorrow will be
Having only one hope that together we'd see
Our Sunday again, Sunday back again
Of the people I see, in their Sunday disguise
There are those who believe they are hopeful and wise
Some are going to church, for appearances' sake
Some are willing to give half as much as they make
Some will sleep the whole day, having nowhere to go
Some will visit a grave, some will put on a show,
Well rehearsed in their part, they will pass review
Some will make Sunday love, to have something to do
Yet, I envy their joy
When their Sundays arrive, they frolic, they play
I'm less than alive, what more can I say
Sunday's not my day
Donderdag 5 januari 1995
Zoom (Fat Larry's Band)
Zoom
Composer(s): Len Barry; Bobby Eli
Performer(s):
Fat Larry’s Band; Murphy's Law
Zoom, just one look
and then my heart went boom
Suddenly, and we were on the moon
Flying high in a neon sky oh
Bang, just one touch and all the church bells rang
Heaven called and all the angels sang
Sunrise shine in a midnight sky oh
Zoom, you chased the day away I knew
The moon and stars came out to play and then
My whole wide world went
Zoom, moonbeams dancing in the afternoon
Shadows blowing as the roses bloom
Looking down on a wonderland oh
Smack, just one kiss and I was outta whack
All at once there was no turning back
Oh so far above the brightest star oh
Zoom, you chased the day away
I knew, the moon and stars came out to play
Zoom, you chased the day away I knew
The moon and stars came out to play and then
My whole wide world went zoom
I touched a rainbow as we went flyin’ by
Faster and faster we were higher than high
For once in my life time I was finally free
And you gave that to me
Zoom, you chased the day away
I knew, the moon and stars came out to play oh, oh
Zoom, you chased the day away I knew
The moon and stars came out to play oh, oh
Zoom, you chased the day away I knew
The moon and stars came out to play
Spoken: zoom
Woensdag 4 januari 1995
Sunday, Monday Or Always
Sunday, Monday Or Always
Composer(s): Johnny Burke - Jimmy Van Heusen
Performer(s): Bing Crosby
and multiple other artists
Sunday, Monday or Tuesday
Wednesday, Thursday or Friday
I want you near
Every day in the year
Oh, won't you tell me when
We will meet again
Sunday, Monday or always
If you're satisfied
I'll be at your side
Sunday, Monday or always
No need to tell me now
What makes the world go 'round
When at the sight of you
My heart begins to pound and pound
And what am I to do
Can't I be with you
Sunday, Monday or always
Always and forever I must be with you
Beginning Sunday and Monday and then forever
Oh, won't you tell me when
We will meet again
Sunday, Monday or always
If you're satisfied
I'll be at your side
Sunday, Monday or always
No need to tell me now
What makes the world go 'round
When at the sight of you
My heart begins to pound, pound, pound
What am I to do
Can't I be with you
Sunday, Monday or always
Woensdag 4 januari 1995
Zoom (The Commodores)
Zoom
Composer(s):
Ronald LaPread; Lionel Richie
Performer(s): The Commodores; Big Bub;
Maysa; Lionel Richie
I may be just a foolish dreamer
But I don't care
'Cause I know my happiness is waiting out there somewhere
I'm searching for that silver lining
Horizons that I've never seen
Oh I'd like to take just a moment and dream my dream
Dream my dream
Zoom
I'd like to fly far away from here
Where my mind is fresh and clear
And I'd find the love that I long to see
Where everybody can be what they wanna be
I'd like the greet the sun each morning
And walk amongst the stars at night
I'd like to know the taste of honey in my life
Well I've shared so many pains
And I've played so many games
But everyone finds the right way
Somehow
Somewhere
Someday
Zoom
I'd like to fly far away from here
Where my mind can be fresh and clear
And I'll find the love that I long to see
People can be what they wanna be
I wish the world were truly happy
Living as one
I wish the word they call freedom someday would come
Someday would come
Zoom
I'd like to fly far away from here
Where my mind can be fresh and clear
And I'd find the love that I long to see
Everybody can be what they wanna be
Zoom
I'd like to fly away
Zoom
I'd like to fly away
Zoom
I'd like to fly away
You and me, baby
Walking free
Don't you wanna go?
Don't you wanna go?
Dinsdag 3 januari 1995
Sunday Will Never Be The Same
Sunday Will Never Be The Same
Composer(s): Terry Cashman - Gene Pistilli
Performer(s): Spanky & Our Gang
and multiple other artists
Ba-ba-ba-ba-da, ba-ba-ba-ba-da, ba-ba-ba-ba-da
I remember Sunday morning, I would meet him at the park
We'd walk together hand in hand till it was almost dark
Now I wake up Sunday morning, walk across the lane to find
Nobody waiting for me, Sunday's just another day
Sunday will never be the same (Sunday will never be the same)
I lost my Sunday sun, he'll not be back again
Sunny afternoons that made me feel so warm inside
Have turned as cold and gray as ashes as I feel the embers die
No longer can I walk these paths, for they have changed
I must be off, the sun is gone and I think it's gonna rain
Sunday will never be the same (Sunday will never be the same)
I lost my Sunday sun, he'll not be back again
I remember children feeding flocks of pigeons
I remember sunshine and you were mine
Ba-ba-ba-ba-da, ba-ba-ba-ba-da, ba-ba-ba-ba-da-aaahhh
Sunday will never be the same (Sunday will never be the same)
I lost my Sunday sun, he'll not be back again
Sunday will never be the same
Sunday will never be the same
Sunday will never be ...
Dinsdag 3 januari 1995
Zorro
Zorro
Composer(s): George Bruns; Norm Foster
Performer(s): The Chordettes; Mellomen
Sound of hoof beats
Zorro, Zorro
Zorro, Zorro
Zorro, Zorro
Sound of blade going through the air
Sound of hoof beats again
Out of the night when the full moon is bright
Comes a horseman known as Zorro
He's already gave his mark of Z with his blade
A Z that stands for Zorro
Zorro, Zorro, Zorro
The fox of cunning and creed
Zorro, Zorro, Zorro
He makes the sign of the Z
Zorro, Zorro
Zorro, Zorro
Zorro, Zorro
He is alive let the wicked take fright
When they catch the sight of Zorro
He's a friend of the weak and the poor and the meek
This very unique Senor Zorro
Zorro, Zorro, Zorro
The fox of cunning and creed
Zorro, Zorro, Zorro
He makes the sign of the Z
Zorro, Zorro
Zorro, Zorro
Zorro, Zorro
Sound of hoof beats
Maandag 2 januari 1995
Sunday Susie
Sunday Susie
Composer(s): John Dawson
Performer(s): New Riders Of The Purple Sage
Nine To Five To Stay Alive Is What I Have To Do
Nine To Five I Stay Alive By Hoping That You
Will Come And See Me Sunday Susie
You Know Where I'll Be
Ah Come And See Me Sunday Susie
Come Make, Come Make Love With Me
You Don't Have To Bring Me Nothing
Maybe Just Say Hi
You Don't Have To Pledge Your Loving
You Don't Have To Try
Just Come And See Me Sunday Susie
You Know Where I'll Be
Ah Come And See Me Sunday Susie
Come Make, Come Make Love With Me
Ah Sunday Is The Lord's Day Susie
He Sat Down To Rest
Sunday Doesn't Make No Difference
Susie Is The Best
All Alone Is Where I've Been But I Don't Want To Stay
All Alone On Sunday Susie Like I've Been Today
Ah Come And See Me Sunday Susie You Know Where I'll Be
Ah Come And See Me Sunday Susie
Come Make, Come Make Love With Me
Come Make, Come Make Love With Me
Maandag 2 januari 1995
Zorro Est Arrivé
Zorro Est Arrivé
((Adapted from: Along Came Jones (by The Coasters) - 1959))
Composer(s): Jerry Leiber - Mike Stoller - Bernard Michel
Performer(s): Henri Salvador - 1964
Dans mon fauteuil, je regardais
Le film à la télé
Un type nommé Jojo le Bouffi
Poursuivait la pauvre Suzy
Il la coinça près d'la scierie
Et très méchamment lui dit:
"Si tu m'donnes pas ton ranch, en moins d'deux
Je vais t'couper en deux"
Puis il l'empoigna
Et alors?
Ben, il la ficela
Et alors?
Il la mit sous la scie
Et alors? Et alors?
Eh, eh, Zorro est arrivé
Sans s'presser
Le grand Zorro, le beau Zorro
Avec son ch'val et son grand chapeau
Mais bientôt j'ai pris la deuxième chaîne
Car un vieux schnock parlait
Charmante soirée, sur la deuxième chaîne
Ils passaient le même navet
Près d'une cabane Jo le Bouffi
Coinçait la pauvre Suzy
Et il lui disait
"Donne-moi ton ranch, eh, poupée!
Ou j'te transforme en purée"
Puis il l'empoigna
Et alors?
Ben, il la ficela
Et alors?
Il mit le feu à la dynamite
Et alors? Et alors?
Eh, eh, Zorro est arrivé
Sans s'presser
Le grand Zorro, le beau Zorro
Avec son ch'val et son grand chapeau
Mais moi j'en avais tellement marre
J'ai repris la première chaîne
Et devant mes yeux, mes yeux hagards
Se déroulait la même scène
Et Jojo, Jojo le Bouffi
Dans un sac fourrait Suzy
Disant
"Donne-moi ton ranch, eh, boudin!
Ou j'vais t'balancer sous l'train"
Puis il l'empoigna
Et alors?
Ben il la ficela
Et alors?
Sur les rails il la fit rouler
Et alors?
Ben le train arrivait, les copains!
Et alors? Et alors?
Eh, eh, Zorro est arrivé
Sans s'presser
Le grand Zorro, le beau Zorro
Avec son ch'val et son grand chapeau
Avec son flingue et son grand lasso
Avec ses bottes et son vieux banjo
Ah! Ah! Sacré Zorro, va!
Ah ah ah ah!
Zondag 1 januari 1995
Sunday Morning Coming Down
Sunday Morning Coming Down
Composer(s): Kris Kristofferson
First release by: Ray Stevens - 1969
Covered by multiple other artists
Titles In Other Languages:
1971 - Søndag Morgen (by John Mogensen)
1979 - Zondagmiddag Lilian (by Louis Neefs)
1975 - Nedelní Ráno (by Pavel Bobek)
Well, I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
So I had one more for dessert
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
I'd smoked my mind the night before
With cigarettes and songs I'd been picking
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Playing with a can that he was kicking
Then I walked across the street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken
And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost
Somewhere, somehow along the way
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And there's nothing short a' dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down
In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughing little girl that he was swinging
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs they were singing
Then I headed down the street
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing
And it echoed through the canyon
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And there's nothing short a' dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down
Zondag 1 januari 1995
Zot Van Aa
Zot Van Aa ((aka Eeuwig Geluk (by Nicole & Hugo) - 2008))
((Adapted from: Les Divorcés (by Michel Delpech) - 1973))
Composer(s): Michel Delpech - Jean-Michel Rivat - Roland Vincent - F. Rover
Performer(s): De Strangers - 1975
Soemwijle denk ik 't is ni waar, is da na al bekan e jaar
Da gij d'r uittrok mè diên andere
Nog altijd kan ik er ni bij, da gij zo tegenover mij
In doen en late kon verandere
Ge wou direkt nen avokaat, de klein die moest nor 't pensionaat
Daar was ze zogezee geborge
Want och diê vent wou aa alleen, da kind da was nen blok on oe been
D'r moest 'n ander mor veur zorge
Ge woont nà same mè diê vent, op 'n modern appartement
Zo hee 't 'm 'r wel e stuk of zeve
En z'hemme mij nà ook verteld, da ni diê vent mor wel ze geld
Ba aa den deurslag hee gegeve
Ik zèn daarom da weet ik wel, bij aa compleet van giênen tel
Ge zè mij nor het schijnt vergete
Mor a's ge me van tijd, god-wèt, veur 't iên of 't ander nodig hèt
Lot mij dan astemblieft iet wete
't Leve go voort
Mor wa naa...ik zèn nog eve zot van aa
M'n vriende zegge och komaan, vergettet. . Trekket oe ni aan
't zal allemol z'nen tijd wel dure
Mor azzek thuis koom krij'k 't wèr, en ik zit lak nen onnozelèr
Te suffe tusse m'n vier mure
Ik wou da'k oe spreke kon, al was het langs den telefon'
Mor ik heb de moed ni om te belle
Ik heb de nummero pertang, mor 't hee d'in feite giên belang
Wa kunne wij nà nog vertelle
't Leve go voort
Mor wa naa...ik zèn nog eve zot van aa
Ik weet wel dat 't aa ni intresseert, mor 'k heb in 't eerste geprobeerd
Om me veur aa van kant te make
Het feit da gij kon afstand doen, van al wa tussen ons bestoeng
Da konnek ni gewoon gerake
Mor sè ge zie, we leve toch, en af en toe dan droom ik nog
Da meen ik zonder overdrijve
Ik droom dan da wij allebei, beginne mè 'n proper lei
Om dan veurgoe bijeen te blijve
't Leve go voort
Mor wa naa...ik zèn nog eve
Eve zot van aa
Zaterdag 31 december 1994
Søndag Morgen
Søndag Morgen
((Adapted from: Sunday Morning Coming Down (by Ray Stevens) - 1969))
Composer(s): Kris Kristofferson - John Mogensen
Performer(s): John Mogensen - 1971
Titles In Other Languages:
1979 - Zondagmiddag Lilian (by Louis Neefs)
1975 - Nedelní Ráno (by Pavel Bobek)
Jeg stod op en søndag morgen
kigged´ ud og så en himmel trist og grå
fik mig vasket lidt en kam igennem håret
skægget lod jeg bare stå
Hvorfor pynte sig, en ensom mand
der blot skal ha´ en lang dag til at gå
og for øvrigt knækked´ snørrebåndet
det var det, der mangled´
Jeg fik nok
Jeg sprang ned a´ trappen, ud på gaden
blæsten kom og rusked´ mig i nakken
Jeg blev hurtigt kølet af, slog kraven op
og fandt den sidste mønt i frakken
På en kaffebar i nabolaget sad jeg lidt og lytted´ efter snakken
det´ svært at være ene, når man ønsker
man var medlem af en flok
Så´n en tidlig søndag morgen er der ingen brug for mig
Alle andre holder fridag, slapper af, kun ikke jeg
Når man lever helt alene uden no´en at holde af
må man nok ha´ lov at mene, søndag er den værste dag
I en park så jeg en far
som stod og leged´ med sin pige ved en gynge
Fra et åbent vindue hørtes barnegråd
en mor fik standset ved at synge
Det var mer´ end jeg ku´ ta´
det var som sten blev lagt på hjertet i en dynge
Jeg blev syg i sjælen
længtes efter kærlighed, et sted at gå i dok
Så´n en tidlig søndag morgen er der ingen brug for mig
Alle andre holder fridag, slapper af, kun ikke jeg
Når man lever helt alene uden no´en at holde af
må man nok ha´ lov at mene, søndag er den værste dag
Zaterdag 31 december 1994
You Oughta Be In Pictures
You Oughta Be In Pictures
Composer(s): Edward Heyman; Dana Suesse
Performer(s): Little Jack Little;
and various other artists
You oughta be in pictures
You’re wonderful to see
You oughta be in pictures
Oh what a hit you would be!
Your voice would thrill a nation
Your face would be adored
You’d make a great sensation
with wealth and fame your reward
And if you should kiss the way you kiss
When we’re alone
You’d make ev’ry girl and man
A fan worshiping at your throne
You oughta shine as brightly
As Jupiter and Mars
You oughta be in pictures
My star of stars
Vrijdag 30 december 1994
The Children Of Bethlehem
The Children Of Bethlehem
Composer(s): Tom Paxton
Performer(s): John Denver
The children of Bethlehem
One cold winter's night
Were wakened by singing
And a heavenly light
With whispers and murmurs
On pattering feet
The children of Bethlehem
Came into the street
The people were sleeping
All safely in bed
The children heard singing
In the sky overhead
They heard, "Peace will be with you
Whoever you are
Oh, come to the stable
Come, follow the Star!"
And the children of Bethlehem
That cold winter's night
Came down to the stable
They followed the light
Now the roosters were crowing
At the dawning of day
The baby lay sleeping
In the manger he lay
The children of Bethlehem
Came in two by two
They came to the manger
That the Star brought them to
They came to the manger
Where the sweet Baby lay
The children of Bethlehem
Showed us the way
Vrijdag 30 december 1994
You Ought To Be With Me
You Ought To Be With Me
Composer(s): Al Green;
Willie Mitchell; Al Jackson
Performer(s): Al Green; Al Jarreau
Sit right down and talk to me
about how you want to be
you ought to be with me
ya, you ought to be with me
Thinking about what people do
talking about how I love you
thinking there's nothing to what they say
you ought to be with me, anyway
They don't want to see us do
all of the dumb things we want to
you ought to be with me
hey, you ought to be with me
You don't have to waste my time
if you want to be a friend of mine
you can be denied and walk away
and turn your back for another day
You ought to be the kind of girl
that can brighten up this old world
and it's hard to see why you and me
can't be together happily
I'm trying to realize
you being with some other guy
I don't know the reason why
you ought to be with me until I die
(you ought to be with me until I die)
I don't want to waste my time
if you want to be a friend of mine
I want to hold you tight, love you right
put good feelin' in your night
Donderdag 29 december 1994
Sunday Morning Christian
Sunday Morning Christian
Composer(s): Harlan Howard
Performer(s): Harlan Howard
Mr. Jones, this car you sold me, isn't all that I desired
You swore it was young and healthy, now I find it's old and tired
But a deal's a deal you tell me and there's nothing to be done
Mr Jones, I'd like you better if you robbed me with a gun
You're a Sunday morning Christian, sir, singin' louder than the rest
Beg forgiveness at the altar, with your chin down on your chest
But tomorrow will be Monday, you'll revert back to your ways
Gougin' kickin' cheatin' shovin', with no thoughts of God or lovin'
Don't let me stand in your way
Surely God will forgive you next Sunday
Mrs. Smith, your fine attendance shows the Christian life you live
But I know your little secret, you expect God to forgive
You'll kiss your husband Monday mornin', see him safely on his way
Then get ready for your lover, it's a long time till Sunday
You're a Sunday morning Christian, ma'm, singin' louder than the rest
Beg forgiveness at the altar, with your chin down on your chest
But tomorrow will be Monday, you'll revert back to your ways
Gougin' kickin' cheatin' shovin', with no thoughts of God or lovin'
Don't let me stand in your way
Surely God will forgive you next Sunday
Donderdag 29 december 1994
You Only Live Twice
