Zaterdag 27 januari 1973
The Wasp (Texas Radio And The Big Beat)
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The Wasp (Texas Radio And The Big Beat)
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Zaterdag 27 januari 1973
My Tani
My Tani
Composer(s): John Avery Noble; Richard Gump; August Goupil
Performer(s): The Brothers Four;
The Ray Conniff Singers;
The Charles "Kaipo" Miller Serenaders
Farewell, my Tani, child of a coral sea
We dreamed of heaven, but you've forgotten me
I loved you dearly, why did we have to part?
Now I am lonely, here with a broken heart
Once on silver sands we held lonesome hands
That's why, my Tani, I cried "Come back to me"
Once on silver sands we held lonesome hands
That's why, my Tani, I cried "Come back to me"
Zaterdag 27 januari 1973
Gricel
Gricel
Composer(s): José María Contursi; Mariano Mores
Performer(s): Fito Paez (Argentina);
and various other artists
No debí pensar jamas
en lograr tu corazón
y sin embargo te busque
hasta que un día te encontré
y con mis besos te aturdí
sin importarme que eras buena
Tu ilusión fue de percal
se rompió cuando partí
pues nunca mas te vi
oh, que amarga fue mi pena
No te olvides de mi
de tu Gricel
me dijiste al besar
el Cristo aquel
y hoy que vivo enloquecido
porque no te olvide
ni te acuerdas de mi
Gricel, Gricel
Me falto después tu voz
y el calor de tu mirar
y como un loco te busque
pero ya nunca te encontré
y en otros besos me perdí
mi vida toda fue un engaño
Que será de ti Gricel
se cumplió la ley de Dios
ah, ah, que amarga fue mi pena
Yo vengo a ofrecer mi corazón
Quien dijo que todo esta perdido
yo vengo a ofrecer mi corazón
tanta sangre que se llevo el río
yo vengo a ofrecer mi corazón
no será tan fácil, ya se que pasa
no será tan simple como pensaba
como abrir el pecho y sacar el alma
una cuchillada del amor
luna de los pobres siempre abierta
yo vengo a ofrecer mi corazón
como un documento inalterable
yo vengo a ofrecer mi corazón
y uniré las puntas de un mismo lazo
y me iré tranquilo, me iré despacio
y te daré todo, y me darás algo
algo que me alivie un poco mas
cuando no haya nadie, cerca o lejos
yo vengo a ofrecer mi corazón
cuando los satélites no alcancen
yo vengo a ofrecer mi corazón
y hablo de países y de esperanza
hablo por la vida, hablo por la nada
hablo de cambiar esta nuestra casa
de cambiarla por cambiar nomás
quien dijo que todo esta perdido
yo vengo a ofrecer mi corazón
Vrijdag 26 januari 1973
Watchdog Report/Texas Has A Whorehouse In It
Watchdog Report/Texas Has A Whorehouse In It
Composer(s): Carol Hall
Performer(s): Dom De Luise
Watch dog will get you if you don't watch out
Watch dog sees and watch dog knows
Watch dog keeps us on our toes
Watch dog assures you that the law's the law
No exception to the rule, watch dog ain't no fool
Watch dog protects you, he's out on the prowl
Guards and checks the best he can, watch dog is a fighting man
Watch dog will throw, he's beam of light around
If some folks don't toe the line, watch dog's light will shine
Texas has a whorehouse in it
Watch dog will get you if you don't watch out
Watch dog sees and watch dog knows
Watch dog keeps us on our toes
Watch dog assures you that the law's the law
No exception to the rule, watch dog ain't no fool
Lord have mercy on our souls
Texas has a whorehouse in it
Watch dog will get you if you don't watch out
Watch dog sees and watch dog knows
Watch dog keeps us on our toes
Watch dog assures you that the law's the law
No exception to the rule, watch dog ain't no fool
Lord have mercy on our souls
I'll expose the facts although it fills me with disgust
Please excuse the filthy dark details, and carnal lust
Watch dog will get you if you don't watch out
Watch dog sees and watch dog knows
Watch dog keeps us on our toes
Watch dog assures you that the law's the law
No exception to the rule, watch dog ain't no fool
Filthy dark details, and carnal lust
Dancing going on inside it, don't you see they gone
I inquired no one denied it, now I think I'm getting riled
Bodies close together, arms and legs all rearranged
And the sheriff does not close him down
That's very strange
Watch dog will get you if you don't watch out
Watch dog sees and watch dog knows
Watch dog keeps us on our toes
Watch dog assures you that the law's the law
No exception to the rule, watch dog ain't no fool
Does not close him down, that's very strange
Mean eyed juiced up brillitene honkytonk cowboys
Watch dog will get you if you don't watch out
Watch dog sees and watch dog knows
Watch dog keeps us on our toes
Watch dog assures you that the law's the law
No exception to the rule, watch dog ain't no fool
Oh no
Mixing with green eyed thin lipped hard as nails peroxide blonds
Watch dog will get you if you don't watch out
Watch dog sees and watch dog knows
Watch dog keeps us on our toes
Watch dog assures you that the law's the law
No exception to the rule, watch dog ain't no fool
Oh no
Not to mention some types, that you never guess would venture near
I can all depraved and loose and wild, ninety miles from here
And now our own Melvin P Thorp Sangers
Watch dog will get you if you don't watch out
Watch dog sees and watch dog knows
Watch dog keeps us on our toes
Watch dog assures you that the law's the law
No exception to the rule, watch dog ain't no fool
Texas has a whorehouse in it
I'll not let this scandal fade
Watch dog will get you if you don't watch out
Watch dog sees and watch dog knows
Watch dog keeps us on our toes
Watch dog assures you that the law's the law
No exception to the rule, watch dog ain't no fool
Texas has a whorehouse in it
All uprooting , our crusade
I can smell corruption, and I'll fight it to the top
Loveless copulation going on
And it must stop
Watch dog will get you if you don't watch out
Watch dog sees and watch dog knows
Watch dog keeps us on our toes
Watch dog assures you that the law's the law
No exception to the rule, watch dog ain't no fool
Stop this copulation
Stop that copulation
Loveless copulation
Stop that copulation
Texas has a whorehouse in it
Lord have mercy on our souls
Texas has a whorehouse in it
Llord have mercy on our souls
Watch dog smell corruption and will fight it to the top
Loveless copulation going on, going on, going on, going on, going on, going on
Don't touch that dial
This is Melvin P Thorp saying I'll be back, with new and revealing information about this and other cases
Watch dog never sleeps
Watch dog will get you if you don't watch out
Watch dog sees and watch dog knows
Watch dog keeps us on our toes
Watch dog assures you that the law's the law
No exception to the rule, watch dog ain't no fool
And it must stop
Watch dog going to get you
Going to shine his light on you
Watch dog going to get you
Going to shine his light on you
Vrijdag 26 januari 1973
My Sweetie Went Away
My Sweetie Went Away
Composer(s): Roy Turk; Lou Handman
Performer(s): Bessie Smith
and various other artists
I've got a lovesick tale to tell to you
Though it ain't no affair of mine
It's 'bout a gal named Sue and a boy named Lou
They were fighting all the time
Sue came home one afternoon
And found an empty dining room
Without a word her turtledove had flown
She began to moan
My sweetie went away but he didn't say where
He didn't say when, he didn't say why
Oh, bid me goodbye
I'm blue as I can be
I know he loved another one but he didn't say who
He didn't say when, he didn't say what
His mama has got
That took my sweetie from me
I'm like a little lost sheep
And I can't sleep
But I keep trying to forget
My trifling papa has left his mama all alone, I groan
My sweetie went away but he didn't say where
He didn't say when, he didn't say why
I know I'll die
Why don't he hurry home
Vrijdag 26 januari 1973
Greenwood Creek
Greenwood Creek
Composer(s): Tom Johnston
Performer(s): The Doobie Brothers
Smell the fragrance of the old pine tree
See the woman
She's down on her knees
She own some land, and a good crop she seeks
down along the banks of Greenwood Creek
I can hear that south-bound rollin'
carryin' all my hopes away
I'm strapped to my mule at the old country school
When I'm gonna get out, I can't say
Played guitar for ten long years
My only pay was the hound dog's cheers
Someday I'm gonna get me some land
far away in that promised land
I can hear that south-bound rollin'
carryin' all my hopes away
I'm strapped to my mule at the old country school
When I'm gonna get out, I can't say
Played guitar for ten long years
My only pay was the hound dog's cheers
Someday I'm gonna get me some land
far away in that promised land
I can hear that south-bound rollin'
carryin' all my hopes away
I'm strapped to my mule at the old country school
When I'm gonna get out, I can't say
Donderdag 25 januari 1973
Texas Across The River
Texas Across The River
Composer(s): Sammy Cahn - James Van Heusen
Performer(s): The Kingston Trio
Texas across the river
Where my wandrin' days I'll bid goodbye
Just the sound of Texas
Gits me "boom" in the solar plexis
It's enough to make a grown man cry!
Texas across the river
Don't need signs to tell ya where you're at
Ain't a trace of shade there
Seems the only real shade that's made there
Is the shade that's underneath your hat!
Texas across the river
Where your name is Tex or Sam or Slim
I just got to ride there
Gotta git to the other side there
I just hope 'n' pray my horse can swim!
Texas across the river
Where they treat a stranger fair and square
They may rob and loot me
They can stab me or even shoot me
I'll be smilin' if they plant me there!
'Cross the river to Texas
'Cross the river to Texas
And I'll nevermore roam
Makin' Texas my home!
Makin' Texas my home!...
Donderdag 25 januari 1973
My Sweetie
My Sweetie
Composer(s): Irving Berlin
Performer(s): Irving Berlin; Ian Whitcomb
I never felt so happy before
A little rascal knocked at my door
It's Cupid that I'm speaking of
I'm in love
So in love
I must confess that right from the start
I went and lost my heart [Refrain:]
Wait till you see me with my sweetie
Showing her off to the crowd
Looking so dreamy at my sweetie
Feeling so terribly proud
She makes a specialty
Of looking good to me
She ought to be right in Tiffany's window
She's a jewel, I know that you'll agree
Wait till I'm married to my sweetie
How happy I'll be
I've got the bungalow paid for
I've had it 'specially made for
My sweetie
Sweetie, eetie, eetie
My sweetie and me
You've seen an exhibition where they
Charge you a large admission to stay
I mean the paintings that they show
Fine, I know
But don't go
I've got a picture and it's a treat
You needn't buy a seat
Donderdag 25 januari 1973
Green-Eyed Lady
Green-Eyed Lady
Composer(s): Jerry Corbetta; J.C. Phillips; Dave Riordan
Performer(s): Sugarloaf;
and various other artists
Green Eyed Lady, lovely lady
Strolling slowly towards the sun
Green eyed lady ocean lady
Soothing every wave that comes
Green eyed lady, passion's lady
dressed in love she lives for life to be
Green eyed lady feels like I never see
Setting suns and lonely lovers free
Green eyed lady, windswept lady
moves the night the waves the sand
Green eyed lady ocean lady
child of nature, friend of man
Green eyed lady passions lady
dressed in love she lives for life to be
Green eyed lady feels like I never see
Setting sons and lonely lovers free
Woensdag 24 januari 1973
Texas
Texas
Composer(s): Chris Rea
Performer(s): Chris Rea
Catch a sight of long lost summers
Catch a dream inside your hands
Take me where that lady comes from
Take me to that far off distant land
Rain comes pouring past my window
Turns my sky from blue to grey
I ain't never been to Texas
But I sure gonna meet that lady
One fine day
When Texas smiles around my bedroom
Who could ever turn her down
Tears of joy roll down my pillow
While cold north winds are blowing all around me
But I don't care, my dream is westbound
Far across that sky so grey
I ain't never been to Texas
But I sure gonna meet that lady
One fine day
She's my little Texas
My little Texas
Woensdag 24 januari 1973
My Sweet Virginia
My Sweet Virginia
Composer(s): Raymond Klages; Jack Meskill; Vincent Rose
Performer(s): Al Bowlly
My sweet Virginia, I'm sending you a line
To say I'm lonesome as that lonesome pine
My sweet Virginia, give me a word or sign
And take this blue ridge from this heart of mine
Nobody has your sunny personality
Make me the one to share your heart, fatality
Until I win ya, the sun will never shine
My sweet Virginia please say you'll be mine
Woensdag 24 januari 1973
Greenbacks
Greenbacks
Composer(s): Ray Charles; Renald Richard
Performer(s): Ray Charles;
and various other artists
As I was walking down the street last night
A pretty little girl came into sight
I bowed and smiled and asked her name
She said, "Hold it bud, I don't play that game"
I reached in my pocket, and to her big surprise
There was Lincoln staring her dead in the eyes
On a greenback, greenback dollar bill
Just a little piece of paper, coated with chlorophyll
She looked at me with that familiar desire
Her eyes lit up like they were on fire
She said, "My name's Flo, and you're on the right track
But look here, daddy, I wear furs on my back
So if you want to have fun in this man's land
Let Lincoln and Jackson start shaking hands"
On a greenback, greenback dollar bill
Just a little piece of paper, coated with chlorophyll
I didn't know what I was getting into
But I popped Lincoln and Jackson, too
I didn't mind seeing them fade out of sight
I just knew I'd have some fun last night
Whenever you in town and looking for a thrill
If Lincoln can't get it, Jackson sure will
On a greenback, greenback dollar bill
Just a little piece of paper, coated with chlorophyll
We went to a nightspot where the lights were low
Dined and danced, and I was ready to go
I got out of my seat, and when Flo arose
She said, "Hold on daddy, while I powder my nose"
I sat back down with a smiling face
While she went down to the powder place
With my greenback, greenback dollar bill
Just a little piece of paper, coated with chlorophyll
The music stopped and the lights came on
I looked around and saw I was all alone
I didn't know how long Flo had been gone
But a nose powder sure didn't take that long
I left the place with tears in my eyes
As I waved Lincoln and Jackson a last goodbye
On a greenback, greenback dollar bill
Just a little piece of paper, coated with chlorophyll
Dinsdag 23 januari 1973
Tête De Bois
Tête De Bois
Composer(s): Gilbert Bécaud - Pierre Delanoë
First release by: Gilbert Bécaud - 1960
Elle s'habille comme lui
d'un pantalon, d'un blouson
Quand on les rencontre la nuit
on dirait deux garçons
Leur visage paraît masqué
Comment deviner qu'ils s'aiment?
Ils jouent des jeux dangereux
C'est là qu'ils trouvent leur joie
C'est le temps des n'importe quoi
âge tendre et tête de bois
Ils ne se sont jamais dit
le plus petit mot d'amour
Ils se baladent dans la vie
en copains de toujours
Ils pensent que c'est démodé
de se l'avouer qu'ils s'aiment
Ils ont des joues de gamins
mais leur cœur est déjà loin
C'est le temps des n'importe quoi
âge tendre et tête de bois
Ils vont tous les jours, tous les jours au cinéma
quand ils sortent du ciné, ils prennent un Coca Cola
Et comme des habitués ils écoutent la machine qui fait...
Elle s'habille comme lui
d'un pantalon, d'un blouson
Quand on les rencontre la nuit
on dirait deux garçons
Leur visage paraît figé
mais moi, je le sais qu'ils s'aiment
Ils jouent des jeux dangereux
C'est là qu'ils trouvent leur joie
C'est le temps des n'importe quoi
âge tendre et tête de bois
Ils se jettent dans la nuit
en écrasant les chemins
à grands coups de phares et de bruit
la nuit leur appartient
Mais quand ils se retrouvent au jour
la route est toujours la même
C'est parce qu'ils n'ont presque rien
qu'ils voudraient tout à la fois
C'est le temps des n'importe quoi
âge tendre et tête de bois
Dinsdag 23 januari 1973
My Sweet Lord
My Sweet Lord
Composer(s): George Harrison
Originally performed by: Billy Preston
Covered by various other artists
My sweet lord
Hm, my lord
Hm, my lord
I really want to see you
Really want to be with you
Really want to see you lord
But it takes so long, my lord
My sweet lord
Hm, my lord
Hm, my lord
I really want to know you
Really want to go with you
Really want to show you lord
That it won't take long, my lord (hallelujah)
My sweet lord (hallelujah)
Hm, my lord (hallelujah)
My sweet lord (hallelujah)
I really want to see you
Really want to see you
Really want to see you, lord
Really want to see you, lord
But it takes so long, my lord (hallelujah)
My sweet lord (hallelujah)
Hm, my lord (hallelujah)
My, my, my lord (hallelujah)
I really want to know you (hallelujah)
Really want to go with you (hallelujah)
Really want to show you lord (aaah)
That it won't take long, my lord (hallelujah)
Hmm (hallelujah)
My sweet lord (hallelujah)
My, my, lord (hallelujah)
Hm, my lord (hare krishna)
My, my, my lord (hare krishna)
Oh hm, my sweet lord (krishna, krishna)
Oh-uuh-uh (hare hare)
Now, I really want to see you (hare rama)
Really want to be with you (hare rama)
Really want to see you lord (aaah)
But it takes so long, my lord (hallelujah)
Hm, my lord (hallelujah)
My, my, my lord (hare krishna)
My sweet lord (hare krishna)
My sweet lord (krishna krishna)
My lord (hare hare)
Hm, hm (Gurur Brahma)
Hm, hm (Gurur Vishnu)
Hm, hm (Gurur Devo)
Hm, hm (Maheshwara)
My sweet lord (Gurur Sakshaat)
My sweet lord (Parabrahma)
My, my, my lord (Tasmayi Shree)
My, my, my, my lord (Guruve Namah)
My sweet lord (Hare Rama)
(hare krishna)
My sweet lord (hare krishna)
My sweet lord (krishna krishna)
My lord (hare hare)
Dinsdag 23 januari 1973
Greenback Dollar
Greenback Dollar
Composer(s): Hoyt Axton; Ken Ramsey
Performer(s): The Kingston Trio;
and various other artists
Some people say I'm a no-'count
Others say I'm no good
But I'm just a natural-born travelin' man
Doin' what I think I should, oh yeah
Doin' what I think I should
Refrain:
And I don't give a damn about a greenback-a dollar
Spend it fast as I can
For a wailin' song and a good guitar
The only things that I understand, poor boy
The only things that I understand
When I was a little baby
My mama said "Hey son,"
"Travel where you will and grow to be a man
and sing what must be sung, poor boy"
Sing what must be sung
Refrain
Now that I'm a grown man
I've traveled here and there
I've learned that a bottle of brandy and a song
The only ones who ever care, poor boy
The only ones who ever care
Refrain
Some people say I'm a no-'count
Others say I'm no good
But I'm just a natural-born travelin' man
Doin' what I think I should, oh yeah
Doin' what I think I should
Refrain:
And I don't give a damn about a greenback-a dollar
Spend it fast as I can
For a wailin' song and a good guitar
The only things that I understand, poor boy
The only things that I understand
The only things that I understand, poor boy
The only things that I understand
Maandag 22 januari 1973
Testamento
Testamento
Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Como la muerte anda en secreto
y no se sabe qué mañana
yo voy a hacer mi testamento
a repartir lo que me falta
pues lo que tuve ya está hecho
ya está abrigado, ya está en casa
Yo voy a hacer mi testamento
para cerrar cuentas soñadas
Le debo una canción a la sonrisa
a la sonrisa de manantial, esa que salta
le debo una canción a toda prisa
para que quede que estuvo cerca, agazapada
Le debo una canción a lo que supe
a lo que supe y no pudo ser más que silencio
le debo una canción, una que ocupe
la cantidad de mordazamor de un juramento
Les debo una canción a los pecados
a los pecados que no gasté, los que no pude
les debo una canción, no como hermano
sólo de sal que el delectador también alude
Le debo una canción a la mentira
a la mentira pequeña, frágil, casi salva
le debo una canción endurecida
una canción asesina, bruta, sanguinaria
Le debo una canción al oportuno
al oportuno mutilador de cuanta ala
le debo una canción de tono oscuro
que lo encadene a vagar su eterna madrugada
Le debo una canción a las fronteras
a las fronteras humanas, no a las del misterio
les debo una canción tan poco nueva
como la voz más elemental de los colegios
Le debo una canción a una bala
a un proyectil que debió esperarme en una selva
le debo una canción desesperada
desesperada por no poder llegar a verla
Le debo una canción al compañero
al compañero de riesgos, al de la victoria
le debo una canción de canto nuevo
una bandera común que vuele con la historia
Le debo una canción, una, a la muerte
una a la muerte voraz que se comerá tanto
le debo una canción en que hunda el diente
y luego esparza con la explosión fuegos del canto
Le debo una canción a lo imposible
a la mujer, a la estrella, al sueño que nos lanza
le debo una canción indescriptible
como una vela inflamada en vientos de esperanza
Maandag 22 januari 1973
My Sweet Lady
My Sweet Lady
Composer(s): John Denver
Performer(s): John Denver
and various other artists
Lady, are you crying, do the tears belong to me
Did you think our time together was all gone
Lady, you've been dreaming, I'm as close as I can be
And I swear to you our time has just begun
Close your eyes and rest your weary mind
I promise I will stay right here beside you
Today our lives were joined, became entwined
I wish that you could know how much I love you
Lady, are you happy, do you feel the way I do
Are there meanings that you've never seen before
Lady, my sweet lady, I just can't believe it's true
And it's like I've never, ever loved before
Lady, are you crying, do the tears belong to me
Did you think our time together was all gone
Lady, my sweet lady, I'm as close as I can be
And I swear to you our time has just begun
Maandag 22 januari 1973
Green Green Grass Of Home
Green Green Grass Of Home
Composer(s): Curly Putman - Sheb Wooley
First release by: Tom Jones - 1965
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1966 - L'erba Verde Di Casa Mia (by Leonardo)
1967 - Le Toit De Ma Maison (by Nana Mouskouri)
1967 - Les Grilles De Ma Maison (by Dalida)
1967 - At Se Sin Barndomsby På Ny (by Gustav Winckler)
The old home town looks the same
As I step down from the train
And there to meet me is my mama and papa
Down the road I look and there runs Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
Yes, they'll all be there to meet me
All creatures smiling sweetly
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
The old house is still standing
Though the paint is cracked and dry
And there's an old oak tree that I used to play on
Down the lane I'll walk with my sweet Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
Then I awake and look around me
Cold gray walls surround me
And I realize that I was only dreamin'
There's a guard and there's a sad old padre
Arm and arm we'll walk at daybreak
Again I'll touch the green, green grass of home
Yes, they'll all be there to meet me
In the shadow of that old oak tree
As they lay me beneath the green, green grass of home
Zondag 21 januari 1973
Testament
Testament
Performer(s): Boudewijn de Groot
Na 22 jaren in dit leven
Maak ik het testament op van mijn jeugd
Niet dat ik geld of goed heb weg te geven
Voor slimme jongen heb ik nooit gedeugd
Maar ik heb nog wel wat mooie idealen
Goed van snit hoewel ze uit de mode zijn
Wie ze hebben wil die mag ze komen halen
Vooral jonge mensen vinden ze nog fijn
Aan mijn broertje dat zo graag wil gaan studeren
Laat ik met plezier 't adres na van mijn kroeg
Waar 'k teveel dronk om een vrouw te imponeren
En daarna de klappen kreeg waarom ik vroeg
En dan heb ik nog een stuk of wat vriendinnen
Die wel-opgevoed en zeer verstandig zijn
En waarmee je dus geen donder kunt beginnen
Maar misschien krijgt iemand anders ze wel klein
Voor mijn neefje zijn mijn onvervulde wensen
Wel wat kinderlijk maar ach ze zijn zo diep
Ik behoorde immer tot die groep van mensen
Voor wie 't geluk toch altijd harder liep
Aan mijn vrienden laat ik gaarne het vermogen
Om verliefd te worden op een meisjeslach
Zelf ben ik helaas een keer teveel bedrogen
Maar wie het eens proberen wil die mag
M'n vriendinnetje ik laat jou alle nachten
Dat ik tranen om jouw ontrouw heb gestort
Maar onthoudt dit wel ik zal geduldig wachten
Tot ik lach omdat jij ook belazerd wordt
En de leraar die mij altijd placht te dreigen
Jongen jij komt nog op het verkeerde pad
Kan tevreden zijn en hoeft niets meer te krijgen
Dat wil zeggen hij heeft toch gelijk gehad
Voor mijn ouders is het album met de plaatjes
Die zo vals getuigen van een blijde jeugd
Maar ze tonen niet de zouteloze praatjes
Die een kind opvoeden in eer en deugd
En verder krijgen z'alle dwaze dingen
Terug die ze mij teveel geleerd hebben die tijd
Ze kunnen mij tenslotte ook niet dwingen
Groot te worden zonder diep berouw en spijt
En dan heb ik ook nog enkele goede vrienden
Maar die hebben al genoeg van mij gehad
Dus ik gun ze nu het loon dat ze verdienden
Alle drank die ze van mij hebben gejat
Verder niets er zijn alleen nog een paar dingen
Die ik houd omdat geen mens er iets aan heeft
Dat zijn mijn goede jeugdherinneringen
Die neem je mee zolang je verder leeft
Zondag 21 januari 1973
My Sweet Egyptian Rose
