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Vrijdag 30 november 1973

The Caissons Go Rolling Along

The Caissons Go Rolling Along
Composer(s): Major Edmund L. Gruber
Performer(s): Bob Crosby & His Orch.
and multiple other artists

Over hill, over dale
As we hit the dusty trail
And the Caissons go rolling along
In and out, hear them shout
Counter march and right about
And the Caissons go rolling along

Then it's hi! hi! hee!
In the field artillery
Shout out your numbers loud and strong
For where e'er you go
You will always know
That the Caissons go rolling along

In the storm, in the night
Action left or action right
See those Caissons go rolling along

Limber front, limber rear
Prepare to mount your cannoneer
And those Caissons go rolling along

Then it's hi! hi! hee!
In the field artillery
Shout out your numbers loud and strong
For where e'er you go
You will always know
That the Caissons go rolling along

Was it high, was it low
Where the hell did that one go?
As those Caissons go rolling along
Was it left, was it right
Now we won't get home tonight
And those Caissons go rolling along

Then it's hi! hi! hee!
In the field artillery
Shout out your numbers loud and strong
For where e'er you go
You will always know
That the Caissons go rolling along
That the Caissons go rolling along
That the Caissons go rolling along

Eng. Songs

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Vrijdag 30 november 1973

Can't We Be Friends?

Can’t We Be Friends? Composer(s): Paul James - Kay Swift Performer(s): Mildred Bailey & Ellis Larkin Trio and multiple other artists

I thought I’d found the man of my dreams
Now it seems this is how the story ends
He’s gonna turn me down and say
Can’t we be friends?

I thought for once it couldn’t go wrong
Not for long, I can see the way this ends
He’s gonna turn me down and say
Can’t we be friends?

Never again, through with love, through with men
They play the game without shame, and who’s to blame?

I thought I’d found a man I could trust
What a bust, this is how the story ends
He’s gonna turn me down and say
Can’t we be friends?

Why should I care?
Though he gave me the air
Why should I cry, heave a sigh and wonder why?

I should have seen the signal to stop
What a flop, this is how the story ends
I’ll let him turn me down and say
Can’t we be friends?

Eng. Songs

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Vrijdag 30 november 1973

Fils De ...

Fils De ...
Composer(s): Jacques Brel; Gérard Jouannest
Performer(s): Jacques Brel

Fils de bourgeois
Ou fils d'apôtres
Tous les enfants
Sont comme les vôtres
Fils de César
Ou fils de rien
Tous les enfants
Sont comme le tien
Le même sourire
Les mêmes larmes
Les mêmes alarmes
Les mêmes soupirs
Fils de César
Ou fils de rien
Tous les enfants
Sont comme le tien
Ce n'est qu'après
Longtemps après

Mais fils de sultan
Fils de fakir
Tous les enfants
Ont un empire
Sous voutes d'or
Sous toits de chaumes
Tous les enfants
Ont un royaume
Un coin de vague
Une fleur qui tremble
Un oiseau mort
Qui leur ressemble
Fils de sultan
Fils de fakir
Tous les enfants
Ont un empire
Ce n'est qu'après
Longtemps après

Mais fils de bon fils
Ou fils d'étranger
Tous les enfants
Sont des sorciers
Fils de l'amour
Fils d'amourettes
Tous les enfants
Sont des poètes
Ils sont bergers
Ils sont rois mages
Font des nuages
Pour mieux voler
Mais fils de bon fils
Ou fils d'étranger
Tous les enfants
Sont des sorciers
Ce n'est qu'après
Longtemps après

Mais fils de bourgeois
Ou fils d'apôtres
Tous les enfants
Sont comme les vôtres
Fils de César
Ou fils de rien
Tous les enfants
Sont comme le tien
Le même sourire
Les mêmes larmes
Les mêmes alarmes
Les mêmes soupirs
Fils de César
Ou fils de rien
Tous les enfants
Sont comme le tien

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Donderdag 29 november 1973

The Buzzard Was Their Friend

The Buzzard Was Their Friend
Composer(s): Dan Hicks
Performer(s): Dan Hicks & His Hot Licks

A black-headed buzzard led the others on
he knew he couldn't get nothin' by stayin at home
black headed and looking slick flying right along

and where did he take them? the buzzard was their friend
he took 'em all down and bought 'em a bowl of whats-is-name
they were gettin' fat jus' goin' to bat on the bowls of it

he blew a whistle, blew it just once
and they were in the air and looking 'round
the wind was gustin' thirty
they were gettin awful dirty but they didnt mind

when that bacon fries I want you gone
a little bit a travlin' never done no wrong whoa-oh
look in the sky see those buzzards how they fly
black headed and looking slick flying right along

Lickettes!

the bacon grease dont matter none let it slip and slide and run
it aint no lie, look in the sky see how they fly
black headed and looking slick flying right along

and when it fry, fry a lot you mize well cook up all you got
hey hey put it your day see those buzzards on their way
black headed and looking slick flying right along
black headed and looking slick flying right along

and where did he take them? the buzzard was their friend
he took 'em all down and bought 'em a bowl of whats-is-name
they were gettin' fat jus' goin' to bat on the bowls of it

and when it fry, fry a lot you might as well cook up all you got
hey hey put it your day see those buzzards on their way
black headed and looking slick flying right along
black headed and looking slick flying right along

Eng. Songs

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Donderdag 29 november 1973

Can't Wait All Night

Can't Wait All Night Composer(s): Bryan Adams - Jim Vallance Performer(s): Elkie Brooks; Juice Newton

I've got a secret in my heart
I've been holdin' for some time
But if I let the fire start
Would it be outta line

Now there's nothin' left to say
I just wanna make you mine
Don't let a good thing get away
Come on and make up your mind
Ya - show me a sign baby

Can't wait all night
Can't wait all day
When you gonna send a little lovin' my way

Now the feelin's right
I just wanna say
When you gonna send a little lovin' my way

Lovers come and lovers go
This time I know that it's for real
Why would you wanna be alone
When you could be with me
Ya - you coulda been with me

Eng. Songs

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Donderdag 29 november 1973

Fille Sauvage

Fille Sauvage
Composer(s): Yves Dessca; D. Shirak
Performer(s): Claude François

Tu as déjà tracé le dessin de ta route
Pour après
Qu'on veuille te garder
C'est ce que tu redoutes
Je le sais
Tu es à moi ce soir mais dès que le soleil
Se lèvera
Quand je serais tomber dans un profond sommeil
Tu partiras

Fille, fille sauvage
Fille mirage
Fille d'un jour
Fille, fille sauvage
Fille mirage
Fille d'amour

Aimer sans le chercher selon la providence
Et adieu
Comment te retenir, comment faire si tu penses
Que c'est mieux
Tu dis que ta jeunesse est un trop beau trésor
Pour la laisser
Tout entière à mon cœur, tout entière à mon corps
Abandonner

Fille, fille sauvage
Fille mirage
Fille d'un jour
Fille, fille sauvage
Fille mirage
Fille d'amour

Tout au long d'une nuit tu laisses sur ta peau
Mes mains dansées
Mais elles cherchent à te prendre et voilà que l'oiseau
S'est envolé

Fille, fille sauvage
Fille mirage
Fille d'un jour
Fille, fille sauvage
Fille mirage
Fille d'amour

Fille, fille sauvage
Fille mirage
Fille d'un jour
Fille, fille sauvage
Fille mirage
Fille d'amour

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Woensdag 28 november 1973

Butcher's Tale (Western Front 1914)

Butcher's Tale (Western Front 1914)
Composer(s): Chris White
First release by: The Zombies - 1968
Covered by multiple other artists

A butcher yes that was my trade
But the king's shilling is now my fee
A butcher I may as well have stayed
For the slaughter that I see

And the preacher in his pulpit
Sermon: "Go and fight, do what is right"
But he don't have to hear these guns
And I'll bet he sleeps at night

And I
And I can't stop shaking
My hands won't stop shaking
My arms won't stop shaking
My mind won't stop shaking
I want to go home
Please let me go home
Go home

And I have seen a friend of mine
Hang on the wire
Like some rag toy
Then in the heat the flies come down
And cover up the boy
And the flies come down in
Gommecourt, Thiepval
Mametz Wood, and French Verdun
If the preacher he could see those flies
Wouldn't preach for the sound of guns

And I
And I can't stop shaking
My hands won't stop shaking
My arms won't stop shaking
My mind won't stop shaking
I want to go home
Please let me go home
Go home

Eng. Songs

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Woensdag 28 november 1973

Can't Teach An Old Dog New Tricks

Can't Teach An Old Dog New Tricks Composer(s): Laurie C. Anderson - Gary "U.S." Bonds Performer(s): Gary U.S. Bonds; Bruce Springsteen; Southside Johnny

Come on! You gotta get up pretty early in the morning, babe If you think you can just up and out-slick me 'Cause I've been fooled by the best BS-ed by the rest I've tried everything there is in life from A to Z I've dined with friends in high places Slept with girls of all races Got down with the brothers in the bowery And they all taught me one thing There's no such thing as a sure thing Life as we know it has no guarantees I've been in the battles Taken my licks Had lots of parties Had all the kicks I'm not often well But, I ain't never been sick Oh, can't teach an old dog new tricks Can't teach an old dog new tricks Come on! People talk and make promises 'bout this and that But action's the only thing that excites me All those promises they're making I'd be crazy if I take 'em I'd keep them stored up in my memory I'm just living in a world where society And what people say and do No longer interests me I'm just living out my days Set in my ways Living for my friends and my family Well, I've lived in the city I ain't what you call slick Grew up in the country But don't call me no hick I've been through the thin, I've been through the thick So you can't teach an old dog new tricks Can't teach an old dog new tricks Come on! Well, I've been in the battles Taken my licks Had lots of parties Had all the kicks I'm not often well But I ain't never been sick So, you can't teach an old dog new tricks Can't teach an old dog new tricks Seems like everybody knows how things should be Yeah, they've all got their stories they can't wait to tell I've got my own way of being who I wanna be I can't live my life for no one else I keep my mind wide open To what you gotta say Lord, I ain't always right But I know when you're wrong 'Cause I've been doing it too doggone long You can sing it if you wanna But it's still my doggone song You can't teach an old dog new tricks Can't teach an old dog new tricks Can't teach an old dog new tricks Can't teach an old dog new tricks (Oh, no, no, no) Can't teach an old dog new tricks (You just can't do it now) Can't teach an old dog new tricks (No, you can't do it) Can't teach an old dog new tricks (You just can't do it now) (No, no you) Can't teach a Can't teach a No, you can't teach a Can't teach a (Whoah, whoah, whoah) Can't teach a Can't teach a (No, no, no) (Come on, Bondsie!) Oh you can't teach an old dog new tricks Can't teach an old dog new tricks Can't teach an ...

Eng. Songs

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Woensdag 28 november 1973

Fille Du Feu

Fille Du Feu
Composer(s): Thierry Séchan; Julien Clerc
Performer(s): Julien Clerc

Elle a des yeux comme une ville en flammes
La voix des violons de Bohême
Ses cheveux d'algues et de fleurs qui se fanent
Inondent son châle de laine

Elle vient d'un monde nomade et son âme
Chemine sur les grandes plaines
Je voudrais tant suivre sa caravane
Courir dans le sang de ses veines

Fille du feu, ma tzigane
Noire sur le fond bleu des gitanes
Oh, fille du feu, ma tzigane

Les soirs d'été, quand les bûchers s'enflamment
Du côté des Saintes-Maries
Des mains d'argent qui nous viennent d'Espagne
Font danser la mer et la nuit

Les bras tendus vers les pâles étoiles
Elle chante sur le sable gris
Le vent marin qui soulève ses voiles
Emporte sa plainte et ses cris

Elle est d'un peuple qu'on chasse ou qu'on parque
Dans des terrains vagues ou des camps
Il n'est pas bon de voyager sans carte
Sur les grandes ailes du vent

Fille du feu, ma tzigane
Noire sur le fond bleu des gitanes
Oh, fille du feu, ma tzigane

Elle a des yeux comme une ville en flammes
La voix du cristal de Bohême

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Dinsdag 27 november 1973

Burden Of Freedom

Burden Of Freedom
Composer(s): Kris Kristofferson
First release by: Kris Kristofferson - 1972

I stand on the stairway, my back to the dungeon
The doorway to freedom, so close to my hand
Voices behind me, they bitterly damn me
For seeking salvation they don't understand

Lord, help me to shoulder the burdon of freedom
And give me the courage to be what I can
And when I am wounded by those who condemn me
Lord, help me forgive them
They don't understand

Their lonely frustrations descending to laughter
Erases the footprints I leave in the sand
For I'm free to travel where they cannot follow
In search of the kingdom they don't understand

Lord, help me to shoulder the burdon of freedom
And give me the courage to be what I can
And when I have wounded the last one who loved me
Lord, help her forgive me
I don't understand

Eng. Songs

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Dinsdag 27 november 1973

Une Poussière Dans Le Coeur

Une Poussière Dans Le Coeur ((aka Je Suis À Toi (Sandra Kim) - 1993)) ((Adapted from: Can't Take My Eyes Off You (Frankie Valli) - 1967)) Composer(s): Robert Crewe Jr. - Robert Gaudio - Michel Rivgauche Performer(s): Line Renaud - 1969
Versions In Other Languages: 1967 - Preciso Olhar Pra Você (Jean Carlo) 1968 - Per Ricominciare (Mina)

Chaque fois que tu rentres tard
Quand tu viens me dire bonsoir
Je meurs d'envie de savoir
Pourquoi tu rentres si tard
Mais toi tu me prends la main
Tu parles de tout et de rien
Et devant tes yeux rieurs
J'ai une poussière dans le cœur

Tu ouvres alors tes tiroirs
Et je mordille mon mouchoir
Oh je voudrais tant savoir
Pourquoi tu rentres si tard
J'ai les yeux un peu rougis
Mais tu vois, je te souris
Non ne crois pas que j'ai peur
J'ai une poussière dans le cœur

Délivre-moi, dis de ce qui n'est pas toi
Ma tête éclate à ne penser qu'à ça
Arrache-moi, dis cette poussière dans le cœur
Délivre-moi, dis, de ce flot de pensée
Oh ça me ronge, et je veux oublier
Oh mon amour, emporte-moi avec toi

Mais le sommeil nous sépare
Et je repose dans le noir
Je voudrais tellement savoir
Pourquoi tu rentres si tard
A quoi rêves-tu déjà
A qui rêves-tu dis moi
Oh ce n'est pas que j'ai peur
J'ai une poussière dans le cœur

Délivre-moi, car je ne peux plus penser
Moi je suis bien, bien, oh si bien dans tes bras
Enlève-moi, dis, cette poussière dans le cœur (ad lib…)

Franse Songs

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Dinsdag 27 november 1973

Fille De La Nuit

Fille De La Nuit
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday

Quand je suis arrivé dans ta ville
Je n'ai vu que toi dans la nuit noire
Et j'ai senti dans mon bas ventre
Comme une flamme
Une flamme qui m'a brûlé toute la nuit

Je te veux
Je te veux
Fille de la nuit

Je te veux
Je te veux
Fille de la nuit

Je t'ai cherché dans toute la ville
Cherchant ton visage dans le noir
Et j'avais dans la gorge
Serré comme une boule
Une boule qui m'empêchait même de boire

Je te veux
Je te veux
Fille de la nuit

Je te veux
Je te veux
Fille de la nuit

Oh ! J'échangerais toutes les filles
Pour te revoir
Je veux t'avoir

Je t'ai trouvé enfin dans la ville
Longue et blonde et nue
Sur ton lit noir
Et je t'ai déchiré
Comme une fleur fragile
Je t'ai eu et c'est ma plus belle victoire

Je t'ai eu
Je t'ai eu
Fille de la nuit

Je t'ai eu
Je t'ai eu
Fille de la nuit

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Maandag 26 november 1973

The Bunny Hop

The Bunny Hop
Composer(s): Ray Anthony - Leonard Auletti
Performer(s): Ray Anthony
and multiple other artists

The moves: Right, right
Left, left
Up
Back
Hop, hop, hop
Hop, hop, hop

Put your right foot forward
Put your left foot out
Do the Bunny Hop
Hop, hop, hop!

Dance this new creation
It's the new sensation
Do the Bunny Hop
Hop, hop, hop!

Let's all join in the fun
Father, mother, son
Do the Bunny Hop
Hop, hop, hop!

Knock knock
Who's there?
Ammonia
Ammonia trying to be funny!

Eng. Songs

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Maandag 26 november 1973

Can't Take My Eyes Off You

Can't Take My Eyes Off You
Composer(s): Robert Crewe Jr. - Robert Gaudio
First release by: Frankie Valli - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1967 - Preciso Olhar Pra Você (Jean Carlo)
1968 - Per Ricominciare (Mina)
1969 - Une Poussière Dans Le Coeur (Line Renaud)
1993 - Je Suis À Toi (Sandra Kim)

You're just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes off you
You'd be like heaven to touch
I want to hold you so much
At long last love has arrived
And I thank God I'm alive
You're just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes off you

Pardon the way that I stare
There's nothing else to compare
The sight of you leaves me weak
There are no words left to speak
But if you feel like I feel
Please let me know that it's real
You're just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes off you

I love you baby, and if it's quite all right
I need you baby to warm the lonely night
I love you baby
Trust in me when I say
Oh pretty baby, don't bring me down, I pray
Oh pretty baby, now that I found you
Stay

And let me love you, baby
Let me love you ...

I love you baby, and if it's quite alright
I need you baby to warm the lonely night
I love you baby
Trust in me when I say
Oh pretty baby, don't bring me down, I pray
Oh pretty baby, now that I found you
Stay

Oh pretty baby
Trust in me when I say: Oh pretty baby ...

Eng. Songs

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Maandag 26 november 1973

Fille D'Aujourd'hui

Fille D'Aujourd'hui
Performer(s): Guy Béart

Tout s'est passé trop tôt et trop vite
J'étais jolie et j'étais petite
j'ai couru trop tôt et mon corps n'était pas prêt
Je ne pouvais plus arrêter après {2x}

Où vas-tu fille, fille d'aujourd'hui?
Où t'en vas-tu?
Vers quel vertige d'éclair et de bruit?
Je suis fille d'aujourd'hui
tout va vite et moi, je suis

J'ai pris la mer trop tôt et trop vite
Un homme vient, un homme vous quitte
L'un, c'est le vautour, l'autre le chardonneret
Qui peut le savoir? On apprend après {2x}

Où vas-tu fille, fille d'aujourd'hui?
Où t'en vas-tu?
Vers quel vertige d'éclair et de bruit?
Je suis fille d'aujourd'hui
tout va vite et moi, je suis

J'ai tout dansé trop tôt et trop vite
les rythmes doux, les rythmes de fuite
J'ai voulu ensemble et la joie et le regret
On ne peut plus les séparer après {2x}
Tout s'est cueilli trop tôt et trop vite
on s'est aimé à la marguerite
Un peu et beaucoup se poursuivent sans arrêt
à la folie et pas du tout après {2x}

Où vas-tu fille, fille d'aujourd'hui?
Où t'en vas-tu?
Vers quel vertige de brume et de bruit?
Je suis fille d'aujourd'hui
tout va vite et moi, je suis

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Zondag 25 november 1973

The Bullfighter Was A Lady

The Bullfighter Was A Lady
Composer(s): Sid Tepper - Roy C. Bennett
Performer(s): Elvis Presley

Pedro the bull was a killer
King of the bullfight arena
He'd wipe up the floor with each brave matador
And have matador stew for his dinner

He heard the crowd shouting "Olé"
But he met his master that day

The bullfighter was a lady
And it was true love at first sight
Her red cape was waving but Pedro was shaving
He wanted to date her that night

Olé

Pedro the bull he was smitten
First time the love bug had bitten
He once was a mad bull, a wild and a bad bull
But now he was mild as a kitten

The people were starting to hiss
But Pedro just wanted to kiss

The bullfighter was a lady
And Pedro he liked what he saw
He floated on air with a rose in his hair
As he waltzed with that sweet matador

His fate was a bad one, his tale is a sad one
It's hanging right over her door

Olé!

Eng. Songs

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Zondag 25 november 1973

Blind Love

Blind Love
Composer(s): B.B. King; Riley King; Jules Taub
Originally performed by: B.B. King
Covered by various other artists

There ain't nobody gonna do my baby wrong
There ain't nobody gonna do my baby wrong
I still love her even though she's gone
I know my baby's been out on the street
I know my baby's been out on the street
She got a story to tell for every man she meets

Chorus
Blind love, blind love
It oughta be a crime
To love you the way I do
My best friend knows
But he don't want to say
My best friend knows
But he don't want to say
Ya know it hurts him so bad
To see you doin' me this way
I see my baby and I just raise my hand
I see my baby and I just raise my hand
You know it hurts down in my heart
To see her with another man

Chorus

Eng. Songs B.B. King

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Zondag 25 november 1973

Fill Your Heart

Fill Your Heart
Composer(s): Biff Rose; Paul Williams
Performer(s): Tiny Tim;
and various other artists

And now my dear friends
I’d like to dedicate this song to all of you out there
Wherever you may be...
North, south, east or west, to everyone all over the world
This song is for you!

Fill your heart with love today, don’t play the game of time
Things that happened in the past, happened in your mind
In your mind, only in your mind, in your mind
Forget your mind and you’ll be free

Happiness is happening, the dragons have been bled
Loveliness is everywhere, fear’s just in your head
Forget your head and you’ll be free

The writings on the wall, free
And you can know it all, know it all if you choose
Remember, lovers never lose
They are free of thoughts un-pure, and of thoughts unkind
Gentleness can clear the head, love can clean the mind and make it free

(Oh, I love this!)

The writings on the wall, and you can know it all
Know it all if you choose, remember lovers never lose
They are free!
Free! Free! Free! Free!

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Zaterdag 24 november 1973

The Bug Song

The Bug Song
Performer(s): Stompin' Tom Connors

Now when the good ol' holidays roll around
I'm the kind of a guy that likes to be found
Just takin it easy and layin around, doin nothin'

But I take my chair and sit on the lawn
And just when all my cares are gone
About a million bugs start carryin on, and I'm cussin'

Some caterpillar from up some tree
Decides as far as he can see
There's nothin to do but to fall on me, the damn worm

And a dirty ole fly just makin it clear
That he ain't had a bath for over a year
So he's takin one now in my glass of beer to lose germs

Bugs Bugs Bugs, if I had them all in jugs
I'd dig dig dig, till a big big hole was dug dug dug dug
And that would be the end of the bug song

Well I try to sleep when I get the chance
But you just can't trust them cursed ants
They're never satisfied till they're in your pants and you're crawlin'

With a spider web right across the face
I'm lookin' around for a better place
Till a couple of hornets take up the chase and I'm howlin'

Well I head for the house and I hold my breath
Till I find some stuff in the medicine chest
For the welts I got on the spot you guessed, where I'm sittin'

And the wife gets mad 'cause I forgot
To get stuff for the fleas our kitten caught
Off some old dog on the neighbours lot, and she's rippin'

Bugs Bugs Bugs, if I had them all in jugs
I'd dig dig dig, till a big big hole was dug dug dug dug
And that would be the end of the bug song

Well I chased that moth from the middle drawer
That chewed the clothes I useta wore
And I jammed my thumb on the bedroom door tryin to catch 'im

And I'm sure the mosquitoes all know their skill
'Cause one pryed up my windowsill
And he limped through the air with a broken drill, and I'm scratchin'

You might think I'm a little bit rough
'Cause I don't take to that nature stuff
But I think I've just about had enough of them bugs

Now your backyard might be okay,
But I'm goin down to buy some spray
'Cause my little place is walkin away with them bugs

Bugs Bugs Bugs, if I had them all in jugs
I'd dig dig dig, till a big big hole was dug dug dug dug
And that would be the end of the bug song
That would be the end of the bug song
I'm gonna dig dig dig, dig dig dig dig dig dig...

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Zaterdag 24 november 1973

Can't Stop The Music

Can't Stop The Music Composer(s): Henri Belolo - Phil Hurtt - Jacques Morali - Victor Whitehead Performer(s): The Village People

Everyone you meet the children in the street are swaying To the rhythm there's something moving in them There's no place to hide So why even try Can't you hear it coming you way it's here to stay Music in our walk Music when we talk It's really something magic to lose it would be tragic Can't you feel the sound Moving through the ground music makes the world go around You can't stop the music nobody can stop the music Take the cold from the snow tell the trees "don't grow" Tell the wind "don't blow" 'cause it's easier no! You can't stop the music nobody can stop the music Take the spark from love make the rain fall up 'Cause that's easier to do Moving with the wind Since the world began the beat is gona get cha' The beat is gonna get cha' Music for the blues For young dancing shoes There's music in the way that we kiss You can't resist moving through the trees Buzzing with the bees The sound is getting louder the sound is getting louder Music when we play when we kneel to pray There's music in the sound of the wind You can't stop the music Nobody can stop the music Take the heat from flame Try not feeling pain Though you try in vain It's much easier no! You can't stop the music Nobody can stop the music Change the master plan Take the hope from man 'Cause that's easier to do On the radio on every TV show For each and every reason In each and every season Music when we love for the moon above Music for the show of life that never ends Music on a plane music on a train Sailing on the ocean music in the motion Music in your car at your local bar There's music when you look at a star You can stop the music nobody can stop the music Keep two lovers apart mend a broken heart Catch a falling star that's much easier to do No! You can stop the music Nobody can stop the music Tell the sun "Don't shine" Stop old father time 'Cause that's easier to do You can stop the music nobody can stop the music Take the cold from the snow ...

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