Maandag 2 februari 1976
The Right To Love
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The Right To Love
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Maandag 2 februari 1976
Clean-Cut Kid
Clean-Cut Kid
Composer(s): Bob Dylan
Performer(s): Bob Dylan; Carla Olson
Everybody wants to know why he couldn't adjust
Adjust to what, a dream that bust?
He was a clean-cut kid
But they made a killer out of him
That's what they did
They said what's up is down, they said what isn't is
They put ideas in his head he thought were his
He was a clean-cut kid
But they made a killer out of him
That's what they did
He was on the baseball team, he was in the marching band
When he was ten years old he had a watermelon stand
He was a clean-cut kid
But they made a killer out of him
That's what they did
He went to church on Sunday, he was a Boy Scout
For his friends he would turn his pockets inside out
He was a clean-cut kid
But they made a killer out of him
That's what they did
They said, "Listen boy, you're just a pup"
They sent him to a napalm health spa to shape up
They gave him dope to smoke, drinks and pills
A jeep to drive, blood to spill
They said "Congratulations, you got what it takes"
They sent him back into the rat race without any brakes
He was a clean-cut kid
But they made a killer out of him
That's what they did
He bought the American dream but it put him in debt
The only game he could play was Russian roulette
He drank Coca-Cola, he was eating Wonder Bread
Ate Burger Kings, he was well fed
He went to Hollywood to see Peter O'Toole
He stole a Rolls Royce and drove it in a swimming pool
They took a clean-cut kid
And they made a killer out of him
That's what they did
He could've sold insurance, owned a restaurant or bar
Could've been an accountant or a tennis star
He was wearing boxing gloves, took a dive one day
Off the Golden Gate Bridge into China Bay
His mama walks the floor, his daddy weeps and moans
They gotta sleep together in a home they don't own
They took a clean-cut kid
And they made a killer out of him
That's what they did
Well, everybody's asking why he couldn't adjust
All he ever wanted was somebody to trust
They took his head and turned it inside out
He never did know what it was all about
He had a steady job, he joined the choir
He never did plan to walk the high wire
They took a clean-cut kid
And they made a killer out of him
That's what they did
Maandag 2 februari 1976
Clean Up Woman
Clean Up Woman
Composer(s): Willie Clarke - Clarence Reid
First release by: Betty Wright - 1971
Covered by multiple other artists
A clean up woman
Is a woman who
Gets all the love we girls leave behind
The reason I know
So much about her
Is because she picked up a man of mine
Chumpin' Slick
Was my ruin
'Cause I found out all I was doin'
Was makin' it easy
For the clean up woman
To get my man's love, oh, yeah
Just makin' it easy
For the clean up woman
To get my baby's love, uh-huh
Mmm-hmm
I took this man's love and put it on a shelf
And like a fool, I thought I had him all to myself
When he needed love, I was out havin' fun
But I found out all I had done
Was made it easy
For the clean up woman
To get my man's love, uh-huh
Yeah, that's what I did
I made it easy
For the clean up woman
To steal my baby's love, oh, yeah
The clean up woman
Will wipe his blues away
She'll give him penny lovin'
24 hours a day
The clean up woman
She'll sweep him off his feet
She's the one
To take him in when you dump him in the street
So take a tip
You better get hip
To the clean up woman
'Cause she's tough
I mean she really cleans up
Maandag 2 februari 1976
Respectable
Respectable
Composer(s): O'Kelly Isley;
Ronald Isley; Rudolph Isley
Performer(s): The Outsiders;
and various other artists
What kind of girl is this?
She's never ever been kissed
Rubbidy rub dub dub
She's never ever been in love
She's never been in the moonlight
Watchin' the stars above
What kind of girl is this?
She's never been out on a date
What kind of girl is this?
She's never ever come home late
But I begged her on my knees to please go out with me
And she did
Did ya love her? (No, no, no, no!)
Did ya hug her? (No, no no no no!)
Did ya kiss her? (No, no, no, no!)
Did ya squeeze her? (No, no no no no!)
What kind of girl is this?
She's never ever been kissed
What kind of girl is this?
Let me tell you
She's the kind you can't resist
But I love her, can't you see?
She's the kind of girl for me
She's so respectable! (repeat)
Zondag 1 februari 1976
The Right Thing To Do
The Right Thing To Do
Composer(s): Carly Simon
Performer(s): Carly Simon
There's nothin' you can do to turn me away
Nothin' anyone can say
You're with me now and as long as you stay
Lovin you's the right thing to do
Lovin you's the right thing
I know you've had some bad luck with ladies before
They drove you or you drove them crazy
But more important is I know you're the one and I'm sure
Lovin you's the right thing to do
Lovin you's the right thing
And it used to be for a while
That the river flowed right to my door
Making me just a little too free
But now the river doesn't seem to stop here anymore
Hold me in your hands like a bunch of flowers
Set me movin' to your sweetest song
And I know what I think I've known all along
Lovin you's the right thing to do
Lovin you's the right thing
Lovin you's the right thing to do
Is the right thing to do
Nothing you can ever do would turn me away from you
Well, I love you now and I love you now
Even though you're ten thousand miles away
I'll love you tomorrow as I love you today
I'm in love, babe
I'm in love with you, babe
Zondag 1 februari 1976
Clavel Sevillano
Clavel Sevillano
Composer(s): Agustín Lara
Performer(s): Agustín Lara
and multiple other artists
Un clavel sevillano prendió en sus trenzas
despertando una fiebre de ansias inmensas
Un clavel encarnado como una flama
que incendiara sus ojos de sevillana
En su frente divina de tez morena
temblaron sus cabellos de nazarena
Y todos los luceros se iluminaron
con la luz que a sus ojos arrebataron
Clavel sevillano tan fresco y tan lindo
tu sangre manchara el mar rojo guindo
Clavel que supiste sus ansias de amores
clavel que envidiaron toditas las flores
Zondag 1 februari 1976
Respect Yourself
Respect Yourself
Composer(s): Luther Ingram; Sir Mack Rice
Performer(s): The Staple Singers;
and various other artists
If you disrespect everybody that you run into
how in the world do you think everybody's 'sposed to respect you?
If you don't give a heck about the man with the Bible in his hand
just get out of the way and let the gentleman do his thing
You the kind of gentleman want everything your way
Take the sheet off your face boy, it's a brand new day
Respect yourself, respect yourself
'Cause if you don't respect yourself
ain't nobody gonna give a good, good hootenanny boy
Respect yourself
If you're walking around thinking that the world owes you something 'cause you're here
you're going out the world backward like you did when you first came 'ere
Keep talking about the president won't stop air pollution
Put your hand over your mouth when you cough, that'll help the solution
You cuss around women folk, don't even know their name
then you're dumb enough to think it makes you a big ole man
Respect yourself, respect yourself
'Cause if you don't respect yourself
ain't nobody gonna give a good, good hootenanny boy
Respect yourself
Respect yourself...
Zaterdag 31 januari 1976
The Riff Song
The Riff Song
Composer(s): Sigmund Romberg - Otto Harbach - Oscar Hammerstein II
Performer(s): Robert Halliday
and multiple other artists
Over the ground there comes a sound
It is the drum, drum, drum of hoofbeats in the sand
Quiver with fear if you are near
It is the thunder of The Shadow and his Band
(And all who plunder learn to understand)
(To understand the cry of...)
Ho!
So we sing as we are riding
Ho!
It's a time you'd best be hiding
Low
It means the Riffs are abroad
Go
Before you've bitten the sword
Ho!
That's the sound that comes to warn you
So!
In the night or early morn, you know
If you're The Red Shadow's foe
The Riffs will strike with a blow
That brings you woe!
No darkest night can bring respite
For still the drum, drum, drum of hoofbearts in the air
No flying steed could match in speed
The swiftness of The Shadow's vengeance drawing near
Fear grips the heart, when they the message hear
As clarion clear the challenge
Ho!
So we sing as we are riding
Ho!
It's a time you'd best be hiding
Low
It means the Riffs are abroad
Go
Before you've bitten the sword
Ho!
That's the sound that comes to warn you
So!
In the night or early morn, you know
If you're The Red Shadow's foe
The Riffs will strike with a blow
That brings you woe!
Zaterdag 31 januari 1976
Claudette
Claudette
Composer(s): Howard Greenfield - Roy Orbison
First recording/First release by: Roy Orbison - 1958/The Everly Brothers - 1958
Covered by multiple other artists
Well, well, hey hey yeah now...
I got a brand-new baby and I feel so good
She loves me even better than I thought she would
I'm on my way to her house and I'm plumb out of breath
When I see her tonight, I'm gonna squeeze her to death
Claudette, pretty little pet
Claudette, never make me fret, Claudette
She's the sweetest little girl that I've ever met
Got the best love that I'll ever get from Claudette
Pretty little pet Claudette
Well I'm a lucky man
My baby treats me right
She's gonna let me hug and kiss and hold her tight
When the date is over and we're at her front door
When she kisses me goodnight
I'll holler "More, more, more!"
Claudette, pretty little pet, Claudette
Never make me fret, Claudette
She's the greatest little...
Greatest little girl that I've ever met
Got the best love that I'll ever get from Claudette
Oh, oh, Claudette Yea, Yeah, Claudette
When me and my new baby have a date or three
I'm gonna ask my baby if she'll marry me
I'm gonna be so happy for the rest of my life
When my brand-new baby is my brand-new wife
Claudette, pretty little pet, Claudette
Never make me fret, Claudette
She's the greatest little girl that I've ever met
Get the best loving
That I'll ever get from Claudette
Oh, oh, Claudette
Yea, Yeah, Claudette
Zaterdag 31 januari 1976
Respect
Respect
((French Version: Du Respect (Johnny Hallyday) - 1966))
Composer(s): Otis Redding
First release by: Otis Redding - 1965
Covered by multiple other artists
What you want, honey, you got it
And what you need, baby, you’ve got it
All I’m asking, is for a little respect
When I come home, hey now
Hey hey hey, yeah now
Do me wrong, honey, if you want to
You can do me wrong honey, while I’m gone
All I’m asking, is for a little respect
When I come home, ooh, yeah now
Hey hey hey, yeah now
Hey little girl, you’re so sweet, little honey
And I’m about to, just give you all of my money
And all I’m asking, hey, is a little respect
When I come home, hey hey
Hey hey hey, yeah now
Hey little girl, you’re sweeter then honey
And I’m about to give you all of my money
But all I want you to do
Is just give it, give it, respect
When I come home, hey hey
Hey hey hey, yeah now, respect
It’s what I want from you
Respect is what I need
Respect is what I want
Respect is what I need
Got to, got to have it
Got to, got to have it
Got to, got to have it
Got to, got to have it
Talkin’
Give us, give us, give us, give us
Give us, give us, give us, give us
Give us some baby, everything I need
Vrijdag 30 januari 1976
The Rickety Rickshaw Man
The Rickety Rickshaw Man
Composer(s): Ervin M. Drake
Performer(s): Eddy Howard
There's a coolie name o' Chulee
Runs a rickety rickshaw south of Peking
He goes a clippety-clop-clop
Clippety-clop-clop
As he hobbles down the cobble stoned street
He's romantic and his antics are the
Talk of the girlies south of Peking
Their hearts go flippety-flop-flop
Flippety-flop-flop
As he hobbles down the cobble stoned street
For the first quarter of a mile
He'll only charge a pretty girl a smile
For every quarter after this
He'll collect a kiss
When the moon is high and ladies sigh
The rickety rickshaw comes a creakin'
He goes a clippety-clop-clop
Clippety-clop-clop
As he hobbles down the cobble stoned street
Look at him hobble down the cobble stoned street
Sure is a hit with all the girls that he meets
For the first quarter of a mile
He'll only charge a pretty girl a smile
For every quarter after this
He'll collect a kiss
When the moon is high and ladies sigh
The rickety rickshaw comes a creakin'
He goes a clippety-clop-clop
Clippety-clop-clop
As he hobbles down the cobble stoned street
Running as fast, fast, fast as he can
Rickety rickshaw, rickshaw man
Vrijdag 30 januari 1976
Claude Dallas
Claude Dallas
Composer(s): Tom Russell - Ian Tyson
First release by: Ian Tyson - 1986
In a land the Spanish once had called the Northern Mystery
Where rivers run and disappear the mustang still is free
By the Devil's wash and coyote hole in the wild Owyhee Range
Somewhere in the sage tonight the wind calls out his name
Aye, aye, aye
Come gather 'round me buckaroos and a story I will tell
Of the fugitive Claude Dallas who just broke out of jail
You might think this tale is history from before the West was won
But the events that I'll describe took place in nineteen eighty-one
He was born out in Virginia,left home when school was through
In the deserts of Nevada he became a buckaroo
And he learned the ways of cattle, and he learned to sit a horse
And he always packed a pistol, and he practiced deadly force
Then Claude he became a trapper, and he dreamed of the bygone days
And he studied bobcat logic and their wild and silent ways
In the bloody runs near Paradise, in monitors down south
Trapping cats and coyotes, living hand to mouth
Aye, aye, aye
Then Claude took to livin' all alone out many miles from town
A friend--Jim Stevens--brought supplies and he stayed to hang around
That day two wardens--Pogue and Elms--rode into check Claude out
They were seeking violations and to see what Claude's about
Now Claude had hung some venison,he had a bobcat pelt or two
Pogue claimed they were out of season, he said "Dallas, you're all thru"
But Dallas would not leave his camp
He refused to go to town
As the wind howled throught the bull-camp they stared each other down
Its hard to say what happend next, perhaps we'll never know
They were gonna take Claude in to jail, and he vowed he'd never go
Jim Stevens heard the gunfire, and when he turned around
Bill Pogue was falling backwards, Conley Elms he fell face down
Aye, aye, aye
Jim stevens walked on over; there was a gun near Bill Pogue's hand
It was hard to say who drawn his first,but Claude had made his stand
Claude said "I am justified Jim,they were gonna cut me down
And a man's got a right to hang some meat
When he's livin' this far from town"
It took eighteen men and fifteen months to finally run Claude down
In the sage outside of Paradise they drove him to the ground
Convicted up in Idaho--manslaughter by decree--
Thirty years at maximum, but soon Claude would break free
There's two sides two this story, there may be no right or wrong
The lawman and the renegade have graced a thousand songs
The story is an old one
Conclusion's hard to draw
But Claude's out in the sage tonight he may be the last outlaw
Aye, aye, aye
In a land the Spanish once had called the Northern Mystery
Where rivers run and disappear the mustang still is free
By the Devil's wash and the coyote hole in the wild Owyhee Range
Somewhere in the sage tonight the wind calls out his name
Aye, aye, aye
Vrijdag 30 januari 1976
Résiste
Résiste
Composer(s): Michel Berger
Performer(s): France Gall
Si on t'organise une vie bien dirigée
Où tu t'oublieras vite
Si on te fait danser sur une musique sans âme
Comme un amour qu'on quitte
Si tu réalises que la vie n'est pas là
Que le matin tu te lèves
Sans savoir où tu vas
Résiste
Prouve que tu existes
Cherche ton bonheur partout, va
Refuse ce monde égoïste
Résiste
Suis ton cœur qui insiste
Ce monde n'est pas le tien, viens
Bats-toi, signe et persiste
Résiste
Tant de libertés pour si peu de bonheur
Est-ce que ça vaut la peine
Si on veut t'amener à renier tes erreurs
C'est pas pour ça qu'on t'aime
Si tu réalises que l'amour n'est pas là
Que le soir tu te couches
Sans aucun rêve en toi
Résiste
Prouve que tu existes
Cherche ton bonheur partout, va
Refuse ce monde égoïste
Résiste
Suis ton cœur qui insiste
Ce monde n'est pas le tien, viens
Bats-toi, signe et persiste
Résiste
Danse pour le début du monde
Danse pour tous ceux qui ont peur
Danse pour les milliers de cœurs
Qui ont droit au bonheur...
Résiste {3x}
Résiste
Prouve que tu existes
Cherche ton bonheur partout, va
Refuse ce monde égoïste
Résiste
Suis ton cœur qui insiste
Ce monde n'est pas le tien, viens
Bats-toi, signe et persiste
Résiste...
Donderdag 29 januari 1976
Rhubarb Tart Song
Rhubarb Tart Song
Composer(s): John Cleese
Performer(s): John Cleese
I want another slice of rhubarb tart
I want another lovely slice
I'm not disparaging the blueberry pie
But rhubarb tart is, oh, so very nice
A rhubarb what? A rhubarb tart!
A what-barb tart? A rhubarb tart!
I want another slice of rhubarb tart!
The principles of modern philosophy
Were postulated by Descartes
Discarding everything he wasn't certain of
He said 'I think, therefore I am a rhubarb tart'
A rhubarb what? A rhubarb tart!
A René who? René Descartes!
Poor nut, he thought he was a rhubarb tart!
Read all the existentialist philosophers
Like Schopenhauer and Jean-Paul Sartre
Even Martin Heidegger agrees on one thing
Eternal happiness is rhubarb tart
A rhubarb what? A rhubarb tart!
A Jean-Paul who? A Jean-Paul Sartre!
Eternal happiness is rhubarb tart
A rhubarb tart has fascinated all the poets
Especially the immortal bard
He caused Richard the Third to call on Bosworth Field
'My kingdom for a slice of rhubarb tart!'
A rhubarb what? A rhubarb bard!
Immortal what? Immortal tart!
As rhymes go, that is really pretty bard!
Donderdag 29 januari 1976
The Class Of '57
The Class of '57
((Danish Version: Klassen Der Gik Ud I 63 (Peter Belli) - 1973))
Composer(s): Don Reid - Harold Reid
First release by: The Statler Brothers - 1972
Tommy's sellin' used cars, Nancy's fixin' hair
Harvey runs a grocery store and Margaret doesn't care
Jerry drives a truck for Sears and Charlotte's on the make
And Paul sells life insurance and part time real estate
Helen is a hostess, Frank works at the mill
Jeanette teaches grade school and prob'ly always will
Bob works for the city and Jack's in lab research
And Peggy plays organ at the Presbiterian Church
And the class of '57 has dreams
We all thought we'd change the world with our great works and deeds
Or maybe we just thought the world would change to fit our needs
The class of '57 has dreams
Betty runs a trailer park, Jan sells Tupperware
Randy's on an insane ward and Mary's on welfare
Charlie took a job with Ford and Joe took Freddie's wife
Charlotte took a millionaire and Freddie took his life
John is big in cattle, Ray is deep in debt
Where Mavis finally wound up is anybody's bet
Linda married Sonny, Brenda married me
And the class of all of us is just part of history
And the class of '57 has dreams
But livin' life day to day is never like it seems
Things get complicated when you get past eighteen
But the class of '57 has dreams
Ah, the class of '57 has dreams
Donderdag 29 januari 1976
Rose Garden
Rose Garden
Composer(s): Joe South
Performer(s): Lynn Anderson
I beg your pardon
I never promised you a rose garden
Along with the sunshine
There's got to be a little rain some time
When you take you got to give so live and let live
Or let go oh-whoa-whoa-whoa
I beg your pardon
I never promised you a rose garden
I could promise you things like big diamond rings
But you don't find roses growing on stalks of clover
So you better think it over
Well if sweet-talking you could make it come true
I would give you the world right now on a silver platter
But what would it matter
So smile for a while and let's be jolly
Love shouldn't be so melancholy
Come along and share the good times while we can
I beg your pardon
I never promised you a rose garden
Along with the sunshine
There's got to be a little rain some time
I beg your pardon
I never promised you a rose garden
I could sing you a tune and promise you the moon
But if that's what it takes to hold you
I'd just as soon let you go
But there's one thing I want you to know
You better look before you leap, still waters run deep
And there won't always be someone there to pull you out
And you know what I'm talking about
So smile for a while and let's be jolly
Love shouldn't be so melancholy
Come along and share the good times while we can
I beg your pardon
I never promised you a rose garden
Along with the sunshine
There's got to be a little rain some time
Donderdag 29 januari 1976
Resi, I Hol' Di Mit Meim Traktor Ab
Resi, I Hol' Di Mit Meim Traktor Ab
Performer(s): Wolfgang Fierek
Refrain:
Resi, i hol di mit meim Traktor ab
Resi, mit dem, da mach i niemals net schlapp
Und dann spui i Mundharmonika
denn romantisch bin i ja a
Du wohnst glei hinter Truderring
auf'm Bauernhof
Und weil i in der Stadt drin wohn
find'st mi von Haus aus doof
Doch bei mir ham glei bei dir
alle Glocken gleit
Hörst mi net kumma, hörst mi net brumma
Madel, hast für mi Zeit?
Refrain
I hock droben auf'm Schleudersitz, koana holt mi auf
Lachend wirst vor der Haustür sthen, und i ziag die zu mir nauf.
Du wirst sehn, dass i so stark wiera Traktor bin
Dann bleibst für immer, runter wuist nimmer, mia fahrn irgendwo hin
Refrain (2x)
Woensdag 28 januari 1976
The Revolution Will Not Be Televised
The Revolution Will Not Be Televised ((aka Your Revolution (DJ Vadim ft. Sarah Jones) - 1999))
Composer(s): Gil Scott-Heron
First release by: Gil Scott-Heron - 1970
You will not be able to stay home, brother
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip
Skip out for beer during commercials
Because the revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox
In 4 parts without commercial interruptions
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon
blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John
Mitchell, General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat
hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary
The revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be brought to you by the
Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie
Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia
The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal
The revolution will not get rid of the nubs
The revolution will not make you look five pounds
thinner, because the revolution will not be televised, Brother
There will be no pictures of you and Willie May
pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run
or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance
NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8:32
or report from 29 districts
The revolution will not be televised
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay
There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being
run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process
There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy
Wilkens strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and
Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving
For just the proper occasion
Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville
Junction will no longer be so damned relevant, and
women will not care if Dick finally gets down with
Jane on Search for Tomorrow because Black people
will be in the street looking for a brighter day
The revolution will not be televised
There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock
news and no pictures of hairy armed women
liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom
Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdink, or the Rare Earth
The revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be right back after a message
bout a white tornado, white lightning, or white people
You will not have to worry about a dove in your
bedroom, a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl
The revolution will not go better with Coke
The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath
The revolution will put you in the driver's seat
The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised
will not be televised, will not be televised
The revolution will be no re-run brothers
The revolution will be live
Woensdag 28 januari 1976
Clash City Rockers
Clash City Rockers
Composer(s): Topper Headon - Paul Simonon - Joe Strummer - Michael Geoffrey Jones
First release by: The Clash - 1978
Covered by multiple other artists
An' I wanna move the town to the clash city rockers
You need a little jump of electrical shockers
You better leave town if you only wanna knock us
Nothing stands the pressure of the clash city rockers
You see the rate they come down the escalator
Now listen to the tube train accelerator
Then you realise that you got to have a purpose
Or this place is gonna knock you out sooner or later
So don't complain about your useless employment
Jack it in forever tonight
Or shut your mouth and pretend you enjoy it
Think of all the money you've got
An' I wanna liquefy everybody gone dry
Or plug into the aerials that poke up in the sky
Or burn down the suburbs with the half-closed eyes
You won't succeed unless you try
You owe me a move say the bells of St. Groove
Come on and show me say the bells of Old Bowie
When I am fitter say the bells of Gary Glitter
No one but you and I say the bells of Prince Far-I
No one but you and I say the bells of Prince Far-I
An' I wanna move the town to the clash city rockers
You need a little jump of electrical shockers
You better leave town if you only wanna knock us
Nothing stands the pressure of the clash city rockers
Rock rock Clash city rockers
Woensdag 28 januari 1976
Rescue Me (Madonna)
