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Jongen uit New York City Je zult nooit een saaie dag hebben Want je bent een jongen uit New York City Waar Seventh Avenue Broadway ontmoet Als jongen zijn sommige dagen moeilijk Liggend op je bed punkrock spelen en zo Thuis is een bootcamp waar je aan moet ontsnappen Je wilt gaan dwalen in de tick

Werd wakker deze ochtend Van alle kanten ingesloten Terwijl ik niets deed Voelde ik weerstand Toen ik mijn ogen opende Neemt iemand me in de maling Ik heb een manier gevonden om deze cellofaanlijn te doorbreken Want ik weet wat er in mijn eigen hoofd omgaat Woon ik in een doos? Woon ik in een karto

Ik ben een domme tienerjongen Ik eet stokken en stenen en modder Ik geef niets om de overheid En ik heb echt een knuffel nodig Ik voel me dom (dom) Lelijk (lelijk) Doe alsof het me niet boeit Ik ben niet erg sterk maar Ik maak je kapot als je gemeen bent tegen insecten Het wordt koud nu ik me niet

Nanananana Whohoho Nananana Laura, Bob en Ellen gitaristen alle drie met stemmen als de ochtendwind uit Nashville, Tennessee Op een nacht zag Bobby Laura, het ging een half jaartje great Totdat Laura op een dag moest zien wat Bob met Ellen stiekum deed Nanananana Whohoho Nananana Even arm

girls do, boys don`t girls say what boys won`t you`re all that and more i do adore you it`s a simple thing i got everything that you need i see you watching me i caught that look don`t try to act all cool it wasn`t me you know it was you i can see it in your eyes no matter how hard you try

Well Be-bop-a-lula she`s my baby Be-bop-a-lula don`t mean maybe Be-bop-a-lula she`s my baby Be-bop-a-lula don`t mean maybe Be-bop-a-lula she`s... My baby doll, my baby doll, my baby doll. Well She`s the one in the red blue

De halte is te zien als ik ga staan Het is niet ver en het wordt tijd om weg te gaan Al weet je nooit of je de laatste nog wel haalt Ik heb het kaartje al betaald Ik neem de bus naar huis Het uitzicht is wel mooi vanaf de berg Het duurt altijd te kort, maar dat is niet zo erg Want als je boven bent

`Tis of a pretty female As you may understand. Her mind being bent for rambling Unto some foreign land, She dressed herself in sailor`s clothes, Or so it does appear, And she hired with a captain To serve him for a year. [The captain`s wife she being on board, She seemed in great joy To t

I dont wanna fuss with you So im gonna sit out on the couch Dont try to talk to me Cos boy i am blocking you out I dont want to hear a thing Nothing you youve got to say You should think twice about the way you`ve been talking to me [Chorus] Betta get a cab..get on the bus I aint got no time for y

don’t be afraid he said when he took his hand slowly drove him mad when he filled his hand with sand no one knew not even mother dear she just cleaned her shelves and her mind was struck with fear several years went by but nothing changed at all once I thought I heard the boy cry thought

[Verse 1] Nobody on the road Nobody on the beach I feel it in the air The summer's out of reach Empty lake, empty streets The sun goes down alone I'm driving by your house Though I know you're not home [Chorus 1] But I can see you Your brown skin shining in the sun You got your hair combed back and

Trapped in a box of tremendous size It distorts my vision, it closes my eyes Attracts filthy flies and pollutes in the skies It sucks up our lives and proliferates lies Trapped in a box Trapped in a box, four walls as sky Got a screen for a window about two feet wide My mind rides and slides as my

Hey girls, you better listen to me I`m getting starved for your company All day Monday, and all day Tuesday I played football, there`s nothing on the telly Now ever since I was just 13 years old Well, I always felt shy but I acted so bold I never had the money and I never had the class But I

Los han visto por ahí Los han visto en los tejados Dando vueltas en París Condenando en los juzgados Con la nariz empolvada De corbata o de blue jeans Los han visto en las portadas Todas Sin más nada que decir Dónde están los ladrones Dónde está el acesino Quizá allá revolcándose En el pa

Je ne vais plus dans les églises Je préfère de loin tes évangiles Lorsque ce sont tes mains qui me les lisent Je suis à ta cause acquise J`aime Et j`envoie au diable nos adieux... Et puis n`en déplaise à Dieu Ce n`est pas en lui que je crois Tant pis, n`en déplaise à Dieu Ce n`est p

I dreamt I had to go to Mars. I'm always kidding on about goign to Mars for the day, but faced with the reality of it, in a dream, i was terrified. And it wasn't going to be like a moon trip - there was three of us going, but we couldn't all go on the same ship; we had to go one at a time with

A Boy Called Alice My name is Alice, I'm not a boy Office hours for the rest of the world Me and Alice stay in bed She's not what you'd call a bachelor girl But be careful how you tread There are boys that bring you trouble Very few that bring you luck When I tell her what she's getting

Bob de Bouwer, kunnen wij het maken, Bob de Bouwer, nou en of! Scoop, Muck en Dizzie en Rollie ook, Liftie en Wendy gaan weer loos, Bob en zijn maatjes maken lol, werken ze samen is niets ze te dol. Bob de Bouwer, kunnen wij het maken, Bob de bouwer, nou en of! Titus en Bert, Hector en Spud, kijk ze

Man you've gotta problem, who made you fuckin' king A macho pig with nothing in your head. No girls around you, their place is not at gigs, Don't want 'em on the dance floor 'cos they're weak. A woman's place, the kitchen, on her back, It's time to change that attitude, and quick. (Chorus) Sh

You need to give it up Had about enough It's not hard to see The boy is mine I'm sorry that you Seem to be confused He belongs to me The boy is mine I think it's time we got this straight Let's sit and talk face to face There is no way you could mistake Him for your man are you insane You see I kn

The Boy Done Good Strange as it may seem, I once had my football dreams But I was always the last one, the last to get chosen When my classmates picked their teams I guess that was the way it stayed in every game I played Life just tripped me and clattered and kicked me Till you picked m

RHONDA: HARRY! HARRY, IS THAT YOU AS A BOY? HARRY: WHY, IT MUST BE! HE'S SO CHARMING AND SWEET AND LIKEABLE! THING-FISH: HARRY-AS-A-BOY, C'MON OVER 'N SAY A FEW WORDS TO DE NICE PEOPLES! HARRY-AS-A-BOY: HI, FOLKS! NICE TO BE HERE! THING-FISH: I'S SURE DERE BE LOTSA FOLK

Tell me whatever happened to the radio Do they still play the songs you wanna hear On the stereo Do you still like the bands you loved a year ago Would you still like me if we want to be on the radio Like me, if we were on the radio Like me, or are they just played-out Tell me whatever happ

Je n'ai pas d'auto Je n'ai pas de vélo Les trams sont en grève Et je dois aller Voir ma petite poupée Et les heures sont brèves Y a déjà trois heures Que je ballade mon cœur Le long des boulevards Pour mieux me faire voir Par les conducteurs J'agite un mouchoir A vot' bon cœur

Things we wanted, but never seen Just got back, but we never been Only home when in pictures running in my head Cos I don't believe in nothing, speak the truth instead They'll be running round in circles overrating the world I'll be dreaming about the fit boy and faint girl Cold in the summe

Its a hot night at the juke joint And the bands pumpin rhythm and blues Gonna spill a little rock and roll blood tonight Gonna make some front page news And the ladies hate the violence Still they never seem to look away Cause they love those Wild eyed southern boys Wild eyed boys Wild eyed

Che strano sembri un latro dall'alto di quel palco le donne fai gridare, già prima di suonare tu sei il più bello, sei il più bravo, sei di più. Con l'aria da poeta, come un moderno asceta ti perdi negli accordi, non sai che siamo sordi noi siamo stanchi, noi non ti reggiamo più. Ma tu g

Sit down honey gotta have us a talk You man is a little upset There’s a couple of things that’s been missing And I ain’t found ‘em yet I ain’t pointing no fingers ain’t layin’ no blame And I don’t wanna lose my cool But you just don’t fool with a country boy’s tool Tool bo

Alexia I love my boy I love my boy, I love my life I love my crazy boy, my crazy life ... Get ready for the weekend we wanna have a party do the right thing be what you wanna be. I feel it in my fingers I feel in my body get on up friends and get into the beat. I love my boy,

I'm the man in the box Buried in my shit Won't you come and save me, save me Feed my eyes, can you sew them shut? Jesus christ, deny your maker He who tries, will be wasted Feed my eyes now you've sewn them shut I'm the dog who gets beat Shove my nose in shit Won't you come and save me, save me F

Coming in from London from over the pole Flying in a big airliner Chicken flying everywhere around the plane Could we ever feel much finer Coming into Los Angeles Bringing in a couple of keys Don't touch my bags if you please Mister Customs man, man There's a guy with a ticket to Mexico

Echoes of a million years, lie twisted in my face In a world without no name, and a stranger human race In the distance how it shines, sparkles in the light Like a flower pulls you in, you lose your mind. And it really doesn't matter if the sky should fall Your living under ground, there's no

[holiday robot funk noise]: Baruch Atah Adonei Elohenu Melech Ha Olom Aww yeah That's the holiday-- Rum-pum-pum-pump --that's the-- BIIII YATCH-- holiday robot funk! Rum-pum-pum-pump, Rum-pum-pum-pump. UH Baruch Atah Adonei Elohenu Melech Ha Olom right about now, we're gonna drop some--

It's been so long since you dropped by the store You're still as pretty as you were before You've still got personality and poise You were always such a hit with me and the boys What - you need some candy A magazine, some toys To take back home To Bobby and the boys Yes i rememb

He was a famous trumpet man from out Chicago way. He had a boogie style that no one else could play. He was the top man at his craft, but then his number came up and he was gone with the draft. He's in the army now. He's blowin' reveille. He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of company B. They m