[HOOLS]Het VBL cafe #935 - Kinky Tong

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Op vrijdag 7 oktober 2005 21:56 schreef -Vaduz- het volgende:
Tolk een druk weekend voor de boeg?

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Op vrijdag 7 oktober 2005 22:17 schreef DIGGER het volgende:
Tis net een achtbaan he, de ene high volgt de low nog sneller op dan de andere en andersom.....

Alsof je zelf onderwerp van een thriller bent, die niet 1 uur en 45 minuten duurt, maar weken en weken.

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Op vrijdag 7 oktober 2005 22:25 schreef popolon het volgende:
Ik heb een Nederlands vlag(getje) voor de ramen hangen, een NL sticker op m'n auto en een 'Nederlands' kenteken.

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Op vrijdag 7 oktober 2005 22:30 schreef DIGGER het volgende:

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Hier zou je al bijna als extreem rechts betiteld worden met dezelfde kenmerken.

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Op vrijdag 7 oktober 2005 22:34 schreef -Vaduz- het volgende:
Hijs je als het hier koninginnedag is ook de vlag Popo?

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Op vrijdag 7 oktober 2005 22:37 schreef popolon het volgende:

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Tuurlijk.

Dat is mijn trouwdag.

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Op vrijdag 7 oktober 2005 22:40 schreef golfer het volgende:

Weg met Amerika! Weg met die boeren van Amerika

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I dreamt a dream the other night I couldn't sleep a wink
The rats were tryin' to count the sheep and I was off the drink
There were footsteps in the parlour and voices on the stairs
I was climbin' up the walls and movin' round the chairs.
I looked out from under the blanket up at the fireplace.
The Pope and John F. Kennedy were starin' in me face.*
Suddenly it dawned at me I was getting the old D.T.s
When the Child o' Prague began to dance around the mantlepiece.

CHORUS
Goodbye to the Port and Brandy, to the Vodka and the Stag,
To the Schmiddick and the Harpic, the bottled draught and keg.
As I sat lookin' up the Guinness ad I could never figure out
How your man stayed up on the surfboard after 14 pints of stout.

Well I swore upon the bible I'd never touch a drop.
My heart was palpitatin' I was sure 'twas going to stop,
Thinkin' I was dyin' I gave my soul to God to keep.
A tenner to St. Anthony to help me get some sleep.
I fell into an awful nightmare - got a dreadful shock.
When I dreamt there was no Duty-free at the airport down in Knock.
George Seawright was sayin' the rosary and SPUC were on the pill.**
Frank Patterson was gargled and he singin' Spancil Hill.

CHORUS

I dreamt that Mr. Haughey had recaptured Crossmaglen
Then Garret got re-elected and gave it back again.
Dick Spring and Roger Casement were on board the Marita-Ann
As she sailed into Fenit they were singin' Banna Strand.
I dreamt Archbishop McNamara was on Spike Island for 3 nights
Havin' been arrested for supportin' Traveller's rights.
I dreamt that Ruairi Quinn was smokin' marijuana in the Dail
Barry Desmond handin' Frenchies out to scuts in Fianna Fail.

CHORUS

I dreamt of Nell McCafferty and Mary Kenny too
The things that we got up to, but I'm not tellin' you.
I dreamt I was in a jacuzzi along with Alice Glenn
'twas then I knew I'd never ever, ever drink again.

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Joxer Goes To Stuttgart

It was in the year of '88 in the lovely month of June
When the gadflies were swarming and dogs howling at the moon
With rosary beads and sandwiches for Stuttgart we began
Joxer packed his German phrasebook and jumpleads for the van.

Some of the lads had never been away from home before
'Twas the first time Whacker put his foot outside of Inchicore
Before we left for Europe we knew we'd need a plan
So we all agreed that Joxer was the man to drive the van.

In Germany the autobahn, 'twas like the Long Mile Road
There was every make of car and van all carrying the full load
Ford Transits and Hiaces and an old Bedford from Tralee
With the engine overheating from longhauling duty free.

There was fans from Ballygermot, Ballybough and Ballymun
On the journey of a lifetime, and the crack was ninety-one
Joxer met a German's daughter on the banks of the river Rhine
And he told her she'd be welcome in Ballyfermot any time.

As soon as we found Stuttgart we got the wagons in a ring
Sean Og got out the banjo and Peter played the mandolin
There was fans there from everywhere attracted by the sound
At the first Fleadh Ceoil in Europe, and Joxer passed the flagon round.

But the session it ended when we'd finished all the stout
The air mattresses inflated and the sleeping bags rolled out
As one by one we fell asleep Joxer had a dream
He dreamt himself and Jack Charlton sat down to pick the team.

Joxer dreamt they both agreed on Packie Bonner straightaway
And that Moran, Whelan and McGrath were certainly to play
But tempers they began to rise and patience wearing thin
Jack wanted Cascarino but Joxer wanted Quinn.

The dream turned into a nightmare, Joxer stuck the head on Jack
Who wanted to bring Johnny Giles and Eamon Dunphy back
The cock crew in the morning, it crew both loud and shrill
Joxer woke up in his sleeping bag many miles from Arbour Hill.

The next morning none of the experts gave us the slightest chance
They said the English team would lead us on a merry dance
With their Union Jacks all them English fans for victory they were set
Until Ray Houghton got the ball and he stuck it in the net.

What happened next is history, brought tears to many eyes
That day will be the highlight of many people's lives
Joxer climbed right over the top and the last time he was seen
Was arm in arm with Jack Charlton singing, Revenge for Skibereen.

Now Whacker's back in Inchicore, he's living with his mam
And Jack Charlton has been proclaimed an honorary Irishman
Do you remember that German's daughter on the banks of the river Rhine
Well, didn't she show up in Ballyfermot last week and ...

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Op vrijdag 7 oktober 2005 22:51 schreef popolon het volgende:
Dronkemansteksten zijn ok.

Vriend van me zit in een Ierse band, gaan we vaak heen, spelen vaak in dezelfde kroeg.

Oh, zie net dat er 2 nummers te downloaden zijn.

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Op vrijdag 7 oktober 2005 22:58 schreef popolon het volgende:
Ik vind die twee nummers die er op staan best leuk.

Weer een 'andere' versie van de Wild Rover.

Vergeet niet dat het amateurs zijn

En dat nummer: Jammer dat de kopbal van Kieft niet genoemd wordt, als ze gelijk hadden gespeeld hadden ze nog meer historie geschreven.