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Of die van The Animals of Joe Cocker... Nina Simone heeft het ook nog gedaan dacht ik...quote:Op woensdag 28 december 2005 16:12 schreef Disciple_of_Guinness het volgende:
Ik ken de Santana versie, nou weet ik het weer
Prachtige zinquote:Cause I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
1032 - Beatles - Lady Madonna
Lady Madonna, children at your feet
Wonder how you manage to make ends meet
Who find the money when you pay the rent
Did you think that money was heaven sent
Friday night arrives without a suitcase
Sunday morning creeping like a nun
Monday's child has learned to tie his bootlegs
See how they run
Lady Madonna, baby at your breast
Wonders how you manage to feed the rest
Pa pa pa pa...
See how they run
Lady Madonna lying on the bed
Listen to the music playing in your head
Tuesday afternoon is never ending
Wednesday morning papers didn't come
Thursday night you stocking needed mending
See how they run
Lady Madonna, children at your feet
Wonder how you manage to make ends meet
Lady Madonna, children at your feet
Wonder how you manage to make ends meet
Who find the money when you pay the rent
Did you think that money was heaven sent
Friday night arrives without a suitcase
Sunday morning creeping like a nun
Monday's child has learned to tie his bootlegs
See how they run
Lady Madonna, baby at your breast
Wonders how you manage to feed the rest
Pa pa pa pa...
See how they run
Lady Madonna lying on the bed
Listen to the music playing in your head
Tuesday afternoon is never ending
Wednesday morning papers didn't come
Thursday night you stocking needed mending
See how they run
Lady Madonna, children at your feet
Wonder how you manage to make ends meet
'It's like what Lenin said... you look for the person who will benefit, and, uh, uh... '
"Please don't argue with me. My brain's only just about capable of stopping me farting in front of you."
"Please don't argue with me. My brain's only just about capable of stopping me farting in front of you."
quote:Op woensdag 28 december 2005 16:12 schreef I_doubt het volgende:
En vooral veel smachtende geluidjes maken
En vooral veel smachtende geluidjes maken 
'It's like what Lenin said... you look for the person who will benefit, and, uh, uh... '
"Please don't argue with me. My brain's only just about capable of stopping me farting in front of you."
"Please don't argue with me. My brain's only just about capable of stopping me farting in front of you."
Yeeeeeeeehaaaaaaaaaaaaaaw
1031 - John Denver - Thank God I'm a country boy
Well life on the farm is kinda laid back
Ain’t much an old country boy like me can’t hack
It’s early to rise, early in the sack
Thank God I’m a country boy
Well a simple kinda life never did me no harm
A raisin’ me a family and workin’ on a farm
My days are all filled with an easy country charm
Thank God I’m a country boy
Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
When the sun’s comin’ up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain’t nothin’ but a funy funny riddle
Thank God I’m a country boy
When the work’s all done and the sun’s settlin’ low
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow
The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low
Thank God I’m a country boy
I’d play ¡°sally goodin’¡± all day if I could
But the lord and my wife wouldn’t take it very good
So I fiddle when I could, work when I should
Thank God I’m a country boy
Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
When the sun’s comin’ up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain’t nothin’ but a funy funny riddle
Thank God I’m a country boy
Well I wouldn’t trade my life for diamonds and jewels
I never was one of them money hungry fools
Iid rather have my fiddle and my farmin’ tools
Thank God I’m a country boy
Yeah, city folk drivin’ in a black limousine
A lotta sad people thinkin’ that’s mighty keen
Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
Thank God I’m a country boy
Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
When the sun’s comin’ up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain’t nothin’ but a funy funny riddle
Thank God I’m a country boy
Well, my fiddle was my daddy’s till the day he died
And he took me by the hand and held me close to his side
Said, ¡°live a good life and play my fiddle with pride
And thank God you’re a country boy
My daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle
Taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle
Taught me how to love and how to give just a little
Thank God I’m a country boy
Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
When the sun’s comin’ up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain’t nothin’ but a funy funny riddle
Thank God I’m a country boy
Thank God I’m a country boy
1031 - John Denver - Thank God I'm a country boy
Well life on the farm is kinda laid back
Ain’t much an old country boy like me can’t hack
It’s early to rise, early in the sack
Thank God I’m a country boy
Well a simple kinda life never did me no harm
A raisin’ me a family and workin’ on a farm
My days are all filled with an easy country charm
Thank God I’m a country boy
Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
When the sun’s comin’ up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain’t nothin’ but a funy funny riddle
Thank God I’m a country boy
When the work’s all done and the sun’s settlin’ low
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow
The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low
Thank God I’m a country boy
I’d play ¡°sally goodin’¡± all day if I could
But the lord and my wife wouldn’t take it very good
So I fiddle when I could, work when I should
Thank God I’m a country boy
Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
When the sun’s comin’ up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain’t nothin’ but a funy funny riddle
Thank God I’m a country boy
Well I wouldn’t trade my life for diamonds and jewels
I never was one of them money hungry fools
Iid rather have my fiddle and my farmin’ tools
Thank God I’m a country boy
Yeah, city folk drivin’ in a black limousine
A lotta sad people thinkin’ that’s mighty keen
Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
Thank God I’m a country boy
Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
When the sun’s comin’ up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain’t nothin’ but a funy funny riddle
Thank God I’m a country boy
Well, my fiddle was my daddy’s till the day he died
And he took me by the hand and held me close to his side
Said, ¡°live a good life and play my fiddle with pride
And thank God you’re a country boy
My daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle
Taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle
Taught me how to love and how to give just a little
Thank God I’m a country boy
Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
When the sun’s comin’ up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain’t nothin’ but a funy funny riddle
Thank God I’m a country boy
Thank God I’m a country boy
'It's like what Lenin said... you look for the person who will benefit, and, uh, uh... '
"Please don't argue with me. My brain's only just about capable of stopping me farting in front of you."
"Please don't argue with me. My brain's only just about capable of stopping me farting in front of you."
Titlesquote:Op woensdag 28 december 2005 16:16 schreef Neleos het volgende:
Wat was het ook alweer gisteren, Lady Madonna, Let it be
Dit is zo fout dat het gewoon geweldig is
'It's like what Lenin said... you look for the person who will benefit, and, uh, uh... '
"Please don't argue with me. My brain's only just about capable of stopping me farting in front of you."
"Please don't argue with me. My brain's only just about capable of stopping me farting in front of you."
vage gok: Beatles-fan ?quote:Op woensdag 28 december 2005 16:19 schreef MrBadGuy het volgende:
Hierna weer Sir Paul
De zwemmer zwemt, hij zwemt in zee
Dat heb ik nou ook altijd bij die Ierse folkbandsquote:Op woensdag 28 december 2005 16:17 schreef I_doubt het volgende:
John Denver Thank God I'm a country boy
Ik voel een urge om te klappen
'It's like what Lenin said... you look for the person who will benefit, and, uh, uh... '
"Please don't argue with me. My brain's only just about capable of stopping me farting in front of you."
"Please don't argue with me. My brain's only just about capable of stopping me farting in front of you."
1030 - Paul McCartney - Another day
Every day she takes a morning bath she wets her hair,
Wraps a towel around her
As she’s heading for the bedroom chair,
It’s just another day.
Slipping into stockings,
Stepping into shoes,
Dipping in the pocket of her raincoat.
Ah, it’s just another day.
At the office where the papers grow she takes a break,
Drinks another coffee
And she finds it hard to stay awake,
It’s just another day. du du du du du
It’s just another day. du du du du du
Lt’s just another day.
Ay
So sad, so sad,
Sometimes she feels so sad.
Alone in her apartment she’d dwell,
Till the man of her dreams comes to break the spell.
Ah, stay, don’t stand around
And he comes and he stays
But he leaves the next day,
So sad.
Sometimes she feels so sad.
As she posts another letter to the sound of five,
People gather ’round her
And she finds it hard to stay alive,
It’s just another day. du du du du du
It’s just another day. du du du du du
It’s just another day.
Ay
So sad, so sad,
Sometimes she feels so sad.
Alone in her apartment she’d dwell,
Till the man of her dreams comes to break the spell.
Ah, stay, don’t stand around
And he comes and he stays
But he leaves the next day,
So sad.
Sometimes she feels so sad.
Every day she takes a morning bath she wets her hair,
Wraps a towel around her
As she’s heading for the bedroom chair,
It’s just another day.
Slipping into stockings,
Stepping into shoes,
Dipping in the pockets of her raincoat.
Ah, it’s just another day. du du du du du
It’s just another day. du du du du du
It’s just another day.
Every day she takes a morning bath she wets her hair,
Wraps a towel around her
As she’s heading for the bedroom chair,
It’s just another day.
Slipping into stockings,
Stepping into shoes,
Dipping in the pocket of her raincoat.
Ah, it’s just another day.
At the office where the papers grow she takes a break,
Drinks another coffee
And she finds it hard to stay awake,
It’s just another day. du du du du du
It’s just another day. du du du du du
Lt’s just another day.
Ay
So sad, so sad,
Sometimes she feels so sad.
Alone in her apartment she’d dwell,
Till the man of her dreams comes to break the spell.
Ah, stay, don’t stand around
And he comes and he stays
But he leaves the next day,
So sad.
Sometimes she feels so sad.
As she posts another letter to the sound of five,
People gather ’round her
And she finds it hard to stay alive,
It’s just another day. du du du du du
It’s just another day. du du du du du
It’s just another day.
Ay
So sad, so sad,
Sometimes she feels so sad.
Alone in her apartment she’d dwell,
Till the man of her dreams comes to break the spell.
Ah, stay, don’t stand around
And he comes and he stays
But he leaves the next day,
So sad.
Sometimes she feels so sad.
Every day she takes a morning bath she wets her hair,
Wraps a towel around her
As she’s heading for the bedroom chair,
It’s just another day.
Slipping into stockings,
Stepping into shoes,
Dipping in the pockets of her raincoat.
Ah, it’s just another day. du du du du du
It’s just another day. du du du du du
It’s just another day.
'It's like what Lenin said... you look for the person who will benefit, and, uh, uh... '
"Please don't argue with me. My brain's only just about capable of stopping me farting in front of you."
"Please don't argue with me. My brain's only just about capable of stopping me farting in front of you."
Gisteren was bijna het halve beatles topic hier
Is niet erg hoorquote:Op woensdag 28 december 2005 16:20 schreef MrBadGuy het volgende:
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beetje Gisteren was bijna het halve beatles topic hier
