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Malkbalg Goldblitzbold

Anmeldungsdatum: 17.04.2007 Beiträge: 465 Wohnort: Berlin!!
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 Verfasst am: 20 Apr 2007 20:57 Titel: Cap Calloways Minni the mocher |
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Hey folks here's the story 'bout Minnie the Moocher
She was a lowdown hoocie coocher
She was the roughest toughest frail
But Minnie had a heart as big as a whale
Hidehidehidehi (Hidehidehidehi)
Hodehodehodeho (Hodehodehodeho)
Hedehedehedehe (Hedehedehedehe)
Hidehidehideho (Hidehidehideho)
She messed around with a bloke named Smokie
She loved him though he was cokey
He took her down to Chinatown
And showed her how to kick the gong around
Hidehidehidehi (Hidehidehidehi)
Whoah (Whoah)
Hedehedehedehe (Hedehedehedehe)
A hidehidehideho (Hidehidehideho)
She had a dream about the king of Sweden
He gave her things that she was needin'
He gave her a home built of gold and steel
A diamond car with platinum wheels
A hidehidehidehidehidehidehi (Hidehidehidehidehidehidehi)
Hodehodehodehodehodehodeho (Hodehodehodehodehodehodeho)
... (...)
... (...)
He gave her his townhouse and his racing horses
Each meal she ate was a dozen courses
Had a million dollars worth of nickels and dimes
She sat around and counted them all a million times
Hidehidehidehi (Hidehidehidehi)
Hodehodehodeho (Hodehodehodeho)
Hedehedehedehe (Hedehedehedehe)
Hidehidehideho (Hidehidehideho)
Poor Min, poor Min poor Minnie _________________ 9 von 10 Stimmen in meinem Kopf streiten und die zehnte summt die Melodie von Tetris. |
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Malkbalg Goldblitzbold

Anmeldungsdatum: 17.04.2007 Beiträge: 465 Wohnort: Berlin!!
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 Verfasst am: 20 Apr 2007 20:57 Titel: Pianoman |
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Pianoman
*It´s nine o´clock on a Saturday
The regular crowd shuffles in
There´s an old man sitting next to me
Making love to his tonic and gin
*He says, ”Son can you play me a memory
I´m not really sure how it goes
But it´s sad and it´s sweet
And I knew it complete
When I wore a younger man´s clothes”
Lalela Lalelaa Lala Lalelaa La
*Sing us a song you´re the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well We´re all in the mood for a melody
And you´ve got us felling alright
*Now John at the bar is a friend of mine
He gets me my drink for free
And he´s quick with a joke or to light up your smoke
But there´s someplace that he´d rather be
*He says, “Bill, I believe this is killing me”
As a smile ran away from his face
“Well , I´m sure that I could be a movie star
If I could get out of this place”
Oh Lalela Lalelaa Lala Lalelaa La
*Now Paul is a real estate novelist
Who never had time for his wife
And he´s talking with Davy, who´s still in the Navy
And probably will be fore live
*And the waitress is practicing politics
As the businessman slowly get stoned
Yes they´re sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it´s better than drinking alone
(Chorus)
*It´s a pretty good crowd for a Saturday
And the manager gives me a smile
´Cause he know that it´s me they´ve been coming to see
To forget about live for a while
*And the piano sounds like a carnival
And the microphone smells like a beer
And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar
And say, “Man what are you doing here?”
Oh Lalela Lalelaa Lala lalelaa La
(Chorus) _________________ 9 von 10 Stimmen in meinem Kopf streiten und die zehnte summt die Melodie von Tetris. |
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Malkbalg Goldblitzbold

Anmeldungsdatum: 17.04.2007 Beiträge: 465 Wohnort: Berlin!!
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 Verfasst am: 20 Apr 2007 20:58 Titel: Put it on the Ritz |
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Put it on the Ritz
If you're blue and you don't know
where to go to why don't you go
where fashion sits
Puttin' on the Ritz
Different types who wear a day
coat pants with stripes and cutaway
coat perfect fits
Puttin' on the Ritz
Dressed up like a million-dollar trooper
Tryin' hard to look like Gary Cooper (super duper)
Come let's mix where Rockefellers
walk with sticks or um-ber-ellas
in their mitts
Puttin' on the Ritz
Have you seen the well-to-do
Up and down Park Avenue
On that famous thoroughfare
With their noses in the air
High hats, and arrow collars
White spats, and lots of dollars
Spending every dime
For a wonderful time
If you're blue and you don't know
where to go to why don't you go
where fashion sits
Puttin' on the Ritz
Different types who wear a day
coat pants with stripes and cutaway
coat perfect fits
Puttin' on the Ritz
Dressed up like a million-dollar trooper
Tryin' hard to look like Gary Cooper (super duper)
Come let's mix where Rockefellers
walk with sticks or um-ber-ellas
in their mitts
Puttin' on the Ritz
(tap dance break)
Dressed up like a million-dollar trooper
Tryin' hard to look like Gary Cooper (super duper)
If you're blue and you don't know
where to go to why don't you go
where fashion sits
Puttin' on the Ritz
Puttin' on the Ritz
Puttin' on the Ritz
Puttin' on the Ritz
Move...
Move...
Gotta dance
Gotta dance...
If you're blue and you don't know
where to go to why don't you go
where fashion sits
Puttin' on the Ritz...
Puttin' on the Ritz...
Puttin' on the Ritz... _________________ 9 von 10 Stimmen in meinem Kopf streiten und die zehnte summt die Melodie von Tetris. |
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Malkbalg Goldblitzbold

Anmeldungsdatum: 17.04.2007 Beiträge: 465 Wohnort: Berlin!!
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 Verfasst am: 20 Apr 2007 20:59 Titel: Der Ohrwurm schlecht hin |
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Oh oh oh oh
I got a girl named Rama Lama Rama Lama Ding dong
She's everything to me
Rama Lama Rama Lama Ding dong
I'll never set her free
For she's mine all mine
Oh oh oh oh
I got a girl named Rama Lama Rama Lama Ding Dong,
She's fine to me,
Rama Lama Rama Lama Ding dong
You don't believe that she's mine all mine
I love her,
Love her lover her so.
That I'll never never let her go.
You may be certain she's mine all mine,
She's mine all of the time.
Oh I got a girl named Rama Lama Rama Lama Ding dong
She's everything to me
Rama Lama Rama Lama Ding dong
I'll never set her free
For she's mine and all mine _________________ 9 von 10 Stimmen in meinem Kopf streiten und die zehnte summt die Melodie von Tetris. |
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Malkbalg Goldblitzbold

Anmeldungsdatum: 17.04.2007 Beiträge: 465 Wohnort: Berlin!!
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 Verfasst am: 20 Apr 2007 20:59 Titel: YEAH HAAA |
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Rolin' rollin' rollin'(4X)
Rawhide
Rolin' rollin' rollin'
Though the streams are swollen
Keep them dogies rollin'
Rawhide
Rain and wind and wheather
Hell bent for leather
Wishing my girl was by my side
All the things I'm missin'
Good viddles love and kissin'
Are waitin' at the end of my ride
Move 'em out head 'em up head 'em up
Move 'em out move 'em out head 'em up
Rawhide
Cut 'em out ride 'em in ride 'em in cut
Cut 'em out cut 'em out ride 'em in
Rawhide
Keep Movin' movin' movin'
Though they're disapprovin'
Keep them dogies movin'
Rawhide
Don't try to understand them
Just rope throw and brand 'em
Soon they'll be kneeling high and wide
My heart's calculatin',
My true love will be waitin',
Be waitin' at the end of my ride.
Move 'em out head 'em up head 'em up
Move 'em out move 'em out head 'em up
Rawhide
Cut 'em out ride 'em in ride 'em in
Cut 'em out cut 'em out ride 'em in
Rawhide
Move 'em out hide 'em up hide 'em up
Move 'em out move 'em out hide'em up
Rawhide
Cut 'em out ride 'em in ride 'em in
Cut 'em out cut 'em out ride 'em in
Rawhide
Rolin' rollin' rollin'(4X)
Rawhide
RAWHIDE _________________ 9 von 10 Stimmen in meinem Kopf streiten und die zehnte summt die Melodie von Tetris. |
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Malkbalg Goldblitzbold

Anmeldungsdatum: 17.04.2007 Beiträge: 465 Wohnort: Berlin!!
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 Verfasst am: 20 Apr 2007 21:00 Titel: Star of the countydown |
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Star of the county down
In Banbridge Town in the County Down
one morning last July,
from a boreen green came a sweet colleen
And she smiled as she passed me by.
She looked so sweet from her two bare feet
to the sheen of her nut brown hair.
Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself
for to see I was really there.
Chorus:
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and
from Galway to Dublin Town,
no maid I've seen like the brown colleen
that I met in the County Down.
As she onward sped, sure I scratched my head,
and I looked with a feelin' rare,
and I say's I, to a passer-by,
''Whose the maid with the nut brown hair''?
He smiled at me and he say's, say's he,
''That's the gem of Ireland's crown.
young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann,
she's the star of the County Down''.
Chorus:
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Ouay and
from Galway to Dublin Town,
No maid I've seen like the brown colleen
that I met in the County Down.
At the Harvest Fair she'll be surely there
and I'll dress in my Sunday clothes,
With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked
right for a smile from my nut brown rose.
No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke
till my plough turns rust coloured brown.
Till a smiling bride, by my own fireside
sits the star of the County Down. _________________ 9 von 10 Stimmen in meinem Kopf streiten und die zehnte summt die Melodie von Tetris. |
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