Oh, I got plenty o' nuttin'
And nuttin's plenty for me
I got no car, got no mule
I got no misery
When an artist dies he or she gets to pick one song to be remembered by for ever. Instantly, this song will become the Number One Song all over in Heaven.
Oh, I got plenty o' nuttin'
And nuttin's plenty for me
I got no car, got no mule
I got no misery
Love is all and love is all and
It's easy, yes it's so easy
At the Butterfly Ball where love is all
And It's so easy
Believe that you can go home
Believe you can float on air
Then click your heels three times
If you believe
Then you'll be there
That's why I want you to
Believe in yourself
I who was lost and lonely
believing life was only
A bitter tragic joke, have found in you
The meaning of existence, oh my love
Francis Albert Sinatra & Antonio Carlos Jobim - Quiet Nights Of Quiet Stars
The music started in the hearts and drums from another land
Played for everyone by sons of the motherland
Sendin out a message of peace to everybody and
Came across the oceans in chains and shame
Easing the pain and it was without name
Until some men in new orleans on rampart street
Put out the sounds and then they gave it a beat
My name is Malcolm McLaren
I have brought you many things in my time
But the most sucessful of all
Was an invention of mine they called punk rock
Aah, let me start from the beginning
If I just had four kids
Make sure they hate each other
Make sure they can't play
'n Beetje, verliefd is iedereen wel eens, dat weet je
Je wilt verstandig zijn, maar dat vergeet je
Zodra je naar wat amor fluistert, luistert
dan weet je, dat wordt weer net zoiets als Faust en Greetje