admin In dem blauen Haus hinter den Gleisen Lockt Mama Marokko zu sozialen Preisen Du kriegst Kaffee mit Rum und flüssiges Brot Dein Horskop gegen Geld, umsonst ist der Tod Mama Marokko, Mama Marokko, Mama Marokko Sie drückt dich an die Brust so fest sie kann Sie hat ein großes Herz und nichts darüber an Arme … Weiterlesen …
If you see me walking down the streets And I start to cry each time we meet Walk on by Walk on by and make believe That I can see the tears that let me grieve In private ‚ cos each time I see you I just wanna cry Walk on by I just can‘t … Weiterlesen …
I ain’t superstitious, but a black cat just crossed my trail Don’t sweep me, don’t beat me, I might get put in jail When my right hand itches, I get money for sure But when my left eye jumps, somebody’s got to go I ain’t superstitious … The dogs are howlin’, all over the neighborhood … Weiterlesen …
Das ist doch viel zu laut hier Das ist doch viel zu laut Wir gehn mal vor die Tür Das ist doch viel zu ruppig Das ist doch viel zu rack Wir gehn mal an den Fluss Immer an dem Fluss lang An dem blauen Nil Wir suchen Johann Hölzel Wir gehn zu Fuß nach … Weiterlesen …
Senor Blues is what they call him way donw Mexicali way Senoritas fallin’ for him with the hope that he will stay By the time that they love him Senor Blues done gone away He’s tall and good lookin’ and he always knows just what to say he’s tall and good lookin’ and he always … Weiterlesen …
Whether you’re young or old Whether you’re hot or cold Whether you’re big or small Whether you’re short or tall Whether you’re his or mine Whether you’re dead or fine Whether it’s summer or fall It doesn’t matter at all! You gotta Rock the Boogaloo Rock the Boogaloo
That’s all right now, mama That’s all right for you That’s all right now, mama Anyway you do Mama she done told me Daddy told me too some little girl you foolin with She ain’t no good for you But that’s all right now, mama That’s all right for you That’s all right now, mama … Weiterlesen …
They call it stormy Monday, but tuesday’s just as bad They call it stormy Monday, but tuesday’s just as bad Wednesday’s even worse, thursday’s awful sad The eagle flies on friday, saturday I go out to play The eagle flies on friday, saturday I go out to play Sunday I go to church where I … Weiterlesen …
What am i doing here? All dressed up and nowhere to go So goodness me I am sitting here Should have met her an hour ago So full of misery Said she’d meet me at half past eight Thought she was going to be late Then she called me on the telephone She said she’s … Weiterlesen …
I’ve been thinking about what you have done to me The damage is much deeper than you’ll ever see Hit me like a hammer to my head I wonder were you pushed or were you led? Why did you do it? Why did you do that thing to me? Why did you do it? Why … Weiterlesen …