ieder zingt zijn eigen lied...
Forumonderwerp · 686045
865x bekeken
op een grote paddestoel rood met witte stippen
hiephiep hoera..!
(permanent verbannen)
ben jij een zwarte piet
zat kabouter spillebeen..
donateur
ik heb vandaag 6 uur in een bus gezeten.. heb genoeg flauwe liedjes gehoord nu... 
vooruit, nog 1 dan:
ik heb een pooooooooooooooooooootje met vet.....
vooruit, nog 1 dan:
ik heb een pooooooooooooooooooootje met vet.....
Alaaaaaaf!
laatste aanpassing
(permanent verbannen)
schade deutshland
ALLES IST VORBEI
al op de taaaaaafel gezet
3 maal 3 is 6 lala la alala
pipie langkous,werd ik eerder voor uitgescholden,toen mijn ma weer is 2 staartjes in m'n haar dee
pipie langkous,werd ik eerder voor uitgescholden,toen mijn ma weer is 2 staartjes in m'n haar dee
ik heb een potje potje potje potje met het vet...
laatste aanpassing
al op de tafel gezeeeeeeeeeeeeeet
(permanent verbannen)
3867238974023984023987423904832049892347902384-02394-9234923-=940-32940394032427647812634ste couplet
< Wilhelmus van Nassau ben ik van DUITSE bloed..
laatste aanpassing
(permanent verbannen)
koning van hispanje
Poesje mauw...
ik heb lekkere melk voor jou...
(permanent verbannen)
kom je gauw? ik wel
Atlijd is kortjakje ziek
midden in de week maar zondag niet
zondag gaat zij naar de kerk.....
????
midden in de week maar zondag niet
zondag gaat zij naar de kerk.....
????
laatste aanpassing
Oh wat heerlijk smullen wij.
Ken er nog een...
Vader Jacob...
Ken er nog een...
Vader Jacob...
zondags gaat HIJ na de kerk..
we gaan nog niet naar huis..
dikkertje dab
zat op de trap
smorgens vroeg om kwart over zeven
om de girafe een suikerklontje te geven
zat op de trap
smorgens vroeg om kwart over zeven
om de girafe een suikerklontje te geven
Groen is gras, groen is gras onder mijn voeten...
The weak or the strong, who got it goin on
You're dead wrong
The weak or the strong, who got it goin on
You're dead wrong
Relax and take notes, while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke
Throw you in a choke - gun smoke, gun smoke
Biggie Smalls for mayor, the rap slayer
The hooker layer - motherfucker say your prayers
Hail Mary full of grace.. smack the bitch in the face;
take her Gucci bag and the North Face
off her back, jab her if she act
funny with the money oh you got me mistaken honey
I don't wanna rape ya, I just want the paper
The Visa, kapeesha? I'm out like, "The Vapors"
Who's the one you call Mr. Macho, the head honcho
Swift fist like Camacho, I got so
much style I should be down wit the Stylistics
Make up to break up {*singing in background*} niggaz need to wake up
Smell the indonesia; beat you to a seizure
Then fuck your moms, hit the skins til amnesia
She don't remember shit! Just the two hits!
Her hittin the floor, and me hittin the clits!
Suckin on the tits! Had the hooker beggin for the dick
And your moms ain't ugly love; my dick got rock quick
I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown
I was "Humpin Around" and "Jump-in Around"
Jacked her then I asked her who's the man; she said, "B-I-G"
Then I bust in her E-Y-E (Yo Big, you're dead wrong)
When I get dusted, I like to spread the blood like mustard
Trust it, my hardcore rain leaves you rusted
Move over Lucifer, I'm more ruthless, huh
Leave your toothless, you'll kibbitz, I'll flip it
Tears don't affect me, I hit 'em with the tech G
Disrespect me - my potency is deadly
I'm shootin babies, no ifs ands or maybes
Hit mummy in the tummy if the hooker plays a dummy
Slit the wrist of little sis
After she sucked the dick, I stabbed her brother with the icepick
because he wanted me to fuck him from the back
but Smalls don't get down like that.. (no question)
Got your father hidin in a room; fucked him with the broom
Slit him down the back and threw salt in the wound
Who you think you're dealin with?
Anybody step into my path is fuckin feelin it!
Hardcore, I got it sucked like a pussy
Stab ya til you're gushy, so please don't push.. me
I'm using rubbers so they won't trace the semen
The black demon, got the little hookers screamin
Because you know I love it young, fresh and green
with no hair in between, know what I mean?
You're dead wrong
The weak or the strong, who got it goin on
You're dead wrong
Relax and take notes, while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke
Throw you in a choke - gun smoke, gun smoke
Biggie Smalls for mayor, the rap slayer
The hooker layer - motherfucker say your prayers
Hail Mary full of grace.. smack the bitch in the face;
take her Gucci bag and the North Face
off her back, jab her if she act
funny with the money oh you got me mistaken honey
I don't wanna rape ya, I just want the paper
The Visa, kapeesha? I'm out like, "The Vapors"
Who's the one you call Mr. Macho, the head honcho
Swift fist like Camacho, I got so
much style I should be down wit the Stylistics
Make up to break up {*singing in background*} niggaz need to wake up
Smell the indonesia; beat you to a seizure
Then fuck your moms, hit the skins til amnesia
She don't remember shit! Just the two hits!
Her hittin the floor, and me hittin the clits!
Suckin on the tits! Had the hooker beggin for the dick
And your moms ain't ugly love; my dick got rock quick
I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown
I was "Humpin Around" and "Jump-in Around"
Jacked her then I asked her who's the man; she said, "B-I-G"
Then I bust in her E-Y-E (Yo Big, you're dead wrong)
When I get dusted, I like to spread the blood like mustard
Trust it, my hardcore rain leaves you rusted
Move over Lucifer, I'm more ruthless, huh
Leave your toothless, you'll kibbitz, I'll flip it
Tears don't affect me, I hit 'em with the tech G
Disrespect me - my potency is deadly
I'm shootin babies, no ifs ands or maybes
Hit mummy in the tummy if the hooker plays a dummy
Slit the wrist of little sis
After she sucked the dick, I stabbed her brother with the icepick
because he wanted me to fuck him from the back
but Smalls don't get down like that.. (no question)
Got your father hidin in a room; fucked him with the broom
Slit him down the back and threw salt in the wound
Who you think you're dealin with?
Anybody step into my path is fuckin feelin it!
Hardcore, I got it sucked like a pussy
Stab ya til you're gushy, so please don't push.. me
I'm using rubbers so they won't trace the semen
The black demon, got the little hookers screamin
Because you know I love it young, fresh and green
with no hair in between, know what I mean?
..is toch van vader Abraham?
Nietes het is een ZIJ
nee hoor..
het is beide
Sinterklaas is jarig, zet hem op de pot,
oh, wat zal die stinken, doe de deur op slot.
Maak hem stiekem open en wat zie je dan?
De zak van Sinterklaas, sinterklaas....
oh, wat zal die stinken, doe de deur op slot.
Maak hem stiekem open en wat zie je dan?
De zak van Sinterklaas, sinterklaas....
o sjonge t is zo een dwaas
Als we beginnen met hele songtexten
I heard from a friend today
And she said you were in town
Suddenly the memories came back to me in
My mind
A wounded heart you gave,
My soul you took away
Good intentions you had many,
I know you did
I come from a place that hurts,
God knows how I've cried
And I never want to return
Never fall again
Making love to you felt so good and
Oh so right
How can I be strong I've asked myself
Time and time I've said
That I'll never fall in love with you again
So here we are alone again,
Didn't think I'd come to this
And to know it all began
With just a little kiss
I've come to close to happiness,
To have it swept away
Don't think I can take the pain
No never fall in love again
Kinda late in the game
And my heart is in your hands
Don't you stand there and then tell me
You love me..
'Cause I'm falling in love with you again
Hold me, hold me
Don't ever let go
Say it just one time
Say you love me
God knows I do love you again
I heard from a friend today
And she said you were in town
Suddenly the memories came back to me in
My mind
A wounded heart you gave,
My soul you took away
Good intentions you had many,
I know you did
I come from a place that hurts,
God knows how I've cried
And I never want to return
Never fall again
Making love to you felt so good and
Oh so right
How can I be strong I've asked myself
Time and time I've said
That I'll never fall in love with you again
So here we are alone again,
Didn't think I'd come to this
And to know it all began
With just a little kiss
I've come to close to happiness,
To have it swept away
Don't think I can take the pain
No never fall in love again
Kinda late in the game
And my heart is in your hands
Don't you stand there and then tell me
You love me..
'Cause I'm falling in love with you again
Hold me, hold me
Don't ever let go
Say it just one time
Say you love me
God knows I do love you again
who are you.to judge my anus...LALALALA
is toch van Clousseau?
die van mij? 
I'll shit on you -- da da, da da, da da
I'll shit on you -- da da, da da, da da
I'll shit on you -- da da, da da, da da
I'll shit on you -- da da, da da, da da
I'll shit on you! I will shit on you
I'll shit on you! Girl you know, its true
I'll shit on you! Bitch or man, its true
I'll shit on you! I will shit on you
[Swifty McVay]
I remain fatter than gluttony
Tapin bombs to the back of record companies
Blow 'em up if they ain't want me
The national guard, they scared to hunt me
I love beef; I got you hoes duckin me
A drug thief, bitch I'll take your marijuana
These slugs with keep your ass away from my corner
I drown niggaz in hundred degree saunas
You can act a fool if ya wanna (biatch!)
It's this lyrical piranha
Strapped wit a grenade, in the pool with ya mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom
Twist nothin up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got a problem
When I see 'em, you hoes endin up in a fuckin mausoleum
Or hidden in the trunk of a black and gold BM
Pull in the garage while you screamin
Keep the motor on then I'm leavin (I'll shit on you!)
I'll shit on you!
[Chorus: Eminem]
I will shit on you I don't care who you are
I'll shit on you!
I don't give a fuck about you or your car
I'll shit on you!
Fuck your house, fuck your jewelry and fuck your watch
I'll shit on you!
Fuck your wife, fuck your kids, fuck your family
I'll shit on you!
[Bizarre]
I'm a alcoholic, with the fuckin toilet
Pass the hotdogs (Bizarre aren't you Islamic?)
Bitch shut your fuckin mouth
I'ma keep eatin 'til Richard Simmons comes to my house
with a chain saw to cut me out (me out, me out!)
I'll fuck your wife, I had sex since I met her
Too busy fuckin wit {your twelve year old} baby sitter (hahaha)
And all women ain't shit - only good for cookin, cleanin
and sucking dick and thats it (I said it)
I was responsible for killin John Candy
Got Jon Benet Ramsey in my '98 Camry
I don't give a fuck who you are
I'll shit on anybody; truly yours the idiotic Bizarre
[Eminem]
My adolescent years weren't shit 'til what I do now
I never grew up I was born grown, and grew down
The older I get, the dumber the shit, I get in
The more ignorant, the incident is, I fit in
Ignorin the shit how borin it gets
when there's no one to hit
I don't know when to quit throwin a fit
I know I'm a bit flaky but they make me
Its they who rapped me and say they can take me
Its they who legs I brake and make achy
Its they who mistake me and make me so angry
(I'll shit on you!) I'll spit on you
start pissin and do the opposite on you
You weren't listenin, I said I'll cop a squat on you
Start spillin my guts like chicken cordon blew and
straight shit like Notorious B.I.G. did to that bitch
on his skit on his last album
Pull my pants downward..
[Chorus]
[Kon Artis]
Is Richard Pryor still alive?
If not I'm sicker than he was prior to him dyin (what?)
Born brainless, this steel ain't stainless
Your bloodstains are all over this steel god dang-it
Bitch bring it, these niggaz that I hang with
I hang you up naked by your ankles danglin (oww, oww)
My need I stay stranglin, I don't need your help
If you gon' give me the pussy
I'll un-loosen my belt (I'll shit on you!)
I'm what your daddy's not, your mom's kinda cock
Your sister tends court, your aunt supply her rocks
Buck fifty cross your neck
Floss your teck, I'll beat you wit it across your chest
[Kuniva]
Yo it's only right I jack your car keys and run
Spent all of my advancements on weed and guns
For fun, when I'm drunk
I'll run a truck through the weed house
Jump out and beat ya peeps down worst than Steve Stout
Put you in chokeholds I learned last week
From the Police man who caught me stealing weed from his jeep
(hey, hey, hey!) I see hoes biting, y'all don't wanna brawl
Thats like D-Bo fightin Peablo Bryson (I'll shit on you)
So what you hollerin and yellin about
I'll reach in your mouth and pull your fuckin skeleton out
Niggaz get hit wit a two piece; bling bling
Wit a poisonous sting, I'm such a violent thing
[Chorus]
[Eminem]
Once I get on two, hits of X
my disk slips and disconnects
'til I walk around this bitch with a twisted neck
But still shit on the first bitch who disrespects
(c'mon, I'll shit on you!) Over reaction is my only reaction
Which only sets off a chain reaction
and puts five more zainiac than maniacs in action
A rat pack in black jackets who pack ten
nine millimeters, five criminals pulling heaters
and spilling liters of blood like swimmin pools
Shiesty individuals shoot at bitches too {*bullets spray*}
A lot of people say misoginistic which is true
I don't deny it matter of fact I stand by it
So please stand by it before we start up a damn riot
If you don't wanna get stampeded then stand quiet
Boy, girl, dog, woman, man, child (I'll shit on you!)
I will shit on you I don't care who you are
I'll shit on you
I don't give a fuck about you or your car
I'll shit on you
Fuck your house, fuck your jewelry and fuck your watch
I'll shit on you
I will fuck you wife if you fuck with me
I'll shit on you
You heard me {*Eminem laughs*}
Bitch, I'll shit on you
D-12 will shit on you
I'll shit on you
Your life
Your wife
Your kids
Your car
I'll shit on you
Your house
Your spouse
Your rings
Your things
I'll shit on you
I'll shit on you
I'll shit on you
I'll shit on you
I'll shit on you -- da da, da da, da da
I'll shit on you -- da da, da da, da da
I'll shit on you -- da da, da da, da da
I'll shit on you! I will shit on you
I'll shit on you! Girl you know, its true
I'll shit on you! Bitch or man, its true
I'll shit on you! I will shit on you
[Swifty McVay]
I remain fatter than gluttony
Tapin bombs to the back of record companies
Blow 'em up if they ain't want me
The national guard, they scared to hunt me
I love beef; I got you hoes duckin me
A drug thief, bitch I'll take your marijuana
These slugs with keep your ass away from my corner
I drown niggaz in hundred degree saunas
You can act a fool if ya wanna (biatch!)
It's this lyrical piranha
Strapped wit a grenade, in the pool with ya mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom
Twist nothin up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got a problem
When I see 'em, you hoes endin up in a fuckin mausoleum
Or hidden in the trunk of a black and gold BM
Pull in the garage while you screamin
Keep the motor on then I'm leavin (I'll shit on you!)
I'll shit on you!
[Chorus: Eminem]
I will shit on you I don't care who you are
I'll shit on you!
I don't give a fuck about you or your car
I'll shit on you!
Fuck your house, fuck your jewelry and fuck your watch
I'll shit on you!
Fuck your wife, fuck your kids, fuck your family
I'll shit on you!
[Bizarre]
I'm a alcoholic, with the fuckin toilet
Pass the hotdogs (Bizarre aren't you Islamic?)
Bitch shut your fuckin mouth
I'ma keep eatin 'til Richard Simmons comes to my house
with a chain saw to cut me out (me out, me out!)
I'll fuck your wife, I had sex since I met her
Too busy fuckin wit {your twelve year old} baby sitter (hahaha)
And all women ain't shit - only good for cookin, cleanin
and sucking dick and thats it (I said it)
I was responsible for killin John Candy
Got Jon Benet Ramsey in my '98 Camry
I don't give a fuck who you are
I'll shit on anybody; truly yours the idiotic Bizarre
[Eminem]
My adolescent years weren't shit 'til what I do now
I never grew up I was born grown, and grew down
The older I get, the dumber the shit, I get in
The more ignorant, the incident is, I fit in
Ignorin the shit how borin it gets
when there's no one to hit
I don't know when to quit throwin a fit
I know I'm a bit flaky but they make me
Its they who rapped me and say they can take me
Its they who legs I brake and make achy
Its they who mistake me and make me so angry
(I'll shit on you!) I'll spit on you
start pissin and do the opposite on you
You weren't listenin, I said I'll cop a squat on you
Start spillin my guts like chicken cordon blew and
straight shit like Notorious B.I.G. did to that bitch
on his skit on his last album
Pull my pants downward..
[Chorus]
[Kon Artis]
Is Richard Pryor still alive?
If not I'm sicker than he was prior to him dyin (what?)
Born brainless, this steel ain't stainless
Your bloodstains are all over this steel god dang-it
Bitch bring it, these niggaz that I hang with
I hang you up naked by your ankles danglin (oww, oww)
My need I stay stranglin, I don't need your help
If you gon' give me the pussy
I'll un-loosen my belt (I'll shit on you!)
I'm what your daddy's not, your mom's kinda cock
Your sister tends court, your aunt supply her rocks
Buck fifty cross your neck
Floss your teck, I'll beat you wit it across your chest
[Kuniva]
Yo it's only right I jack your car keys and run
Spent all of my advancements on weed and guns
For fun, when I'm drunk
I'll run a truck through the weed house
Jump out and beat ya peeps down worst than Steve Stout
Put you in chokeholds I learned last week
From the Police man who caught me stealing weed from his jeep
(hey, hey, hey!) I see hoes biting, y'all don't wanna brawl
Thats like D-Bo fightin Peablo Bryson (I'll shit on you)
So what you hollerin and yellin about
I'll reach in your mouth and pull your fuckin skeleton out
Niggaz get hit wit a two piece; bling bling
Wit a poisonous sting, I'm such a violent thing
[Chorus]
[Eminem]
Once I get on two, hits of X
my disk slips and disconnects
'til I walk around this bitch with a twisted neck
But still shit on the first bitch who disrespects
(c'mon, I'll shit on you!) Over reaction is my only reaction
Which only sets off a chain reaction
and puts five more zainiac than maniacs in action
A rat pack in black jackets who pack ten
nine millimeters, five criminals pulling heaters
and spilling liters of blood like swimmin pools
Shiesty individuals shoot at bitches too {*bullets spray*}
A lot of people say misoginistic which is true
I don't deny it matter of fact I stand by it
So please stand by it before we start up a damn riot
If you don't wanna get stampeded then stand quiet
Boy, girl, dog, woman, man, child (I'll shit on you!)
I will shit on you I don't care who you are
I'll shit on you
I don't give a fuck about you or your car
I'll shit on you
Fuck your house, fuck your jewelry and fuck your watch
I'll shit on you
I will fuck you wife if you fuck with me
I'll shit on you
You heard me {*Eminem laughs*}
Bitch, I'll shit on you
D-12 will shit on you
I'll shit on you
Your life
Your wife
Your kids
Your car
I'll shit on you
Your house
Your spouse
Your rings
Your things
I'll shit on you
I'll shit on you
I'll shit on you
I'll shit on you
hmmzz..
laat me raden??
2pac!
laat me raden??
2pac!
mijn liedje
FUCK die mietjes met hun geharste borst,en hun
opgepompte biceps,die elkaar pijpen en op
tv met hun lul zwaaien
FUCK die koreanen en met hun te dure fruit en hun
bloemen in plasic,na 10 jaar 'nog niet
praten engels'
FUCK die beursjongens die zichzelf geweldig
vinden,Michel Douglas wannabees die
hardwerkende mensen uitkleden
FUCK die kakwijfen uit Upper East Side met hun te
dure shawls en artisjokken.Volgevreten
smoelen die glimmend strak staan
daar trapt geen mens in schat
FUCK die corrupte agenten die onstoppers in je
hol proppen..en elkaar vrolijk dekken
jullie schenden ons vertrouwen
FUCK die priesters,die in de broekjes van kinderen
gaan
FUCK de kerken die hen dekken,en J.C die er goed
van af kwam,een dagje kruis,'n weekendje hel
en eeuwige roem van de engelen
FUCK Osama Bin laden,al Qaeda en al die
fundamentalistische holbewoners,
namens de onschuldige doden..hoop ik dat
jullie met al je 72 hoeren branden in een hel
van kerosine..
vaatdoekdrogende kamelenneukers jullie kunnen
m'n nederlandse reet likken
FUCK die mietjes met hun geharste borst,en hun
opgepompte biceps,die elkaar pijpen en op
tv met hun lul zwaaien
FUCK die koreanen en met hun te dure fruit en hun
bloemen in plasic,na 10 jaar 'nog niet
praten engels'
FUCK die beursjongens die zichzelf geweldig
vinden,Michel Douglas wannabees die
hardwerkende mensen uitkleden
FUCK die kakwijfen uit Upper East Side met hun te
dure shawls en artisjokken.Volgevreten
smoelen die glimmend strak staan
daar trapt geen mens in schat
FUCK die corrupte agenten die onstoppers in je
hol proppen..en elkaar vrolijk dekken
jullie schenden ons vertrouwen
FUCK die priesters,die in de broekjes van kinderen
gaan
FUCK de kerken die hen dekken,en J.C die er goed
van af kwam,een dagje kruis,'n weekendje hel
en eeuwige roem van de engelen
FUCK Osama Bin laden,al Qaeda en al die
fundamentalistische holbewoners,
namens de onschuldige doden..hoop ik dat
jullie met al je 72 hoeren branden in een hel
van kerosine..
vaatdoekdrogende kamelenneukers jullie kunnen
m'n nederlandse reet likken
D nummer 12
nee gordon
nee joh!
--> Gerard joling en Jamai (duet)
--> Gerard joling en Jamai (duet)
Wenn der rote Silbermond in den Bergen versinkt,
und die dicke Monika dich zum Randewut zwingt!
Schenk im prallen Sonnenschein noch ein paar Tequila ein,
und du wirst sehn, das wird doch noch ganz schön!
Verliebte Fischer ziehn mit den Booten die Berge hinauf,
grüss mir die Gemse, den Adler, den Rotbarsch...Bergmann Glück auf!
Und wenn der Sommer, die Träume, das Glück und die Rosen vergehn,
klingt die Suzuki am Hafen teilweise doppelt so schön!
Und die blonde Hildegard manche Träne vergiesst,
weil der wilde Mario ihr den Urlaub vermiest!
Doch die schöne Sommernacht ist nich nur für 2 gemacht,
wenn die Sangria am Palmenstrand fliesst!
Verliebte Fischer ziehn mit den Booten die Berge hinauf,
grüss mir die Gemse, den Adler, den Rotbarsch...Bergmann Glück auf!
Und wenn dann Liebe und Palmen und Hoffnung und Mondschein vergehn,
klingt die Suzuki am Stadtrand im grossen und ganzen noch schön!
Liebling, du weisst, das hier is nix für schwache Nerven,
doch eines Tages kehrst du nach Bielefeld zurück,
und dann wirst du diesen Brüdern vom Reisebüro
aber mal gehörig den Mars blasen!
Verliebte Fischer ziehn mit den Booten die Berge hinauf,
grüss mir die Gemse, den Adler, den Rotbarsch...Bergmann Glück auf!
und wenn dann Glück und Vertrauen und Sehnsucht und alles vergehn,
klingt die Suzuki am Bahnhof doch alles in allem noch schön!
Verliebte Fischer ziehn mit den Booten die Berge hinauf,
grüss mir die Gemse, den Adler, den Rotbarsch...Bergmann Glück auf!
Und wenn auch Felder und Wiesen und Zelder und Dörfer vergehn,
klingt unterm Strich die Suzuki im Bergwerk trotz allem noch schön!
...klingt unterm Strich die Suzuki im Bergwerk teilweise noch schön!
und die dicke Monika dich zum Randewut zwingt!
Schenk im prallen Sonnenschein noch ein paar Tequila ein,
und du wirst sehn, das wird doch noch ganz schön!
Verliebte Fischer ziehn mit den Booten die Berge hinauf,
grüss mir die Gemse, den Adler, den Rotbarsch...Bergmann Glück auf!
Und wenn der Sommer, die Träume, das Glück und die Rosen vergehn,
klingt die Suzuki am Hafen teilweise doppelt so schön!
Und die blonde Hildegard manche Träne vergiesst,
weil der wilde Mario ihr den Urlaub vermiest!
Doch die schöne Sommernacht ist nich nur für 2 gemacht,
wenn die Sangria am Palmenstrand fliesst!
Verliebte Fischer ziehn mit den Booten die Berge hinauf,
grüss mir die Gemse, den Adler, den Rotbarsch...Bergmann Glück auf!
Und wenn dann Liebe und Palmen und Hoffnung und Mondschein vergehn,
klingt die Suzuki am Stadtrand im grossen und ganzen noch schön!
Liebling, du weisst, das hier is nix für schwache Nerven,
doch eines Tages kehrst du nach Bielefeld zurück,
und dann wirst du diesen Brüdern vom Reisebüro
aber mal gehörig den Mars blasen!
Verliebte Fischer ziehn mit den Booten die Berge hinauf,
grüss mir die Gemse, den Adler, den Rotbarsch...Bergmann Glück auf!
und wenn dann Glück und Vertrauen und Sehnsucht und alles vergehn,
klingt die Suzuki am Bahnhof doch alles in allem noch schön!
Verliebte Fischer ziehn mit den Booten die Berge hinauf,
grüss mir die Gemse, den Adler, den Rotbarsch...Bergmann Glück auf!
Und wenn auch Felder und Wiesen und Zelder und Dörfer vergehn,
klingt unterm Strich die Suzuki im Bergwerk trotz allem noch schön!
...klingt unterm Strich die Suzuki im Bergwerk teilweise noch schön!
oja stom van me
wat kunnen jullie liedjes snel typen...
goed he 
ben wonderbaarlijk