Tent (Hofstede)
He spent his nights
On camping sites
Can this sun tan
Make him a man
He's in one of the tents
She's in one of the tent tent tent tent
(Camping gaz)
(Can can vas)
(Pins and poles)
(Tins in holes)
You're frightened of
My freckles love
Can this sun tan
Make him a man
(Camping gaz)
(Can can vas)
(Radio noise)
Here she comes
There she goes
I know she's in one of the tents
A to B; C to D (Peters)
Hello my name is Mr Reasonable
Always willing to lend an ear
I am amazed by all your senseless talking
And the silly notions I hear
You said nothing
Nothing can change your mind
Some fools believe there's gonna be a change
Still I do not believe anymore
They say a brand new world is coming our way
Yes we've heard that story before
Facts and figures
There's no spirit at all
Our world is so real is so terribly real
That I never dreamt it could be
It may fulfill the dreams of engineers
But it will not do for me
A to B; C to D
The Young Reporter
(Hofstede)
Hands up
He said
If you move a little bit you're dead
I want the [melody?] that you were about to get
Tonight
They win
I'm in a cellar and I have to stay in
I have to write a song whether it's right or wrong
Here comes the young reporter
In his overcoat
I'm on the tape recorder
In his motorboat
Is he coming in time for me
Click clack
Turn the key
They [have come?] to transport me
I'll get used to music mystery
Black car
Dark street
Red light
High speed
The rope is tight around my hands and feet
Too late
It's done
I'm on a record and I'll have to stay on
It's on the playlist with a little luck it's number one
4 Ankles
(Peters/Hofstede)
Steps on the carpet
Your partner is perfect
Steps on the lino
To teach you to tango
It takes two more lessons
Then I got the chances
To meet all the girls who
Are waiting for dances
Put on the blazer
And even my razor said
You got two flat feet
But she will not notice that
She's wearing glasses
Got pimples on her nose
And while we were dancing
She was stepping on my toes
In the dance for four ankles
I was on flat feet bad feet
Step on toes of pretty girls
Step by step the lesson's complete
My cheek and your cheek
My knees and your knees
My hand in your hand
Oh girl can't you understand
That I got the need for
Your feet on my feet and
My hand in your hand and
My cheek on your cheek
Step by step by step by step by step
I take a step
Hook of Holland
(Hofstede)
Cabin 80
Cabin 80 to way out
I am waiting
Did you see me in the crowd
Hook of Holland 6 AM
Someone shouted tell me where I am
Hook of Holland trains and boats
Someone said it's raining overcoats
See the man on
See the man on the quay
There's a girl from Switzerland
In the same compartment
Humming trains and boats and planes
On a street in Rotterdam
Back in 1925
There's a woman and a man
Black and white a photograph
Wonder if they're still alive
Wonder if they're still alive
Frozen Fred
(Peters)
This is a story you haven't heard
You may not believe it's true
What happened to this cat called Frozen Fred
Could happen to me and to you
Fred had a passion for frozen food
And TV dinners too
He hated the merciless summer sun
The weekly barbecue
Spends his summer
In the swimming pool
Trying desperately to keep it cool
Girls girls girls walk by
They do not see him
They don't even try
They don't even try
Won't even try
No one shook hands with Frozen Fred
His hands were too cold to hold
Isn't it tragic isn't it sad
They left him in the cold
No safari to hot Africa
He booked a passage to Antarctica
He's doing well among the esquimoes
They even gave him one of their igloes
Igloe oe oe oes, oe oe oe oes
There's no place in our world today
For weirdos like Frozen Fred
They found him one morning cold and still
So sad Frozen Fred is dead
No warm day for Frozen Fred
They've frozen him cold and deep
So many a century from now
He might wake up from his sleep
Ping Pong
(Hofstede)
Young red guards will fight the waves on yellow river
There to face a force ten typhoon tiger mountain
Are we playing ping pong
I'm on your side
You're on my side
I'm on your side
You're on my side
We play or fight
On this table
I am able
On this table
You are able
To win tonight
Are we playing ping pong
Golden bamboos grow on our chuang mountain
Ah the red stars on our caps the guns in our hands
I'm on your side
You're on my side
I'm on your side
You're on my side
We play or fight
Tutti Ragazzi
(Hofstede)
On the backseat of a motorscooter
It's so crazy what I'm doing to her
80 miles on the rocks
It's a kid or a crash
Tutti ragazzi with Italian shoes
It doesn't matter if they win or lose
Together we know what to do as long as you
Keep on dancing
keep on dancing
Was it love at first sight
When I saw her that night
Be my lover tonight
Pretty A and B-side
No no bambini for me
Fruiti di mare for you
Pizza margherita
Signorina it's true
Out of Suburbia
(Peters)
Life is so boring
Out of Suburbia
You tend to forget you're alive at all
Houses are piled up high
Reaching out for the sky
They make you feel so very small
No one's out there in the streets
There is not a soul to meet
Vintage violence
Midnight fever
Restlessness is all I know
Smash up the windows
Tear down the buildings
Should have done so long ago
Seems the world is standing still
I feel at home in the subway
It's staying under the ground
Don't wanna see this dirty old town
Some speak about changing
And rearranging
A better world for you and I
Static structures
Concrete jungles
Don't believe their dirty lies
Vintage violence get them all
Vintage violence get them all
Bungalow
(Hofstede)
He lives in a bungalow
He lives in a bungalow
Sits on a couch and
Looks at a color show
He lives in a bungalow
He lives in a bungalow
Different cars in
A garage down below
Look at my etchings on the wall
Look at the lampshade in the hall
They told me it's hand-made from Japan
They sold me a ready-made again
We like middle of the road we're
Living in the middle of the room
She lives in a bungalow
She lives in a bungalow
Sits on a sofa
Looks at the colour show
Doing the dishies by machine
She is the wedgewood kitchen queen
Sits at the pool with
Martini cool she's
Getting too fat and
He's a fool
They like middle of the road they're
Living in the middle of the room
1:30
(Peters)
I can't sleep
Counting sheep
The hours slowly slip away
Half past one
Half past two
Someone please tell me what to do
I'll fix myself a drink
So now I leave the bed
My thoughts they rule my head
Hear that hum
There's a buzz
I think about the two of us
Who is wrong
Who is right
This question keeps me up all night
You're living in a world
That's made up by yourself
Hey honey you need help
Just like the sun
Just like the sun
Just like the sun you came my way
I couldn't run
Couldn't hide
Between dawn and dusk you had your day
Did I tell you
There's no future for the sun
One day your time has come
Half past one
Half past two
Half past one
Half past two
...
Johnny Said: Silver
(Hofstede)
Johnny and Betty they dreamed
Of all the beautiful things
They had seen inside a magazine
And he was reading lots of different books and Betty
Betty she didn't mind
She had a mirror to look behind
The kitchen was made for you
The TV is on for two
It must have been a happy life
Still there were feelings inside
And sometimes she would sit up and drink all night
And he was reading lots of different books and Betty
Betty she didn't mind
She had a mirror to look behind
The kitchen was made for you
The TV is on for two
Johnny said silver
She said gold
She's only eighteen years and
He's getting too old
Who's the Killer
(Hofstede)
Whatever happened to Mrs Malloo
When they found her this morning
She had been shot thru' the head
And with the blood on the bed
The killer wrote 'Good Mourning'
This is a mystery
Next one could be you or me
Who's the killer
Where's the gun
King Kong killer in a tropical thriller
Stepping out of the bamboo
Banana bullet will never go through it
So what else could this ape do
This is a tragedy
Edgar Allan poetry
Who's the killer
Where's the
Billy the Kid he wasn't able to hit
The head of poor Mrs Malloo
Bungalow Bill tell us who did you kill
Someone has done it before you
Killer's on the run
He's the lucky one
The killer
The gun
Ooh tequila
Where's the rum
Who's the killer
Where's the gun
Take a Piece
(Hofstede)
Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday's gone
Friday Saturday Sunday is no fun
Mr Moonshine that girl is mine
For a long time I was wrong
Take a piece of my heart
Take a piece of my heart
[I?] don't know what to do with it
As long as you're not losing it
You keep it for some years
Have you seen the magazine
The photograph where she was on
She could be a money-honey
In a wolsely sixty-one
How many years ago
I don't know
I don't know
How many years ago
I don't know
I don't know
Suddenly there's 7-up
For you and me and you did run
Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday and Sunday
Seven days they are no fun
When the lady's gone
Take a piece of my heart
Tent (reprise)
(Hofstede)
(Your name)
(Address)
(Place of birth)
(Passport number)
(Tickets please)
(Boarding cards)
(Queue here)
(Ladies)
(Gentlemen)
(This way)
(Way out)
Bachelor boy
Sixteen days off
Looking for a
Holiday love
On camping sites
He spends his nights
Can this sun tan
Make him a man
P R factor
Number ten ten
You're frightened of
My freckles love
Can this sun tan
Make him a man
Umbrella
(Hofstede)
'One hour cleaning'
That's what they say
But they kept my raincoat
For more than a day
One hour shower
I'm soaking wet
between the wellingtons we met
You should see the neigbours and family
When I bring that sweetheart home (with me)
To (for tea)
Day (can see)
That I'm in love with umbrella
And I wish I could tell her
That I'm not like other fellows
'Cos I'm in love with umbrella
I'm not really interested
In a pretty parasol
For our love would not have lasted
In the rain and fall
Some Other Night
(Peters)
The evening has come to an end
Although we were very close friends
Somehow it ends
I met you a long time ago
I don't think that you'll ever know
I miss you so
I hope you come see me tonight
The last time you looked out of sight
Looked out of sight
Instead of you watching TV
You might spend an evening with me
Maybe you'll see
There's more between you and I
Than empty words and space
I'd love to see your face
When I talk to you on the phone
You stop me from feeling alone
Feeling alone
You said that you will but you won't
You promised to do but you don't
Do but you don't
You promised me once before
You never got past my door
You let me down once before
The evening has come to an end
I don't think that I call again
Somehow it ends
You said you come and see me tonight
You didn't so I have to try
Some other night
Harrow Accident
(Peters)
Girl you look so pale you need a holiday
Why not take a break in the Scottish hills
This turned out to be a very bad advice
That I [do?] regret and always will
Took you to St Pancras and supplied the fare
You took my arm and smiled at me
How was I to know this would be the very last time
THat we were together you and me
It seems like yesterday
The day you went away
Somehow you couldn't stay
Royal Scot was running up the Western route
At eighty miles an hour or even more
When it left the rails at the points near Harrow Town
More than a hundred killed was the tragic score