Iedereen is gek (behalve jij)!
woorden: Marco Roelofs
Ze drinkt koffie met haar buurvrouw dagelijks van één tot twee
Of zij The Bold ook heeft gezien, gisteravond op t.v.
Maar buurvrouw heeft het niet gezien, er was Europacup
Dus zat haar Karel met sjaal en pet te schreeuwen naar zijn club
Arme Libelle-bel dit is waar zij voor leeft
Kletsen met die Margriet-griet is alles wat ze heeft
En iedereen is gek behalve jij
Slurpend aan de koffie, eensgezind, dat jeugdhuis moet maar dicht
Ze spreken schande over die van nummer 13, want dat is een nicht!
Maar haar man Jos dat is de held, de held die haar beflikkerd
Die pakt alles waar een gat in zit, maar zij is blind en te verkikkerd
Haar recht is het aanrecht, dat hebben ze haar geleerd!
En ze weet wel dat ze meer kan, ze heeft 't geprobeerd!
Ze wil graag Engels leren, maar haar man vindt dat te duur!
Of ze wel weet wat dat kost, zo'n grote motor in de schuur?
Hij zegt ze moet niet zeuren want ze komt toch niets te kort?
En dat ze beter kan gaan breien voor als ze moeder wordt!
Er is veel meer dat je kunt, er is veel meer dat je weet
Is dit echt alles waar jij voor leeft?
Watch me play
words: Marco Roelofs
It's not about the glamour, not about the chicks
It's just about this feeling, just about these kicks
It's not the sale of records, not me the shining star
They're just my ways of living, my passions as they are
Watch me play, I just know a few chords on my guitar
It's not about the drugs, not about the booze
just about rock 'n roll, the energy I use
It's not about the make up, not about being cool
It's all about surviving and music is my tool
Watch me play, I just know a few chords on my guitar
Hear me sing, I just sound like Dylan with a too tight bra
It's not about the glamour, not about the chicks
It's just about this feeling, just about these kicks
It's not the sale of records, not me the shining star
They're just my ways of living, my passions as they are
Watch me play, I just know a few chords on my guitar
Hear me sing, I just sound like Dylan with a too tight bra
It's not about who you are, it's all about what you do
It's not about what you do, it's all about who you are
Overture/Everybody Loves Me...
words: Marco Roelofs
arranged by: David Dramm
music: Metropole Orchestra
Some tell me I'm a king, a winner, a god
It sounds cool but pity me I'm not
Some hate me, spread lies, and disgust me
I like to smash their faces but that's not me
Why do people hold me for a perfect guy?
Why do people hate me without knowing why?
Everybody loves me & everybody hates me
You talk too loud to get my trust
One day your smile will be bust
You look too phony to make me believe
What is that you wanna achieve?
Jealous cowards, jealous cowards!
Who are they who hold me for a fuckin' hero?
Who are they who love me less than zero?
United Scum
words: Marco Roelofs
arranged by: Martin Fondse
music: Metropole Orchestra
Fools, punks and skins united as one
Don't talk about politics just have fun
People say we're scumbags, but we don't care
We will never disappear, we're always be here
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Scum is what you call us
Scum is what we will be
Scum is what you call us
Scum is all you see
We don't give a fuck which crowd you're in
It doesn't make sense what's the color of your skin
Bald, boots, long hair or converse shoes
Welcome to the crowd, united scum rules
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We're just us, UNITED SCUM!
Have a right to speak, UNITED SCUM!
Call us what you want, UNITED SCUM!
Can't break us down, UNITED SCUM!
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