Every tiny step
Every tiny step you're making when you walk
around, every tiny
step, every time you hit the ground, every tiny step is witnessed
by my eyes, my dear: I'm a detective. Every tiny word coming from
your tiny mouth, every tiny word, no matter what you talk about,
every tiny word is witnessed by my ears, my dear: I'm a detective.
No movement is escaping my eyes, no sound is escaping my ears. I
will go where you go: I'm on a mission from love. I'm a private
detective paid by myself. I gotta find out how I can win ye all
for myself. And every tiny thing you put on your fingerprints,
every tiny thing, every note and every hint, every tiny thing is
witnessed by my gloves, my love: I'm a detective.
My 2nd home
My 2nd home is near my first just around
the corner. The fitting-
up is totally different, but it is my home. I am no man of very
thirst, but I'm drinking all day long. Temptation's high,
resistance's low for a beer in my own bar. Waiter, here's my
order. Waiter, gimme a beer please. Waiter, make it two. Come on
and join me in my 2nd home, you are welcome in my 2nd home. Come
on and visit me and my 2nd home, you are welcome in my 2nd home.
The local gentry they pop their eyes when I play a game of poker.
Who's gonna beat me, I hung the mirrors, I can look right at their
cards. And all the women they clap their hands when I'm dancing on
the table. I don't dance in disco's, I don't dance in ballrooms,
but I like to dance at home.
Since Jenny ran away I lost my grip on life.
Shall I blame it on
the season? Shall I blame it on the fall? Since Jenny ran away I
lost my grip on life.
Jenny, I don't want you back, Jenny, I got to get out, Jenny ,I
wanna lose that lovin' feeling. Jenny, my heart beats for you,
Jenny, but I got to come through, Jenny, I wanna lose that loving
feeling. Since Jenny ran away I lost my grip on life
I can't get hurt, I'm a man (macho man).
Pain is absurd, I'm a man
(macho man). I live my life of loneliness in fortune and fame. I
live my life of loneliness in pleasure without pain. I can't get
hurt, I'm a clown (macho clown). I laugh at myself, last laugh is
on me (macho laugh). I live my life of loneliness in fortune and
fame. I live my life of loneliness in pleasure without pain and I
just take no notice of the things that would accuse some pain.
'Cos any pain would make my walls turn grey, would take my smile
away, would break my world in two, the world I built up without
you. Any pain would make me cry in bed, would make me wish I'm
dead, would break my world in two, the world I've built up without
you (would make me cry instead/ would make me wish my death)
Bobby, Roger & Eileen
Bobby, Roger & Eileen; two of them will
go to the chappel, two of
them will gonna get married. But it only takes two for a tango.
Bobby and Eileen they meet in the park. Bobby likes her lips,
Eileen likes his eyes. Roger and Eileen they meet in the dark,
Eileen talks so smart and Roger never lies.
Bobby, Roger & Eileen; Bobby has some more appeal, but Roger has
the oldest rights. And it only takes two for a quick-step. Bobby
and Eileen they're kissing all night long. Bobby has more money,
Bobby has a car. Roger and Eileen? Roger is writing songs. Roger
is a poet, he has a guitar. Bobby, Roger & Eileen...
Oh Eileen, two and one makes three. Unpleasant luxury. You have to
make a choice in these old-fashioned days. Oh Eileen, these boys
will not give up, they both think they will win, Oh Eileen you
have to make a choice in these old-fashioned days. Bobby, Roger &
Eileen one of them will cry tonight, two of them will go to the
And what I also like
Tickling is the kind of favour I ask every
woman in my
neighbourhood. Tickling is the kind of feeling that turns every
evening from bad into good. Tickling has that kind of humour, oh
physical humour means so much to me. Tickle, tickle me five
minutes, tickle me an hour and I belong to you. And what I also
like is lying on the ground, while girls are trying to drop some
grapes into my mouth. In my eyes and in my hair, throw your grapes
everywhere, but throw one in my mouth and I belong to you!
Love games, I've found them odd and dull. Love games, I don't like
'm at all. But my games are fun and easy to do. My games, play one
of my games and I belong to you. And what I also like is number 69
while I am kissing your feet and you are kissing mine. But when
you ask me honestly what is really pleasing me: kiss my little toe
and I belong to you!
I'm lying in my bed and I can't get asleep.
My head is full of
melodies and I am counting sheep. DebbieDebbieDebbie I'm so down.
DebbieDebbieDebbie I'm so tired.
I'll stop this counting sheep, they're messin' up the floor and
actually I cannot even stand no sheep no more
let's count something else: abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz
The sound of clarinets is going round my head. I wonder if these
clarinets will never go to bed.
I can't stop counting sheep, I just can't feel asleep.
I'm lying in my bed and I can't get asleep. I never use them pills
'cos the sandman's sand is cheap. I'm lying in my bed and I can't
get asleep, my head is full of melodies and I am counting sheep.
I'm tired of clarinets go peep-peep round my head, I wonder if
these clarinets will never go to bed.
Another prayer to the holy Son: use Your
power something has to be
done! Send my baby to the nearest telephone and let her tell me
she's in love to the bone... I am not a regular visitor of the
cathedral and my calendar shows only six days and a day to revive,
but now I'm in the church to pray for a wife 'cos my love for her
is more than I can bear.
Forgotten memories from Sunday-school among old ladies and the
village fool. I have no psalmbook it's a crazy view: me behind a
pillar on the hindmost pew but my love for her is more than I can
bear. Who will stop the reverend's mouth - so he whispers, so he
shouts - but what he's talking about doesn't really help me out,
doesn't really touch my soul, doesn't interest me at all. Why I
came here for is: my love for her is more than I can bear
The service is over, now I need a drink. At least the service gave
me time to think. I'll call my baby from the nearest telephone and
tell her honestly that I'm so alone 'cos my love for her is more
than I can bear
In my hometown
In my hometown lived a girl who turned all
the bad and evil into
love. She didn't look so up to date, but turned all the rust and
iron into gold. She had something in her way that made everybody
gay, she was a girl, worth more than a thousand others. Oh I don't
know how to put and I don't know what to say but she was fine, so
fine. On her school she was no hero never won a price on sports,
that kind of things. But when she entered any place it was not
only the doorbell she made ring. She didn't read much in the
bible, heaven was no home to her, but she was worth more than a
thousand angels. Oh I don't know how to put it and I don't know
what to say but she was fine, so fine.
But there's the man from lovely fairy tales; takes her on his
white Arabian horse, runs to where the sun goes down - on his head
a little crown - a dot on the horizon waves goodbye.
Well, some gents will understand why I'm telling this and what is
on my mind. I didn't take part in the action, yes, the credit-list
is missing my own sign. Now there's one thing I regret, reading
back what I just said, but you may guess what I'm thinking now...
(I wish that she'd been mine)
Wounds of love
Don't send me no roses for my wedding day.
Don't send me no
presents, you better stay away. 'Cos how easily I could, I could
fall in love again; it would be horrible, a question mark on a
wedding day. Now I'm gonna marry the girl who loves me the most. I
suppose that we'll get happy, but still there's your ghost. 'Cos
how easily I could, I could fall in love again/ it would be
horrible, a question mark on a wedding toast...
Wounds of love will never heal completely, I'll never be the same
again, deep scars on my heart: wounds of love will never heal
completely, never heal completely never heal.
Oh how easily I could fall in love again: here comes the bride
with her hesitating man!
wounds of love will never heal completely, I'll never be the same
again, deep scars on my heart: wounds of love will never heal
completely, no no, I don't wanna pay attention to them, but I feel
them in my heart. Oh I wish I'd never met you baby, wounds of love
will never heal completely, never heal completely never heal
no no roses, well baby don't send me, no no roses for my wedding
day/ how easily I could fall in love again
I've been watching you for some time, running
frankly in and out
my door. I tell you now that you're a bit mistaken for what you
think that you can use me for. Because I'm not your stand-by man,
ready for you whenever you please. Oh, no, I'm not your stand-by
man, ready for you day and night.
The other night you left my home, cursing. Words that I may better
not repeat. And now you're back and want me to caress you baby,
but I will give you none of what you need.
Maybe when I'm old and senile I'll be in for all your plans. But
it gives over two billion women; for at least one I'll be an all-