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  • hollandadan bıkmayan brel'in yaslılık ve olum temalı sarkısı

    quand je serai vieux je serai insupportable
    sauf pour mon lit et mon maigre passé
    mon chien sera mort ma barbe sera minable
    toutes mes morues m'auront laissé tomber
    j'habiterai une quelconque belgique
    oui m'insultera tout autant que maintenant
    quand je lui chanterai vive la république
    vivent les belgiens merde pour les flamingants...
    la... la... la...
    la... la... la...

    je serai fui comme un vieil hôpital
    par tous les ventres de haute société
    je boirai donc seul ma pension de cigale
    il faut bien être lorsque l'on a été
    je ne serai reçu que par les chats du quartier
    a leur festin pour qu'ils ne soient pas treize
    mais j'y chanterai sur une simple chaise
    j'y chanterai après le rat crevé
    messieurs dans le lit de la marquise
    c'était moi les quatre-vingt chasseurs...
    la... la... la

    quand viendra l'heure imbécile et fatale
    où il paraît que quelqu'un nous appelle
    j'insulterai le flic sacerdotal
    penché vers moi comme un larbin du ciel
    et je mourirai cerné de rigolos
    en me disant qu'il était chouette voltaire
    et que si y en a des qu'ont une plume au chapeau
    y en a des qui ont une plume dans le derrière...
    la... la... la
    la... la... la

    quand je serai vieux je serai insupportable
    sauf pour mon lit et mon maigre passé
    mon chien sera mort ma barbe sera minable
    toutes mes morues m'auront laissé tomber
  • aux suivants albumunde arno tarafından icra edilmistir
  • gelmiş geçmiş en popüler şarkı sözü, bi de na na na var böyle.
  • sözlerini bilmediğiniz tüm şarkılarda kullanılabilecek evrensel şarkı sözü. joker gibi birşey olduğu düşünülebilir. bazen bildiğiniz bir şarkının sözü olarakta karşınıza çıkabilitesi vardır. (bkz: replikas) *
  • "l" harfi kalın okunmak suretiyle bir kısım insanımızın** "bakınız, şurada ne kadar ilginç şeyler oluyor", "bakınız güzel bir kadın geçiyor" şeklinde kullandıkları bir kalıp**.
    (bkz: lala das la)
  • jay znin bad boys 2 ost sinda bulunan excuse me miss part 2..:
    [jay-z]
    whooo! whooo!

    [chorus]
    memph bleek always smoking that la, la, la
    beanie sigel always smoking that la, la, la
    neptunes track smoke like la, la, la
    it's the roc baby sing our lulla-bye (c'mon)
    excuse me miss, i'm the shit
    you should come, hang with me, basically
    hold up, skip all the singing let's get right tonight
    mami

    [verse 1]
    i know my english ain't as modest as you like
    but come, get some you little bums
    i take the cake from under the bakers thumb
    i bake the cake and two it up from one
    then i moved to weight like i'm oprah's son
    uh, i show you how to do this son
    young don't mess with chicks in burberry paddings
    fake menolo's boots straight from steve madden
    he tatted his-self, as the rap j.f.k.
    you wanna pass for my jaqueline, onassis, then
    hop ya ass out that s-class
    lay back in the maybach, roll the best grass, i ask
    have you in your long-legged life
    ever seen a watch surrounded by this much pink ice
    look but don't touch, muthafucka think twice
    cuz this gat that i clutch gotta little red light
    need a light?

    (to smoke that la, la, la)
    [chorus 2]
    beanie sigel always smoking that la, la, la
    memph bleek always smoking that la, la, la
    it's the roc mami sing our lulla-bye
    c'mon
    excuse me miss, i'm the shit
    you should come, hang with me, basically
    hold up, skip all the singing let's get right tonight
    mami

    [verse 2]
    we got brothers full of army, mami's in manolo
    bags by chanel or louis vuitton logo's
    all attracted to hov because they know dough
    when they see him, whips be european
    if your a 10 chances your with him
    if your a 5 you know you ridin' with them
    sick with the pen nigga no physician, in the world could fix him
    no prescription, you can prescribe to subside his affliction
    he's not a sane man, he's more like the reign man twitchin'
    you can't reign dance on this picnic
    no haitian foodle, no headless chicken
    can dead or sickness, no quiji board
    you can't see me dawg, niggaz ya cb-4
    this ain't chris rock bitch, it's the roc bitch
    and i'm the franchise like the houston rockets
    yah'mean

    [chorus 3]
    still smokin' that la, la, la
    memph bleek still smokin' that la, la, la
    beanie sigel desert eagle the .45
    it's the roc baby sing our lulla-bye
    c'mon
    excuse me miss, i'm the shit
    you should come, hang with me, basically
    hold up, skip all the singing let's get right tonight
    mami

    [verse 3]
    forget english, talk body language
    i be all over mami's like body paintigs
    pink diamond necklace, strawberry wrist
    please excuse yourself, your very sick
    don't confuse me with marbury out this bitch
    wanna ball me at the light, you could lose your life
    muthafucka's must be smokin' they la, la, la or crack
    .45 gun smoke, choke off that
    let's get back to the music, i ain't with all that
    plus the fedz tappin' my music, yall get all that?
    i'm thee! public industry #1
    public industry #2 is my whole crew (r.o.c.!)
    now i ain't down with who like me or who like you
    that's gay, i ain't into liking dudes no way
    but get a pen, i can tell you pricks my plans for the future
    i never make the news again, my manage use ya

    [chorus 3]
    as we, smoke that la, la, la
    memph bleek still smokin' that la, la, la
    beanie sigel desert eagle the .45
    it's the roc bitch sing our lulla-bye
    c'mon
    excuse me miss, i'm the shit
    you should come, hang with me, basically
    hold up, skip all the singing let's get right tonight
    mami

    [pharrell williams{of the neptunes}]
    well watch me now
    uh!
    ho!, ho!
    c'mon
    do you want me to do it
    well watch me now
  • (bkz: lan yoksa)
  • bir the bird and the bee şarkısı. apple, ipod touch reklamında kullanmıştı hatta. sözlerini de yazayım tam olsun:

    la la la la
    la-la-la-la-la
    la la la
    la-la-la-la-la
    la la la
    la-la-la-la-la
    come on, come on
    come on, come on

    make yourself free, make yourself grow
    come on up into the attic - come and see the glow
    a pretty idiot is kissing everyone she doesn't know
    and the pigs are eating popcorn, selling tickets to the show.

    give yourself away, feel the wind blow
    we're watching movies on the ceiling, all the artists we know
    if there's someone you don't like you don't have to say hello
    there's no reason you should leave
    there's no reason you should go

    la la la la
    la-la-la-la-la
    la la la
    la-la-la-la-la
    la la la
    la-la-la-la-la
    come on, come on
    come on, come on

    take yourself out, hit the tambourine
    we have loaded up your eyes and fed you tangerines
    if you open up your box you will find a time machine
    if you try to find a scratch there'll be no signs of where you have been.

    give yourself up, make yourself sing
    don't tell us that you can't -
    you need a sampling?
    da da da da-da-da-da-da
    da da-da da da-da-da-da-da dadada...

    la la la la
    la-la-la-la-la
    la la la
    la-la-la-la-la
    la la la
    la-la-la-la-la
    come on, come on
    come on, come on

    da da da da-da da-da da
    da da-da-da da-da-da

    la la la la
    la-la-la-la-la
    la la la
    la-la-la-la-la
    la la la
    la-la-la-la-la
    come on, come on
    come on, come on

    la la la la
    la-la-la-la-la
    la la la
    la-la-la-la-la
    la la la
    la-la-la-la-la
    come on, come on
    come on, come on