la la la

• 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
• (bkz: la la love you)
• 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)
• (bkz: la la la human steps)
• 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