------------------------------------------------------- Road to Albuquerque / de Drie Tieten (Slaan de plank volledig mis) There's five men in a ramblin' cart The sherif's posse on horseback Three old ladies and an old grey fart Who carrie their lives in a wheatsack There's mormones away from Salt Lake City A golddigger from the south Three nice young ladies they look so pretty And a man with no teeth in his mouth Six indians from the blackfoot tribe Dressed op in the feathers of a turkey All this and more will pass you by On the road to Albuquerque There's longhorns from the windswept planes Followed by the cowboys that herd them A farmer with a sack of grain his wife And eightteen children There's a band of Irish drunkards Far away from their green isle A trail of a hundred wagons Almost as long as a mile Six arabs dressed in white Drag along a camel from turkey All this and more will pass you by On the road to Albuquerque There's swarthy men from the mountains and Ladies from the east Their hats as high as fountains Their beauty is a feast Outlaws of every stature Gunmen cover their backs All the quirks of mother nature An exhibition on the track A ragged man from the wild Chewin' on a piece of beefjerkey All this and more will pass you by On the road to Albuquerque ------------------------------------------------------- B B met S / Drie Tieten (Slaan de plank volledig mis) Als wij ergens gaan spelen kost een pils al gauw een riks Dat kan ons weinig schelen, want het bier dat kost ons niks Maar waar wij slecht van slapen, dat mag je rustig weten Wij krijgen bijna nooit de kans behoorlijk te gaan eten Wij eten altijd buitenshuis, Grieks of Italiaans Mexicaans of Surinaams, Spaans of Marokkaans Thais, Turks, Indisch, Indiaas, en vaak is het Chinezen Het haalt het niet bij wat wij vroeger thuis te eten kregen B. B. met S. gaf moeders ons - zij schepte volle borden En daarom zijn wij allemaal zo mooi en sterk geworden Geen Grieks, Chinees of Italiaans, nee ons krijg je niet gek Wij willen B. B. met S., wij willen bruine bonen met spek! Straciatella, minestrone, insalata, modomio, scallopina, vald'ostana, pizza di capri funghi trifolati, tonno, provolone, gorgonzola Chianti, classico en spaghetti Wij eten altijd buitenshuis, Grieks of Italiaans Mexicaans of Surinaams, Spaans of Marokkaans Thais, Turks, Indisch, Indiaas, en vaak is het Chinezen Het haalt het niet bij wat wij vroeger thuis te eten kregen B. B. met S. gaf moeders ons - zij schepte volle borden En daarom zijn wij allemaal zo mooi en sterk geworden Geen Grieks, Chinees of Italiaans, nee ons krijg je niet gek Wij willen B. B. met S., wij willen bruine bonen met spek! Koe loe yoek, si tjoykai, tjap tjoy, mihoen, ajam pangang, cha chieuw Pangot, foe yong hai, tjien ha lok, sai woe ngau yuk kang Foh nam, tahoe, tausi, pai kwet, chezuan sun lat, fong shing, sui chau Ha kao, sieuw mai, sate, koeloekai ------------------------------------------------------- Job McGregor / Drie Tieten (Slaan de plank volledig mis) Job McGregor he was known to hit the bottle hard He used to drink till early morn and sometimes lay some cards 'Twas in the days of Jill McMaggot that she became his wife That dirty no good Job McGregor drank away his life That dirty no good Job McGregor drank away his life Job McGregor had a wife and 27 kids All the kids they had their fun-the wife she had her fits of laughter but when Job came home as drunk as 30 men She kicked that poor old Job McGregor firmly in the chin She kicked that poor old Job McGregor firmly in the chin Down in the pub the name of Job McGregor went around He smelled just like a sailor and he scratched just like a hound That Job he ain't no good at all that's what that women said But dirty Job McGregor always landed in their beds But dirty Job McGregor always landed in their beds I'm sorry lass I got home so late so please forgive me now I never let it come this far again so hear my vow I never drink again my dear as long as I'm around But next day no-good Job McGregor lightened up the town But next day no-good Job McGregor lightened up the town 'Twas on a cold december morn that Job was no more seen His wife started wondering where Job he could have been They saw him staggering out the pub where he would drink each day But after that old Job McGregor seemed to've gone astray But after that old Job McGregor seemed to've gone astray When Job McGregor he was found he floated on his back He'd fallen in the river and he had a heartattack And like a barrel floats downstream he landed in the sea And dirty no good Job McGregor legend became he And dirty no good Job McGregor legend became he So to this day the name of Job McGregor brings a tear to many an eye and tales are told as many as you hear So up in heaven or down in hell wherever you may be Bottoms up for Job McGregor floating in the sea Bottoms up for Job McGregor floating in the sea