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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r3bw1pdW5fU

Okay, it's time for Sayonara
Go on, Yankee break my heart
There's nothing left for us to say now
Even the best friends, they must part

the nearest bar
I sat and looked across the sea
There's nothing left till now as sorrow
The waves just misery

She had a red red scarf
Around her neck
Her eyes were green
Her hair was black

She had a red red scarf
Around her neck
Her eyes were green
Her hair was black

Ooh, she gave me Mekong whiskey
Ooh, she gave me Hong Kong flu
Ooh, she gave me Mekong whiskey
Put me on a breeze to Kathmandu

I got new papers in a bordello
With some luckies and my ID
My heart was pounding like a hammer
Thai Thai Thai Thai Thai I am free

I kissed her softly on her lips
She took me gently by the hand
This was our happy 'ever after'
So motherfucker kiss the ground

She had a red red scarf
Around her neck
Her eyes were green
Her hair was black

She had a red red scarf
Around her neck
Her eyes were green
Her hair was black

Ooh, she gave me Mekong whiskey
Ooh, she gave me Hong Kong flu
Ooh, she gave me Mekong whiskey
Put me on a breeze to Kathmandu

Ooh, she gave me Mekong whiskey
Ooh, she gave me Hong Kong flu
Ooh, she gave me Mekong whiskey
Put me on a breeze to Kathmandu

Put me on a breeze to Kathmandu
Put me on a breeze to Kathmandu

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:-( ziet ge nu wat ervan komt... Op uw muil! :evil:

Nu doek es om goei te doen voor u
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A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell
You who raped our Motherland
I hope you're rotting down in hell
For the horrors that you sent
To our misfortunate forefathers
Whom you robbed of their birthright
"To hell or Connaught" may you burn in hell tonight
You have robbed our homes and fortunes
Even drove us from our land
You tried to break our spirit
But you'll never understand
The love of dear old Ireland
That will forge an iron will
As long as there are gallant men
Like young Ned of the hill

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Young Ned of the Hill

De tekst klopt niet geheel.

Blame the internet

Hij zoekt dan ook typisch op prulsites. Op zijn muil. :evil:

Zoek dan zelf een beter

Och jongske, dat heb ik al lang gevonden, snertsoep dat ge bent. :evil:

Die ga ik onthouden.