Tent (Hofstede)

He spent his nights

On camping sites

Can this sun tan

Make him a man

He's in one of the tents

She's in one of the tent tent tent tent

(Camping gaz)

(Can can vas)

(Pins and poles)

(Tins in holes)

You're frightened of

My freckles love

Can this sun tan

Make him a man

(Camping gaz)

(Can can vas)

(Radio noise)

Here she comes

There she goes

I know she's in one of the tents

A to B; C to D(Peters)

Hello my name is Mr Reasonable

Always willing to lend an ear

I am amazed by all your senseless talking

And the silly notions I hear

You said nothing

Nothing can change your mind

Some fools believe there's gonna be a change

Still I do not believe anymore

They say a brand new world is coming our way

Yes we've heard that story before

Facts and figures

There's no spirit at all

Our world is so real is so terribly real

That I never dreamt it could be

It may fulfill the dreams of engineers

But it will not do for me

A to B; C to D

The Young Reporter

(Hofstede)

Hands up

He said

If you move a little bit you're dead

I want the [melody?] that you were about to get

Tonight

They win

I'm in a cellar and I have to stay in

I have to write a song whether it's right or wrong

Here comes the young reporter

In his overcoat

I'm on the tape recorder

In his motorboat

Is he coming in time for me

Click clack

Turn the key

They [have come?] to transport me

I'll get used to music mystery

Black car

Dark street

Red light

High speed

The rope is tight around my hands and feet

Too late

It's done

I'm on a record and I'll have to stay on

It's on the playlist with a little luck it's number one

4 Ankles

(Peters/Hofstede)

Steps on the carpet

Your partner is perfect

Steps on the lino

To teach you to tango

It takes two more lessons

Then I got the chances

To meet all the girls who

Are waiting for dances

Put on the blazer

And even my razor said

You got two flat feet

But she will not notice that

She's wearing glasses

Got pimples on her nose

And while we were dancing

She was stepping on my toes

In the dance for four ankles

I was on flat feet bad feet

Step on toes of pretty girls

Step by step the lesson's complete

My cheek and your cheek

My knees and your knees

My hand in your hand

Oh girl can't you understand

That I got the need for

Your feet on my feet and

My hand in your hand and

My cheek on your cheek

Step by step by step by step by step

I take a step

Hook of Holland

(Hofstede)

Cabin 80

Cabin 80 to way out

I am waiting

Did you see me in the crowd

Hook of Holland 6 AM

Someone shouted tell me where I am

Hook of Holland trains and boats

Someone said it's raining overcoats

See the man on

See the man on the quay

There's a girl from Switzerland

In the same compartment

Humming trains and boats and planes

On a street in Rotterdam

Back in 1925

There's a woman and a man

Black and white a photograph

Wonder if they're still alive

Wonder if they're still alive

Frozen Fred

(Peters)

This is a story you haven't heard

You may not believe it's true

What happened to this cat called Frozen Fred

Could happen to me and to you

Fred had a passion for frozen food

And TV dinners too

He hated the merciless summer sun

The weekly barbecue

Spends his summer

In the swimming pool

Trying desperately to keep it cool

Girls girls girls walk by

They do not see him

They don't even try

They don't even try

Won't even try

No one shook hands with Frozen Fred

His hands were too cold to hold

Isn't it tragic isn't it sad

They left him in the cold

No safari to hot Africa

He booked a passage to Antarctica

He's doing well among the esquimoes

They even gave him one of their igloes

Igloe oe oe oes, oe oe oe oes

There's no place in our world today

For weirdos like Frozen Fred

They found him one morning cold and still

So sad Frozen Fred is dead

No warm day for Frozen Fred

They've frozen him cold and deep

So many a century from now

He might wake up from his sleep

Ping Pong

(Hofstede)

Young red guards will fight the waves on yellow river

There to face a force ten typhoon tiger mountain

Are we playing ping pong

I'm on your side

You're on my side

I'm on your side

You're on my side

We play or fight

On this table

I am able

On this table

You are able

To win tonight

Are we playing ping pong

Golden bamboos grow on our chuang mountain

Ah the red stars on our caps the guns in our hands

I'm on your side

You're on my side

I'm on your side

You're on my side

We play or fight

Tutti Ragazzi

(Hofstede)

On the backseat of a motorscooter

It's so crazy what I'm doing to her

80 miles on the rocks

It's a kid or a crash

Tutti ragazzi with Italian shoes

It doesn't matter if they win or lose

Together we know what to do as long as you

Keep on dancing

keep on dancing

Was it love at first sight

When I saw her that night

Be my lover tonight

Pretty A and B-side

No no bambini for me

Fruiti di mare for you

Pizza margherita

Signorina it's true

Out of Suburbia

(Peters)

Life is so boring

Out of Suburbia

You tend to forget you're alive at all

Houses are piled up high

Reaching out for the sky

They make you feel so very small

No one's out there in the streets

There is not a soul to meet

Vintage violence

Midnight fever

Restlessness is all I know

Smash up the windows

Tear down the buildings

Should have done so long ago

Seems the world is standing still

I feel at home in the subway

It's staying under the ground

Don't wanna see this dirty old town

Some speak about changing

And rearranging

A better world for you and I

Static structures

Concrete jungles

Don't believe their dirty lies

Vintage violence get them all

Vintage violence get them all

Bungalow

(Hofstede)

He lives in a bungalow

He lives in a bungalow

Sits on a couch and

Looks at a color show

He lives in a bungalow

He lives in a bungalow

Different cars in

A garage down below

Look at my etchings on the wall

Look at the lampshade in the hall

They told me it's hand-made from Japan

They sold me a ready-made again

We like middle of the road we're

Living in the middle of the room

She lives in a bungalow

She lives in a bungalow

Sits on a sofa

Looks at the colour show

Doing the dishies by machine

She is the wedgewood kitchen queen

Sits at the pool with

Martini cool she's

Getting too fat and

He's a fool

They like middle of the road they're

Living in the middle of the room

1:30

(Peters)

I can't sleep

Counting sheep

The hours slowly slip away

Half past one

Half past two

Someone please tell me what to do

I'll fix myself a drink

So now I leave the bed

My thoughts they rule my head

Hear that hum

There's a buzz

I think about the two of us

Who is wrong

Who is right

This question keeps me up all night

You're living in a world

That's made up by yourself

Hey honey you need help

Just like the sun

Just like the sun

Just like the sun you came my way

I couldn't run

Couldn't hide

Between dawn and dusk you had your day

Did I tell you

There's no future for the sun

One day your time has come

Half past one

Half past two

Half past one

Half past two

...

Johnny Said: Silver

(Hofstede)

Johnny and Betty they dreamed

Of all the beautiful things

They had seen inside a magazine

And he was reading lots of different books and Betty

Betty she didn't mind

She had a mirror to look behind

The kitchen was made for you

The TV is on for two

It must have been a happy life

Still there were feelings inside

And sometimes she would sit up and drink all night

And he was reading lots of different books and Betty

Betty she didn't mind

She had a mirror to look behind

The kitchen was made for you

The TV is on for two

Johnny said silver

She said gold

She's only eighteen years and

He's getting too old

Who's the Killer

(Hofstede)

Whatever happened to Mrs Malloo

When they found her this morning

She had been shot thru' the head

And with the blood on the bed

The killer wrote 'Good Mourning'

This is a mystery

Next one could be you or me

Who's the killer

Where's the gun

King Kong killer in a tropical thriller

Stepping out of the bamboo

Banana bullet will never go through it

So what else could this ape do

This is a tragedy

Edgar Allan poetry

Who's the killer

Where's the

Billy the Kid he wasn't able to hit

The head of poor Mrs Malloo

Bungalow Bill tell us who did you kill

Someone has done it before you

Killer's on the run

He's the lucky one

The killer

The gun

Ooh tequila

Where's the rum

Who's the killer

Where's the gun

Take a Piece

(Hofstede)

Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday's gone

Friday Saturday Sunday is no fun

Mr Moonshine that girl is mine

For a long time I was wrong

Take a piece of my heart

Take a piece of my heart

[I?] don't know what to do with it

As long as you're not losing it

You keep it for some years

Have you seen the magazine

The photograph where she was on

She could be a money-honey

In a wolsely sixty-one

How many years ago

I don't know

I don't know

How many years ago

I don't know

I don't know

Suddenly there's 7-up

For you and me and you did run

Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday and Sunday

Seven days they are no fun

When the lady's gone

Take a piece of my heart

Tent (reprise)

(Hofstede)

(Your name)

(Address)

(Place of birth)

(Passport number)

(Tickets please)

(Boarding cards)

(Queue here)

(Ladies)

(Gentlemen)

(This way)

(Way out)

Bachelor boy

Sixteen days off

Looking for a

Holiday love

On camping sites

He spends his nights

Can this sun tan

Make him a man

P R factor

Number ten ten

You're frightened of

My freckles love

Can this sun tan

Make him a man

Umbrella

(Hofstede)

'One hour cleaning'

That's what they say

But they kept my raincoat

For more than a day

One hour shower

I'm soaking wet

between the wellingtons we met

You should see the neigbours and family

When I bring that sweetheart home (with me)

To (for tea)

Day (can see)

That I'm in love with umbrella

And I wish I could tell her

That I'm not like other fellows

'Cos I'm in love with umbrella

I'm not really interested

In a pretty parasol

For our love would not have lasted

In the rain and fall

Some Other Night

(Peters)

The evening has come to an end

Although we were very close friends

Somehow it ends

I met you a long time ago

I don't think that you'll ever know

I miss you so

I hope you come see me tonight

The last time you looked out of sight

Looked out of sight

Instead of you watching TV

You might spend an evening with me

Maybe you'll see

There's more between you and I

Than empty words and space

I'd love to see your face

When I talk to you on the phone

You stop me from feeling alone

Feeling alone

You said that you will but you won't

You promised to do but you don't

Do but you don't

You promised me once before

You never got past my door

You let me down once before

The evening has come to an end

I don't think that I call again

Somehow it ends

You said you come and see me tonight

You didn't so I have to try

Some other night

Harrow Accident

(Peters)

Girl you look so pale you need a holiday

Why not take a break in the Scottish hills

This turned out to be a very bad advice

That I [do?] regret and always will

Took you to St Pancras and supplied the fare

You took my arm and smiled at me

How was I to know this would be the very last time

THat we were together you and me

It seems like yesterday

The day you went away

Somehow you couldn't stay

Royal Scot was running up the Western route

At eighty miles an hour or even more

When it left the rails at the points near Harrow Town

More than a hundred killed was the tragic score