From Paris with love

Richard Bram

Mack the Knife

 

 

      Oh, the shark, babe, has such teeth, dear

      And it shows them pearly white

      Just a jackknife has old MacHeath, babe

      And he keeps it … ah … out of sight.

      Ya know when that shark bites, with his teeth, babe

      Scarlet billows start to spread

      Fancy gloves, though, wears old MacHeath, babe

      So there’s nevah, nevah a trace of red.

      Now on the sidewalk … uuh, huh … whoo … sunny mornin’ … uuh, huh

      Lies a body just oozin’ life … eeek!

      And someone’s sneakin’ ‘round the corner

      Could that someone be Mack the Knife?

      A-there’s a tugboat … huh, huh, huh … down by the river don’tcha know

      Where a cement bag’s just a’droopin’ on down

      Oh, that cement is just, it’s there for the weight, dear

      Five’ll get ya ten old Macky’s back in town.

      Now, d’ja hear ‘bout Louie Miller? He disappeared, babe

      After drawin’ out all his hard-earned cash

      And now MacHeath spends just like a sailor

      Could it be our boy’s done somethin’ rash?

      Now … Jenny Diver … ho, ho … yeah … Sukey Tawdry       

      Ooh … Miss Lotte Lenya and old Lucy Brown 

      Oh, the line forms on the right, babe

      Now that Macky’s back in town.

      Aah … I said Jenny Diver … whoa … Sukey Tawdry

      Look out to Miss Lotte Lenya and old Lucy Brown

      Yes, that line forms on the right, babe

      Now that Macky’s back in town … 

      Look out … old Macky is back!!

Raquel Welch

¿Fue Henry_Wriothesley amante de Shakespeare?

Ryan Raz

Carmen de España

Yo soy Carmen la de España
cigarrera de Sevilla
y los guapos de Triana
hago andar de coronilla

Pero no es verdad la historia
que de mi escribió un francés
al que haría Pepitoria
si yo lo volviese a ver
iba a servirme de camafeo
si atravesara los Pirineos

Carmen de España...manola
Carmen de España...valiente
Carmen con bata de cola
pero cristiana y decente

No sé quién fue Descamillo
ni tampoco don José
y no manejo el cuchillo
ni a la hora de comer

Tengo fuego en las...pestañas
cuando miro a los gachés
yo soy la Carmen de España
y no la de merimé
y no la de merimé

Me han cantado en el teatro
lo mismo que a la Traviata
más le aviso a más de cuatro
que voy a meter la pata

Pues me tiene hasta los pelos
que ande suelta por ahí
una Carmen de camelo
que en na se parece a mi
de los pinreles a la peineta
yo le zumbaba la pandereta

Carmen de España...manola
Carmen de España...valiente
Carmen con bata de cola
pero cristiana y decente

No sé quién fue Descamillo
ni tampoco don José
y no manejo el cuchillo
ni a la hora de comer

Tengo fuego en las...pestañas
cuando miro a los gachés
yo soy la Carmen de España
y no la de merimé
y no la de merimé

David Trullo

Curro Gonzalez

Francesco

Tyler Lough

En el coche

Tim Krugher

Shawn Roberts

HumanCalendar

Jason

Makeup

On nights like this
When the world’s a bit amiss
And the lights go down
Across the trailer park
I get down, I feel had
Feel on the verge of going mad
And then it’s time to punch the clock

I put on some make-up
Turn on the tape deck
And put the wig back on my head
Suddenly I’m Miss Midwest Midnight Checkout Queen
Until I head home
And I put myself to bed

I look back on where I’m from
Look at the woman I’ve become
And the strangest things seem suddenly routine
I look up from my Vermouth on the rocks
The gift wrapped wig’s still in the box
Of towering velveteen

I put on some make-up
Some LaVern Baker
And pull the wig down from the shelf
Suddenly I’m Miss Beehive 1963
Until I wake up
And I turn back to myself

Some girls, they got natural ease
They wear it any way they please
With their French flip curls
From perfumed magazines
Wear it up, let it down
This is the best way that I’ve found
To be the best you’ve ever seen

I put on some make-up
Turn on the eight-track
I’m pulling the wig down from the shelf
Suddenly I’m Miss Farrah Fawcett
From TV
Until I wake up
And I turn back to myself

Shag, bi-level, bob
Dorothy Hamill do,
Sausage curl, chicken wings
It’s all because of you
With your blow dried, feather backed
Toni home wave, too
Flip, fro , frizz, flop
It’s all because of you
It’s all because of you
It’s all because of you

(okay...everybody...)

I put on some make-up
Turn on the eight track
I’m pulling the wig down from the shelf
Suddenly I’m Miss Punk Rock Star
Of stage and screen
And I ain’t ever
I’m never turning back

¿De quien son los hijos de Michael Jackson?

Alvin Baltrop

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