Vertaling: Frank Boeijen Groep. Een Hollandse Hemel.
Vertaling: Freek de Jonge. Hollandse Jongen.
[Lil Wayne] Too many women, and not enough time Im a cool cat, but im on life nine. Pimping aint dead cause I be the life line And I don't buy the bar
Do you want to get high? (YEAH ! ....) Artist: Cypress Hill Album: Rise Up Title: Pass The Dutch Edited by: Buck (Put it in the air...) Pass the joint
Give me a ho, if you've got your funky bus fare,ho There's a Double Dutch Bus comin' down the street Movin' pretty fast, so kinda shuffle your feet Get
to march away, Saying ``there's many a blithe young married man this night must go with me To the low lowlands of holland to fight the enemy.'' But holland
You know you want to jump on the Double Dutch Bus, so take a ride, we're waiting in the clutch. Verse One: There's a Double Dutch Bus coming down the
MY OLD DUTCH Words by: A.C.Ingle Music by: Albert Chevalier I've got a pal, a regular out an' outer. She's a dear old gal, an' I'll tell you all about
And there will be content And the salt sea shall be frozen Before that I repent Repent I shall not ever Until the day I die For the lowlands of Holland
The Dutchman's not the kind of man To keeps his thumb jammed in the dam That holds his dreams in But that's a secret that only Margaret knows When Amsterdam
In holland there is a table In front of me With cafe' au lait And some kind of cookie Outside the window There's a wide and gentle canal Two swans swim
Listen up everyone, we have been just informed That there's an unknown virus that's attacking all clubs Symptoms have been said to be, heaving breathing
They call me Bow Wow the Don, the Dutch Ask your girl man, she know wassup They call me Bow Wow the Don, the Dutch, the Dutch Get out my face homie, don
in a Holland Town You were still the muscle man When I saw you in a nether land Alcohol and speed were friends You cycled around in a Holland Town
All the time we spent in bed Counting miles before we said Fall in love and fall apart Things will end before they start Sleeping on Lake Michigan
Take another shot at me and See what I'll turn out to be 'Cause I'm not giving up There's no such luck I don't need a getaway An easy out, another day
And I cry until I bleed And red is all I see Holding on, dead and gone No miracle rehearsed Could take away this curse Swollen eyes, hung to dry Lose
