Maandelijks archief: mei 2017

Hey bartender, what you say I’m gonna get drunk on election day! Want one glass of bourbon, one glass rye Come on, set me up, Joe, don’t pas me by My money’s alright, but my feets got sore See, I’ve … Lees verder →

It can’t be fair when the millionaire Never has to give them a cent, Sad to say we’ve lost the way This isn’t what the govern-meant… This isn’t what the govern-meant, Bread ,  Baby I’m-A Want You, 1971 Een boekenhandel … Lees verder →