Partir c’est mourir un peu

From the day he was born, he was trouble
This didn’t improve, god knows we tried
He’s been leading a life, of only comfort, leasure and fun
Still he’s leaving us today…

Try as we may, we still can’t forget
In Paris he’d piss, while continue to walk
In London he’d snore
It was a loud-mouth, unstoppable noise
Keeping us awake all night…

When Krijn said he was moving state-side we thought it was an empty threat
But now he’s booked his flight and we’re saying goodbye
What a guy
Makes you cry
Und I did

Pedantically correcting, linguistically disputing
We said hey listen to me, you’ll drive us to insanity
But he wouldn’t quit and now we do it too…

And then he must have been drawn, out to someplace
Expecting to find more comfort elsewhere (where is that? where is that?)
“He’s outta his head! But for Skype, he might ‘s well be dead!
He’s really carrying out this evil deed…”

When Krijn said he couldn’t find his teddy you knew it was coming to this
He thinks SF is rife with the loves of his life
What a lie
just get by
On local jizz

When Krijn said he was moving state-side we thought it was an empty threat
But now he’s booked his flight and we’re saying goodbye
What a guy
Makes you cry
Und I did

– bewerking van Eddie’s Teddy uit The Rocky Horror Picture Show

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