Das letzte Wort

Jetzt gehts aber los hier...

 

Na?! Kannst nicht mithalten, wa?!

 

Nein...

To whom it may concern...

Hyvyyden varjo peittää kyyneleen
Löytäneen luo vie askeleen
Rauha saa
Kehto uneen tuudittaa
Toivo jää, tie rakkauteen
Tie syvään vapauteen...

...und da kannst Du nicht mithalten, verdad?

 

Kann ich über!

Ik vlieg, ik waggel en ik zwem
Ik kwek voor jou en ik kwak voor haar
Ik snater heel wat bij elkaar
En als jij een liedje voor me zingt
Dan plons, dan duik ik en dan zwem ik wat voor hem

Spetter, pieter, pater
Lekker in het water
Ga maar vast naar huis
Ik kom een druppel later

La la la ...

 

Über? :eek:

Das ist doch nicht etwa die verbotene Sprache?

Ich mach dann mal hiermit weiter...

Kerran vain haaveeni nähdä sain
En pienuutta alla tähtien tuntenut

Kerran sain kehtooni kalterit
Vankina sieltä kirjettä kirjoitan

Luojani, luoksesi anna minun tulla siksi miksi lapseni minua luulee

Sinussa maailman kauneus
Josta kuolema teki minusta taiteilijan

Luojani, luoksesi anna minun tulla siksi miksi lapseni minua luulee

Oman taivaan tänne loin
Anna minun päästä pois

Oman taivaan tänne loin
Anna minun päästä pois

 

TAKE THIS!

Itzy Bitzy spider, crawled up the water spout,
down came the rain and washed the spider 'round.
up came the sun and dried up all the rain.
Itzy Bitzy Spider crawled up the spout again.

Yeeaow!

Itzy bitzy, tiny-winy tiny little spider,
crawling up the wall.
It's a cleaver little creature,
he's all that fast and he's so damn small.

Always on a mission in every little corner
of the wall so tall, of the wall so tall,
with his sexy legs and hairy back
he reach the most of people's shit
while shake a while and all the people way.

Itzy Bitzy spider, crawled up the water spout,
down came the rain and washed the spider 'round.
up came the sun and dried up all the rain.
Itzy Bitzy Spider crawled up the spout again.

Yeeaow!

He lives under a vase, where his tiny legs are round,
In his own little world, he is moving to the sound,
Up and Down, to the technologic sound,
Mr Spider, Mr Spider, he is so full of charm,
Mr, Spider, Mr Spider, he's always calm
Mr, Spider, Mr Spider, Never meant to do any harm,

Itzy, Bitzy,
Never meant to do any harm,
Itzy, Bitzy,
Never meant to do any harm,
I-I-Itzy Bitzy

Itzy Bitzy spider, crawled up the water spout,
down came the rain and washed the spider 'round.
up came the sun and dried up all the rain.
Itzy Bitzy Spider crawled up the spout again.

Yeeaow!

I-I-Itzy Bitzy
I-I-Itzy Bitzy
I-I-Itzy Bitzy
I-I-Itzy Bitzy

 

Geil! Wie bescheuert ist das denn bitte?

Dann nimm dat he...

Kumm loss mer fiere, net lamentiere
jet Spass un Freud, dat hät noch keinem Minsch jeschad
Denn die Trone, die do laachs muß de net kriesche
loss mer fiere, ob Kölsche Aat

Unser Zick, die es had jenoch
kei Minsch weed daraus klooch
wat he öm uns eröm passeet
Wat ma su in d'r Zeitung liest
mäht et Leeve nit jrad söß
Wä weiß schon wie't morje wigger jeiht?
An dä Sorje schunkle mer schon net vörbei
Alles hät sin Zick un nix es einerlei

Kumm loss mer fiere, net lamentiere
jet Spass un Freud, dat hät noch keinem Minsch jeschad
Denn die Trone, die do laachs muß de net kriesche
loss mer fiere, ob Kölsche Aat

Jedeilte Freud heiß dubbelt Freud un dat deit richtich jod
wan mer laache oder kriesche dat rejelt kei Jebot!

Kumm loss mer fiere, net lamentiere
jet Spass un Freud, dat hät noch keinem Minsch jeschad
Denn die Trone, die do laachs muß de net kriesche
loss mer fiere, ob Kölsche Aat

E Jeföhl, dat bruch sing Zick
Ov et Truur es oder Jlöck
Waad nit bes do dich selvs verliers
loss et erus wann immer do kanns
Hey! - Jeck, loss Jeck elans!
Un schäm dich net, wenn do ens zünftich fiers
Dä Lauf d'r Welt dä es uns nit ejal
doch et Leeve is net nur e Jammertal...

:applaus: :applaus:

 

Ich mach dann mal Oldskewl:

Frère Jacques, Frère Jacques,
Dormez-vous, dormez-vous,
Sonnez les matines, sonnez les matines,
Ding dang dong, Ding dang dong.

 

Wird Zeit für eine Werbeunterbrechung...

...some men hunt for sport,
Others hunt for food.
The only thing I'm hunting for
Is an outfit that looks goooood....

See my vest, see my vest,
Made from real gorilla chest.
Feel this sweater, there's no better
Than authentic Irish Setter.

See this hat, 'twas my cat.
My evening wear, vampire bat.
These white slippers are albino
African endangered rhino.

Grizzly bear underwear,
Turtle necks I've got my share.
Beret of poodle on my noodle it shall rest
Try my red robin suit,
It comes one breast or two...
See my vest, See my vest, See my vest.

Like my loafers, former gophers,
It was that or skin my chauffeurs,
But a greyhound fur tuxedo would be best...

So let's prepare these dogs,
Kill two for matching clogs!
See my vest!
See me vest!
Oh, please, won't you see my veeeeeesst!

Ich liebe es! :applaus:

 

Ist ein Knaller, dir sind von mir wohl auch Punkte sicher.

Wobei Der hier auch nicht schlecht ist:

Everybody in the USA
hates their stupid neighbor.
He's Flanders and he's really, really, lame!
Flanders tried to wreck my song,
his views on birth control are wrong.

I hate his guts and Flanders is his name.
F-L-A-N-R-D-S, he's the man that I hate best.
I'd like to see his house go up in flames!

F-L-A
His name is Ned!
E-R-S
It's a stupid name!
He's worse than Frankenstein or Dr. No!

You can't upset him even slightly,
he just smiles and nods politely,
then goes home and worships nightly.
His leftorium is an emporium of Woe!

F-L-A
Don't yell at Ned!
D-E-R
His wife is dead.
Everybody hates that stupid jerk.

Springfield's caught with Homer's joyous loathing!
Filling clubs, with angry valentinos.
You don't have to move your feet,
just hate Flanders to the disco beat.
He's your perky, peppy, nightmare neighbourino!
If you don't like polite left-handers then I doubt you'll like Ned Flanders
or his creepy little offspring Rodd and Todd.
That's us. Hooray!

F-L-A
His name is Ned!
E-R-S
He is so white bread.
The smiling mustache geek who walks with God!

Wenn man bedenkt, dass Homer eigentlich ein Weihnachtslied schreiben wollte...

 

Spider-pig, spider-pig,
does whatever a spider-pig does.
Can you spring
from a web,
no he can't, he's a pig,
look ouuuuuuuut, he's a spider-pig

 

Jau, ist ihm echt gelungen! Eines der besten Weihnachtslieder, die ich kenne...

 

Can he swing
from a web

Ich weiß, KLUGSCHEISSER!!!

Aber ich habe halt DAS LETZTE WORT!

 

ach hast ja auch recht

 

Die letzten sieben Wörter habe hiermit ich.

 

gehabt

 

Ebenfalls.

Danke fürs Wort.

 

Gern geschehen.

 

Joa ....

 

*schnapp*