@ALBUM: Tent (1979) The Nits are: Henk Hofstede Keyboards, lead vocals Rob Kloet Drums, vocals Michiel Peters Guitars, lead vocals Axel Roelofs Bass, vocals Note : These are the lyrics as they appear on the CD booklet. However, sometimes what is sung doesn't match what is printed. I put dubious parts into square brackets. If any additions or corrections are to be made, please drop a line : Pascal Mouret (pascal@bofix.univ-mrs.fr) @SONG: Tent (Hofstede) He spent his nights On camping sites Can this sun tan Make him a man He's in one of the tents She's in one of the tent tent tent tent (Camping gaz) (Can can vas) (Pins and poles) (Tins in holes) You're frightened of My freckles love Can this sun tan Make him a man (Camping gaz) (Can can vas) (Radio noise) Here she comes There she goes I know she's in one of the tents @SONG: A to B; C to D (Peters) Hello my name is Mr Reasonable Always willing to lend an ear I am amazed by all your senseless talking And the silly notions I hear You said nothing Nothing can change your mind Some fools believe there's gonna be a change Still I do not believe anymore They say a brand new world is coming our way Yes we've heard that story before Facts and figures There's no spirit at all Our world is so real is so terribly real That I never dreamt it could be It may fulfill the dreams of engineers But it will not do for me A to B; C to D @SONG: The Young Reporter (Hofstede) Hands up He said If you move a little bit you're dead I want the [melody?] that you were about to get Tonight They win I'm in a cellar and I have to stay in I have to write a song whether it's right or wrong Here comes the young reporter In his overcoat I'm on the tape recorder In his motorboat Is he coming in time for me Click clack Turn the key They [have come?] to transport me <- I suggest : came back I'll get used to music mystery Black car Dark street Red light High speed The rope is tight around my hands and feet Too late It's done I'm on a record and I'll have to stay on It's on the playlist with a little luck it's number one [?] [?] @SONG: 4 Ankles (Peters/Hofstede) Steps on the carpet Your partner is perfect Steps on the lino To teach you to tango It takes two more lessons Then I got the chances To meet all the girls who Are waiting for dances Put on the blazer And even my razor said You got two flat feet But she will not notice that She's wearing glasses Got pimples on her nose And while we were dancing She was stepping on my toes In the dance for four ankles I was on flat feet bad feet Step on toes of pretty girls Step by step the lesson's complete My cheek and your cheek My knees and your knees My hand in your hand Oh girl can't you understand That I got the need for Your feet on my feet and My hand in your hand and My cheek on your cheek Step by step by step by step by step I take a step @SONG: Hook of Holland (Hofstede) Cabin 80 Cabin 80 to way out I am waiting Did you see me in the crowd Hook of Holland 6 AM Someone shouted tell me where I am Hook of Holland trains and boats Someone said it's raining overcoats See the man on See the man on the quay There's a girl from Switzerland In the same compartment Humming trains and boats and planes On a street in Rotterdam Back in 1925 There's a woman and a man Black and white a photograph Wonder if they're still alive Wonder if they're still alive @SONG: Frozen Fred (Peters) This is a story you haven't heard You may not believe it's true What happened to this cat called Frozen Fred Could happen to me and to you Fred had a passion for frozen food And TV dinners too He hated the merciless summer sun The weekly barbecue Spends his summer In the swimming pool Trying desperately to keep it cool Girls girls girls [walk?] by <- I suggest : go They do not see him They don't even try They don't even try Won't even try No one shook hands with Frozen Fred His hands were too cold to hold Isn't it tragic isn't it sad They left him in the cold No safari to hot Africa He booked a passage to Antarctica He's doing well among the esquimoes They even gave him one of their igloes Igloe oe oe oes, oe oe oe oes There's no place in our world today For weirdos like Frozen Fred They found him one morning cold and still So sad Frozen Fred is dead No warm day for Frozen Fred They've frozen him cold and deep So many a century from now He might wake up from his sleep @SONG: Ping Pong (Hofstede) Young red guards will fight the waves on yellow river There to face a force ten typhoon tiger mountain Are we playing ping pong I'm on your side You're on my side I'm on your side You're on my side We play or fight On this table I am able On this table You are able To win tonight Are we playing ping pong Golden bamboos grow on our chuang mountain Ah the red stars on our caps the guns in our hands I'm on your side You're on my side I'm on your side You're on my side We play or fight @SONG: Tutti Ragazzi (Hofstede) On the backseat of a motorscooter It's so crazy what I'm doing to her 80 miles on the rocks It's a kid or a crash Tutti ragazzi with Italian shoes It doesn't matter if they win or lose Together we know what to do as long as you Keep on dancing keep on dancing Was it love at first sight When I saw her that night Be my lover tonight Pretty A and B-side No no bambini for me Fruiti di mare for you Pizza margherita Signorina it's true @SONG: Out of Suburbia (Peters) Life is so boring Out of Suburbia You tend to forget you're alive at all Houses are piled up high Reaching out for the sky They make you feel so very small No one's out there in the streets There is not a soul to meet Vintage violence Midnight fever Restlessness is all I know Smash up the windows Tear down the buildings Should have done so long ago Seems the world is standing still I feel at home in the subway It's staying under the ground Don't wanna see this dirty old town Some speak about changing And rearranging A better world for you and I Static structures Concrete jungles Don't believe their dirty lies Vintage violence get them all Vintage violence get them all @SONG: Bungalow (Hofstede) He lives in a bungalow He lives in a bungalow Sits on a couch and Looks at a color show He lives in a bungalow He lives in a bungalow Different cars in A garage down below Look at my etchings on the wall Look at the lampshade in the hall They told me it's hand-made from Japan They sold me a ready-made again We like middle of the road we're Living in the middle of the room She lives in a bungalow She lives in a bungalow Sits on a sofa Looks at the colour show Doing the dishies by machine She is the wedgewood kitchen queen Sits at the pool with Martini cool she's Getting too fat and He's a fool They like middle of the road they're Living in the middle of the room @SONG: 1:30 (Peters) I can't sleep Counting sheep The hours slowly slip away Half past one Half past two Someone please tell me what to do I'll fix myself a drink So now I leave the bed My thoughts they rule my head Hear that hum There's a buzz I think about the two of us Who is wrong Who is right This question keeps me up all night You're living in a world That's made up by yourself Hey honey you need help Just like the sun Just like the sun Just like the sun you came my way I couldn't run Couldn't hide Between dawn and dusk you had your day Did I tell you There's no future for the sun One day your time has come Half past one Half past two Half past one Half past two ... @SONG: Johnny Said: Silver (Hofstede) Johnny and Betty they [dreamed?] Of all the beautiful things They had seen inside a magazine And he was reading lots of different books and Betty Betty she didn't mind She had a mirror to look behind The kitchen was made for you The TV is on for two It must have been a happy life Still there were feelings inside And sometimes she would sit up and drink all night And he was reading lots of different books and Betty Betty she didn't mind She had a mirror to look behind The kitchen was made for you The TV is on for two Johnny said silver She said gold She's only eighteen years and He's getting too old @SONG: Who's the Killer (Hofstede) Whatever happened to Mrs Malloo When they found her this morning She had been shot thru' the head And with the blood on the bed The killer wrote 'Good Mourning' This is a mystery Next one could be you or me Who's the killer Where's the gun King Kong killer in a tropical thriller Stepping out of the bamboo (boooh) Banana bullet will never go through it So what else could this ape do This is a tragedy Edgar Allan poetry Who's the killer Where's the Billy the Kid he wasn't able to hit The head of poor Mrs Malloo Bungalow Bill tell us who did you kill Someone has done it before you Killer's on the run He's the lucky one The killer The gun Ooh tequila Where's the rum Who's the killer Where's the gun @SONG: Take a Piece (Hofstede) Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday's gone Friday Saturday Sunday is no fun Mr Moonshine that girl is mine For a long time I was wrong Take a piece of my heart Take a piece of my heart [I?] don't know what to do with it As long as you're not losing it You keep it for some years Have you seen the magazine The photograph where she was on She could be a money-honey In a wolsely sixty-one How many years ago I don't know I don't know How many years ago I don't know I don't know Suddenly there's 7-up For you and me and you did run Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday and Sunday Seven days they are no fun When the lady's gone Take a piece of my heart [?] @SONG: Tent (reprise) (Hofstede) (Your name) (Address) (Place of birth) (Passport number) (Tickets please) (Boarding cards) (Queue here) (Ladies) (Gentlemen) (This way) (Way out) Bachelor boy Sixteen days off Looking for a Holiday love On camping sites He spends his nights Can this sun tan Make him a man P R factor Number ten ten You're frightened of My freckles love Can this sun tan Make him a man @SONG: Umbrella (Hofstede) 'One hour cleaning' That's what they say But they kept my raincoat For more than a day One hour shower I'm soaking wet between The wellingtons we met You should see the neigbours and family When I bring that sweetheart home (with me) To (for tea) Day (can see) That I'm in love with umbrella And I wish I could tell her That I'm not like other fellows 'Cos I'm in love with umbrella I'm not really interested In a pretty parasol For our love would not have lasted In the rain and fall @SONG: Some Other Night (Peters) The evening has come to an end Although we were very close friends Somehow it ends I met you a long time ago I don't think that you'll ever know I miss you so I hope you come see me tonight The last time you looked out of sight Looked out of sight Instead of you watching TV You might spend an evening with me Maybe you'll see There's more between you and I Than empty words and space I'd love to see your face When I talk to you on the phone You stop me from feeling alone Feeling alone You said that you will but you won't You promised to do but you don't Do but you don't You promised me once before You never got past my door You let me down once before The evening has come to an end I don't think that I call again Somehow it ends You said you come and see me tonight You didn't so I have to try Some other night @SONG: Harrow Accident (Peters) Girl you look so pale you need a holiday Why not take a break in the Scottish hills This turned out to be a very bad advice That I [do?] regret and always will Took you to St Pancras and supplied the fare You took my arm and smiled at me How was I to know this would be the very last time THat we were together you and me It seems like yesterday The day you [went?] away <- I suggest : passed Somehow you couldn't stay Royal Scot was running up the Western route At eighty miles an hour or even more When it left the rails at the points near Harrow Town More than a hundred killed was the tragic score