Ons lijflied van ons toertje geschreven door Vanessa op de tonen van It's a Heartache (Bonny Tyler)
On the 15th of June, it was THE DAY,
When we finally broke away,
But we drove around in circles,
And I thought, "Oh, I just want to quit this group!"
It's a heartache,
Nothing but a heartache,
Hits you when it's too late,
Hits you when you're down.
On the boat, we parked our metal steeds,
And slept or drank, depending on our needs,
But oh my god, what was that smell?
Are we driving on the highway to hell?
It's a heartache,
Nothing but a heartache,
Hits you when it's too late,
Hits you when you're down.
Our bikes slice through the wind,
Like knives through Scottish butter,
But unfortunately, sometimes,
Bart gets stuck in the gutter.
It's a heartache,
Nothing but a heartache,
Hits you when it's too late,
Hits you when you're down.
Which keeps us in the perfect mood,
For glasses of ginger-colored booze,
And a ruin that looks like a middle finger.
Handy John uses every tool,
To fix the bike of that one fool,
Who bought his Chinese bike at a lower cost,
And imported it using BPost.
You'll see us looking down,
Over the hills and in every town,
Looking for spare parts and under some pressure,
For beautiful stones of small measure.
It's a heartache, Nothing but a heartache,
Hits you when it's too late,
Hits you when you're down.
No wonder the outdoor tub was tremendously hot,
It was placed under "some" solar panels, really a lot.
The petrol is counted in gallons, not liters,
We tried to drink it, but it was too bitter.
Belgium is calling, and pounds are spent,
Sadly, our trip is coming to an end,
Our beards grow longer, uneven and grey,
And are soaked in Cleynetish and Pulteney.
Oh Scotland, Oh Scotland,
I must really say,
We saw a million beautiful things on our way,
I will be back, but with a different gang,
And I'll remember the song which we sang.
It's a heartache,
Nothing but a heartache,
Hits you when it's too late,
Hits you when you're down.
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