K. de Roode
K. is 41 years old.
She is the Electric Guitarist of De Bremer stadsmuzikanten.
K. is also known as "De rode blondje".
K. is located in Amsterdam at Zorgvlied.
K. likes to rest during off hours and is trying to improve skill in order to get ahead professionally.
Дайте людям рому!
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Song Details
Дайте людям рому! is Crowdpleaser music in tempo Moderato. The music is earth shaking and the lyrics are earth shaking. The song was written 4/22/2023 by K. de Roode. The originality is perfect.
| Fame: |
91 |
| Popularity: |
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| Stage Potential: |
40 |
| Genre: |
Punk Rock |
| Owner: |
Король и Шут |
| First Revealed: |
5/4/2023 |
| Price: |
The rights to this song were sold for 1,000.00 M$ on the song market. |
Dominant Instruments
Lead Vocals
Accordion
Special Lyrics
Give me rum! Hoi! Hoi! Hoi!
Shout like thunder:
- Give the people rum!
We've got to get some rum
People must have rum!
- Ladies and gentlemen!
Oh, what a trifle!
We're out of food,
There's no more rum in the cellar
It's New Year's Eve,
For the fifth night in a row
The townsfolk have been drinking rum,
And everyone's shouting at the same time.
- What do you give the guests?
Chess and bingo?
You can't fool us!
Are you an innkeeper or what?!
Where, where, where, where, where is the pianist?
He's asleep under the piano!
Where, where, where, where, where is the violinist
He's got a headache.
All, all, all decent people
Have turned into a rabble.
The people won't stop!
Hello, New Year's Eve!
- The guests want rum, of course,
And he'll be here tomorrow afternoon.
The world is angry with the old man.
Goodbye, my little inn.
Shout like thunder:
- Give the people rum!
We've got to get some rum
Rum for the people to drink!
The abbot has come into the inn!
Well, to hell with him,
If it were not for the strange fact
That the jester was with him.
And, having looked upon the people,
They made a meal for them all
Of buffoonery and theology
And theological themes.
Where, where, where, where is the pianist?
Under the piano asleep!
Where, where, where, where is the violinist
He's broken his instrument.
All, all, all decent people
Are now a rabble-rouser.
No one can stop the people!
Hello, New Year!
They drank the rum, bitches...