But of corsh we'd like to be selling you our cheese, tulips and clogs. And I'm guessing you'd still be wanting to visit our 'coffee' shops in old Amsterdam, no?
Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel Never ending or beginning on an ever-spinning reel As the images unwind Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind.
Like a carousel that's turning running rings around the moon Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind.
I'll bring the Dutch coffee next week to do the raving monster looney mash
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Brexit vote makes the Dutchman feel unwelcome, so solo early bird ride today. Home before elevenses.
Hitchin, Holwell, Pirton, Barton, clapped out up the Clappers, Streatley, Lilley, Whitwell, Codicote, Langley, Hitchin.
35 miles @ 17mph. Sunshine all the way. Fresh breeze at first, overheated on Clappers.
Quiet roads before the lunatic coffin on wheels brigade started their antics.
Now for some TdF action
FD
38 miles at 15.8 mph
Bennington, westmill widdial
Still want to sell your Flowers and cheese to us I assume ?
Time for back scratching to win the day.
But usual internet nonsense to ignore first.
CP
But of corsh we'd like to be selling you our cheese, tulips and clogs. And I'm guessing you'd still be wanting to visit our 'coffee' shops in old Amsterdam, no?
Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning on an ever-spinning reel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind.
Flowerpower Dutchman
Where ?
There on the stairs.
Where on the stairs ?
Right there.
A mouse with clogs on.
Well I declare
No need for cash
Do the monster mash
After some Dutch coffee
Like a carousel that's turning running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind.
I'll bring the Dutch coffee next week to do the raving monster looney mash
Screaming Lord Dutch
Pass the Dutchie 'pon the left hand side
It a gonna burn, give me music make me jump and prance
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
Wolfman
And whosoever shall be found
Without the soul for getting down
Must stand and face the hounds of hell
And rot inside a corpse's shell
Thrilling Dutchman
Yeah !
When I'm feeling blue, all I have to do
Is take a look at you, then I'm not so blue
More like green and black
Groovy Dutchman
You melt my soul
Yeah baby
Just to admit one mistake
That can be hard to take
I know we've made them fall
But only fools come back for more
Yeah!
Errol the Groovy Dutchman