Het was een tijd mijn lijflied, maar het kwam wel neer op faire bonne mine à mauvais jeu: ik had “gewoon” niemand. Na enig beraad ter redactie besluiten wij dat het blaasinstrument bij het refrein een (alt-)hobo is.
Voor de zielepoten in Zaandam.
Since I was young I’ve been very hard to please
And I don’t know wrong from right
But there is one thing I will never understand
Some of the sick things that a girl does to a man, so
I’m just sittin’ on a fence
You can say I got no sense
Trying to make up my mind
Really is so horrifying
So I’m sittin’ on a fence
All of my friends at school grew up and settled down
And they mortgaged up their lives
One thing’s not said too much, but I think it’s true
They just get married cause they’ve nothing else to do, so
I’m just sittin’ on a fence
You can say I got no sense
Trying to make up my mind
Really is too horrifying
So I’m sittin’ on a fence
(2x)
The day can come when you get old and sick and tired of life
You just never realise
Maybe the choice you made wasn’t really right
But you go out and you don’t come back at night, so
I’m just sittin’ on a fence
You can say I got no sense
Trying to make up my mind
Really is so horrifying
So I’m sittin’ on a fence
Sittin’on a fence, Twice as Much, 1966.
Oorspronkelijk van de Rolling Stones maar die gooien er geen hobó tegen aan.
