Guess which song these lyrics are from

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TheDoctor

Europe Endless
Moderator
Location
The TerrorVortex
That sounds like 'Sorted for Es and Whizz" but I bet it isn't.
*Googles*
Wow!
OK then.
I've got to have a memory, though I have never been there.
I have never had you.
 

TheDoctor

Europe Endless
Moderator
Location
The TerrorVortex
Sun is shining, clouds have gone by
All the people give a happy sigh
He has passed by, giving his sign
Left all the people feeling so fine
That's The Wizard by Black Sabbath IIRC.
Anyway. My lyrics above stand. Another line, if it's needed.
I collect - I reject.
 

fimm

Veteran
Location
Edinburgh
That sounds like 'Sorted for Es and Whizz" but I bet it isn't.
*Googles*
Wow!
OK then.
I've got to have a memory, though I have never been there.
I have never had you.
Correct (as google has confirmed). I wasn't sure if it would be too obscure!
 
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Accy cyclist

Legendary Member
Ok here's another.


Do you know what you want? You don't know for sure
You don't feel right, you can't find a cure
And you're gettin' less than what you're lookin' for
You don't have money or a fancy car
And you're tired of wishin' on a falling star
 

ianrauk

Tattooed Beat Messiah
Location
Rides Ti2
Ok here's another.


Do you know what you want? You don't know for sure
You don't feel right, you can't find a cure
And you're gettin' less than what you're lookin' for
You don't have money or a fancy car
And you're tired of wishin' on a falling star


Easy.
Kiss (or Argent) God Gave Rock n Roll To You
 

swee'pea99

Legendary Member
"you put you left leg in, your left leg out, in out in out"

Hey, that sounds like a cue for my 'letter from the Guardian', previously posted but bears repetition:

While in Yugoslavia in 1947, as a member of the Britanska Brigada, helping to construct the Omladinska Pruga (Youth Railway) through the Bosnian mountains from Samac to Sarajevo, we were informed that we were to send a team to Zenica to participate in a sports event with other brigades, almost all from east European countries. As the games were ending (with unfortunately little British prize-winning), we were told to prepare for a “cultural artistic” finale, at which each country would present their national dance in the main arena. We were told that this was the moment we should display our national pride. No one knew Morris dancing but we all knew the hokey cokey (Letters, 25 September). It was received with rapturous applause, followed by many requests to show other nationalities exactly how it was performed, so they could take the dance home with them. The meeting had as its slogan “Death to fascism – freedom for the people”. I like to think that we contributed in some small way.
Bruce Vivash Jones
Cirencester, Gloucestershire
 
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