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Oh, nicht dick gedruckt, das Lied... 
Hallo Herta, freue mich auch, dich hier zu treffen... 
Dann mal ab ans Lagerfeuer! 
Dass du heute einiges gesehen hast, dass kann ich mir vorstellen liebe Stefanie.
Komm wir stoßen nochmal an
rn: auf
die Nomadern:
Liebe Herta, ja, es war viel zu sehen und ich musste viel laufen... Jetzt habe ich Rückenschmerzen.
Okay, lass uns anstoßen - auf die liebe Nomade und ihre 777 Tage! rn:rn:
One of us - Joan Osborne
If God had a name what would it be?
And would you call it to his face?
If you were faced with Him in all His glory
What would you ask if you had just one question?
And yeah, yeah, God is great
Yeah, yeah, God is good
And yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
What if God was one of us?
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Tryin' to make his way home?
If God had a face what would it look like?
And would you want to see if, seeing meant
That you would have to believe in things like heaven
And in Jesus and the saints, and all the prophets?
And yeah, yeah, God is great
Yeah, yeah, God is good
And yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
What if God was one of us?
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Tryin' to make his way home?
Just tryin' to make his way home
Like back up to heaven all alone
Nobody callin' on the phone
'Cept for the Pope maybe in Rome
And yeah, yeah, God is great
Yeah, yeah, God is good
And yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
What if God was one of us?
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Tryin' to make his way home?
Just tryin' to make his way home
Like a holy rolling stone
Back up to heaven all alone
Just tryin' to make his way home
Nobody callin' on the phone
'Cept for the Pope maybe in Rome
An der Bar herumlungern......das hört sich nach PrinzRalf an 
Hallo lieber Ralf!
Schön dich hier zu sehen!
Wie geht es dir?
Prost!rn:
.... guten Abend Steffi & Stefanie, Ralf - *Prost* rn: rn: rn: rn:
noch ein bißchen Musike 
You'll Have to Swing It (Mr. Paganini) von Ella Fitzgerald
The concert was over in Deutschland Hall
The maestro took bow after bow
He said my dear friends I have given my all
I'm sorry, it's all over now
When from the balcony
Way up high
There suddenly came
A mournful cry
Mister Paganini, please play my rhapsody
And if you cannot play it, won't you sing it
And if you can't sing it, you simply have to
Listen Paganini
We breathlessly await
Your masterful baton
Go on and swing it
And if you can't swing it
You simply have to
We've heard your repertoire
And at the final bar
We greeted you with round applause
But what a great ovation
Your interpretation of
I never cared much for moonlit skies
I never blinked back at fireflies
Would do
So Paganini
Don't you be a meany
What have you up your sleeve
Come on and spring it
And if you can't spring it
You simply have to
Listen Paganini
Please play my rhapsody
And if you cannot play it
Won't you sing it
If the boys are bopping
Ain't no need to stopping
Listen Paganini
We breathlessly await
Your masterful baton
Go on and swing it
If the boys are bopping
Ain't no need to stopping
Heard your repertoire
And at the final bar
We greeted you, we greeted you
With round applause
But what a great ovation
Your interpretation
Listen Paganini
Now don't you be a meany
What have you up your sleeve
Come on and spring it
And if you can't spring it
You simply have to swing it
.... oooooh - steht stumm und staunt....oooooh
.... liebster Zeremonienmeister Tuppi-Herry, bring mir bitte einen Mochito mit - mich hat's schon umgehauen und ich lausche dem Tambourchor von einer Liege aus
Liebe Nomade,
Da hast du aber eine tolle Feier hier heute! Auch hier noch kurz Glückwünsche von mir. Ich finde es toll wie du deinen Weg gehst und hier immer mit Rat überall unterwegs bist.
Jetzt verschwinde ich schnell wieder. Die Erkältung findet feiern gerade nicht angebracht, aber kurz reinschauen musste sein.
Grüße,
Quasi
