Joepie Joepie
Frank van Pamelen
Yay Yay
The worst part of that song isn't really
The fact that Yay Yay has shown up
And in passing, taken that girl away
'Cause that happens more and more these days
The reason I protest so loudly
Is that the lyrics then shamelessly
Are filled with all sorts of symptoms
Of carefree sexual encounters
Yay Yay has come around
Took my girl away
But I can't really mourn
Quickly found another one
I've loaded up my car
Full of young girls
Come on, Marjanneke, pour it in the jar
Little tower, little tower, firecracker
What's hanging out? A golden flute
He's coming, he's coming, he's coming, he's cooooming
Here I lay my handkerchief down
It's absurd that boys and girls
Are pointed out earlier and earlier
To the unreliability
Of changing connections
While they can still read
These kinds of lewd tunes
Filled with open promiscuity
In the songbooks.
