Ze Zijn Nog Niet Vergeten (deel 1)

I can't forget them, those songs of yesteryear
They are not worn out, here we go again

In our Jordaan neighborhood
You sing 'hela hola hopladihee'
In our Jordaan neighborhood
You see the boys and girls dancing
Hadsee
In our Jordaan neighborhood
Where the flowers stand in the windows
And the Amsterdam humor never gets lost
As long as the spoon is in the knitting pot

Give me Amsterdam
It's prettier than Paris
Give me Amsterdam
My Mokum paradise
Give me Amsterdam
With its Amstel and the Ij
Because in Mokum I am rich and happy at the same time
Give me Amsterdam

That's how the Jordaan is
Come here and look at the people
That's how you see them
Whether you want to sing, dance, or not
With the Jordanezen, that's where you should be
If you want to live happily
That's how the Jordaan is
And it will never be lost

A 'pikketanissie' always hits the spot
A 'pikketanissie' makes you happy
I have no interest in that French pernod
That white stuff, you can have it
But that Danish aquavit
I'll never drink in my life
Instead of vodka or gin
A 'pikketanissie', a 'pikketanissie', a 'pikketanissie' always hits the spot

You can only look at it
But not touch
You can only look at it
But not touch
You can only look at it
But not touch
You can only look at it
But not touch

They can say whatever they want about us
But Jordanezen are not bad
They claim, it's ridiculous
That a person from the Jordaan always fights
They can say whatever they want about me
The Jordanezen are a people with flair
We have our own little language
But Jordanezen are not vulgar

I can't forget them, those songs of yesteryear
They are not worn out, here we go again

In our Jordaan neighborhood
You sing 'hela hola holadihee'
In our Jordaan neighborhood
You see the boys and girls dancing
Hadsee
In our Jordaan neighborhood
Where the flowers stand in the windows
And the Amsterdam humor never gets lost
As long as the spoon is in the knitting pot