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Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter ;)

Oscar Wilde


One, one night in Rio, (in Rio)

Two, two days in LA (in LA)

We had a short, a short stop in Moscow

But there was no, (no…) no time to stay (to stay, to stay, to….)


We’ll had to meet this promoter in New York

So we met at the Hilton Hotel at the lobby

We said we have to leave immediately to Germany

So we hired a cab,

When I saw the cab I thought I’ll faint! because this little cab

Was jut a Mitsubishi, a shifted car,

I’m used to ridin’ limousines, luxury cars, with all my stuff,

a minimum one suitcase, two pairs of shoes and three backup singers

I’m used to this, I need this!


Anyway, this driver had no idea how to get to the airport,

‘cause at the 14th street he took a left turn, instead of a right turn,

and I was really mad at him which us:

Hey man we have to.. to be at the airport in a few moments!

So how hard can you do that!

‘cause the flight, leaves, to Berlin!


One, one fancy cocktail (in the sky)

Two, two pieces of lemon

Three, three crying babies (next to me)

And after four drinks, they wouldn’t serve me no more…


Well after flying for seven hours in economy class

I was really mad, three crying babies

And no more liquor, and no sleep

So finally we arrived in Berlin

It was raining, of course

So nobody’s picking us up

‘cause where the hell are these guys?

But anyway, so let’s go get the luggage

And we went down and, there was no luggage, there was no luggage!

So I waited half an hour for my luggage

So I went down to the counter and said: excuse me, where is my luggage?

We flew from New York to Berlin

So he looked into his computer, and he said:

Sir, it’s on the way to LA (LA, LA, LA…)


I had one, one, one bedroom apartment (one bedroom apartment)

There were two, two things on my mind (my mind)

I want to go back (back), back to my luggage

I want to leave (leave), leave this place behind


Ok, I’m sitting at the airplane to Los Angeles to get my luggage back

It’s quiet and next to me there is a friendly guy from Morocco or somewhere

So we talk, and I wanted to show him the pictures of my boat, and guess what?

I find out, that I forgot my wallet in the apartment, in Berlin!

And here I am, no cash, no credit cards, not wearing a suit, for four days!

Suddenly, the nice guy beside me jumps up with a pistol in his hand!

Runs to the cockpit and demands that the pilot has to go to Rio de Janeiro!


One, just one night in Rio (in Rio)

Too, too tired to complain (buagh)

Three, three stamps in my passport

For you it might sound funny (well…)

But I was in pain


All right after twenty six hours

We got rescued by the brazilian anti-terror squad

Nice guys by the way

Later at the gate, I see this BEAUTIFUL lady smiling at me

I go over there, and talk to her

And she, invites me to go to her house

Sounds like, there’s a chance to shave


And is one, one night in Rio (Rio)

We had two, two glass of champagne (champagne)

And after three, three minutes of talking (hahaha)

We made love (love...), again and again (again again again…)


Aagghh, its four o’clock in the morning and I’m getting a little rest

You know what I’ll say, hah it was a rough night

My cell phone rings it’s my agent Steve

He’s telling me he’s waiting on my boat in Malibu

with all my luggage Thank God!

Ready to go to Honolulu, I could dress, go to the airport,

pick up my ticket,

because I have to go back, back to LA


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Taken on March 31, 2007