Artist: Herman Brood & His Wild Romance
Herman Brood & His Wild Romance's lyrics & chords
Herman Brood (born Zwolle, The Netherlands, 05 November 1946; died Amsterdam, 11 July 2001) was a Dutch rock and roll musician, painter and media personality. Brood was the Dutch personification of "sex, drugs and rock 'n roll". After playing piano in Cuby + Blizzards and several other bands since 1964, Brood started his own group, Herman Brood & His Wild Romance, in 1977. The band had their first hit single, Saturday Night, in 1978, from his best known and most succesful studio album, 1978's Shpritsz. But even more than his music, it was his...read more
What Beef Help me Propaganda Nightcat Voices Time to split Price Showbiz blues Answer as a man No ballad Kill for nothing I love the life i live Fake Groupie girl Eyes My funny valentine Will you still love me tomorrow Nothing but these blues Shut up Comin off Tough Dat dere Brickyard blues 7th son Stop this world Clear Shy I get a kick out of you Crash Cocaine Steal Wild ladies Swinging machine Rainbow Wild sugar Take it all in Two together What becomes of the broken hearted Dreams Bodyguard Boys in black Bucket boy Jungle Waiting for my man On top of you Johnny Babies Herman ist high Hell on wheels Break away All the girls are crazy Something is wrong with my baby Strangers in the night Saga of new york 50 jaar Eternal flame Als je wint Fire and rain Get married Sleeping bird Brown eyed handsome man Da do run run Mabellene Gimmi your love Hold on to my love Real to real Groovin Dum dum hole Great balls of fire No love Cripple without you Tune Crack it up Boston usa Wheels Run for your life Fall Cat smoke Introduction Don´t go to strangers Backstage talk Poorin it all out Slow That´s the way love it Kid stuff Yakkety yak Maak van uw scheet een donderslag Ik hoop dat ik stoor Answer Hocus pocus Interview Fresh poison I miss you Lola Dirt city woman I did it my way Cant stand it The talkin Nooit meer terug naar die rotschool Stop messing around in my head Papa was a roling stone Redneck lady Working the road Little trouble maker City lights He´ll have to go Hang on sloopy Beefin´ it up Pale blue eyes It ain´t the gun Torture yourself Shpritsz side a
