Buen fin de semana a tod@s.

[Soulman]

A tod@s l@s componentes de la grandiosa 24flotilla: ¡buen fin de semana!

Un "peasho" de tema:

[ancla]

gracias soul.

[Siurell]

My heart is crying, crying lonely teardrops
my pillow's never dry of lonely teardrops
come home, come ho-o-o-o-o-ome
just say you will (say you will)
sa-ay you will (say you will)
hey-ah-hey (say you will)
My heart is crying, crying lonely teardrops
my pillow's never dry of lonely teardrops
come home, come ho-o-o-o-o-ome
just say you will, say you-ou-ou wi-ill (say you will)
sa-ay you will (say you will)
hey-ah-hey (say you will)
Just give me a-a-a-nother chance for our romance
come on and tell me that one day you'll retu-u-urn
'cause every day that you've been gone away
you'll know-a my heart does nothing but bu-u-urn
Crying lonely teardrops
my pillow's never dry of lonely teardrops
come home, come ho-o-o-o-o-ome
just say you will, say you wi-ill (say you will)
sa-ay you will (say you will)
hey-ah-hey (say you will)
Say it right now, baby (say you will)
come on, come on (say you will)
say it, darleeeeeeeeeeen (say you will)
say it right now, baby (say you will)
Fade

[paraban]

Chavalote
Un abrazo

[EMILIO]

Gracias Soul, buen tema!! Buen fin de semana para ti y los tuyos y en especial al nuevo grumetill@ que viene, ya nos contaras; recuerdos de mi Almiranta.
Un abrazo.
Ah... y a la 24 buen finde.
saludos.

[Cabosieso]

Gracias igualmente para ti y los tuyos Soul.

Un abrazo.

Cabo.

[Huntley]

Mother told me, yes she told me
I'd meet girls like you
She also told me stay away
You'll never know what you'll catch
Just the other day I heard
Of a soldier's falling off
Some Indonesian junk
That's going 'round
(Chorus):
Mommy's allright, Daddy's allright
They just seem a little weird
Surrender, surrender
But don't give yourself away
Father says your mother's right
She's really up on things
Before we married Mommy served
On the WACs in the Philippines
Now I had heard the WACs recruited
Old maids for the war
But Mommy isn't one of those
I've known her all these years
(Chorus)
Whatever happened to all this season's
Losers of the year
Every time I got to thinking
Where'd they disappear
Then I woke up, Mom and Dad
Are rolling on the couch
Rolling numbers, rock and rolling
Got my Kiss records out