Jean-Claude Van Damme is a Belgian superman, he's the star of the silver screen, at Cannes.
Hercule Poirot, a detective you might know, helps police when they're too slow.
The Marsupilami, has a house in a tree, and he lives in the jungles of Palombie.
Smurfs are all blue, but there's nothing they can do, to stop Gargamel being a fool.
Belgium is just delicious, with beer, chocolates and fries.
We've got lots of waffles, a sea full of mussels, this country is quite a surprise.
Jacques the superstar, sang "ne me quitte pas" he put love, and life and death in his repertoire.
Don't forget your hooting when Thielemans is Tooting, jazz is really his thing.
Willy Vandersteen, is always so keen for Suske and Wiske to make such a scene.
Victor Horta, was always going far, he invented Les Nouveau Arts.
Eddie Merckx is the fastest man on two wheels.
Wilmots said let's play it, the Red Devils made it, all the way to Brazil.
Philippe Geluck, is really quite a hoot, Le Chat is one of a kind, there's no substitute.
Adolf Sax took time to relax, he invented the beautiful sax.
Belgium is such a great land, its not boring or bland.
Waar is de fete, hier is de fete, that's all you need to understand.
© Martin Watson 2014
Love on a Friday night
I was drinking last Friday night at the café
I Saw a pretty woman, and I had to smile.
She was sitting with a man
They were flirting as she squeezed his hand.
She giggled and kissed him all the while
Love on a Friday night,
Passion running high,
I remember love like that
It’s what makes this world go by
Watching them I remember when I was that guy
A Love so sweet, I couldn’t get enough.
I smiled, she sighed,
Love was there we realized
Felt so good, I remember it today
I hold her head in my hands,
Her arms move around me,
Stare in each other’s eyes,
And it’s love we recognize
We take a break, come up for air,
No one’s watching, but we don't care,
we know by the look on our face, we’re in the right place
In the cafe, they get up to leave
Their smiles and excitement easy to see
They kiss and hold each other tight
Walking out into the night
Their next stop, I can’t say, but isn’t that love’s way?
It’s what makes you feel like you can fly
Lyrics and Melody by Jeff R. Wisnom © 2014