music: George Gershwin
lyrics: Mieke Martens

Days can be sunny,
to let us say: waw!
Duijck can be funny,
somehow!

He is so clever,
don't need extecy!
Living for ever,
like me!

He's living for his work,
dear Old Donald Duijck;
I call him just as well:
Mister Duracell!

He's exotic
he's erotic, he's hypnotic,
who could ask for anything more?

Please, I'm dizzy,
I'm so busy, it's not easy,
never ask me anything more!

Supersonisch, kosmogonisch,
een Adonis, just like me!

Kale koptjes,
schuine moptjes, schouderkloptjes,
who could ask for anything more?
Never ask me anything more!

I asked my father:
me and Souvagie
look like each other,
Tell me!

I asked my mother:
wat is't now begot?
Is he my brother,
.. or not?

Maar niets is wat het lijkt,
zoals steeds weer blijkt:
it's just a lucky strike,
he's my look-a-like!

Just like Ghandi,
genen dandy, sweet as candy,
who could ask for anything more?

Pavarotti, Helmut Lotti,
Philippe Vlotti,
who could ask for anything more?

Nooit de kluts kwijt!
Da's de waarheid!
Lovely skinhead,
just like me!

En speciaal voor,
't Madrigaalkoor, één en al oor,
who could ask for anything more?
Never ask me anything more!