Roger Federer (German pronunciation: [ˈfeːdəʁɐ]) (born 8 August 1981) is a Swiss professional tennis player who held the ATP No. 1 position for a record 237 consecutive weeks from 2 February 2004 to 18 August 2008. Federer has occupied the #1 ranking for 285 overall weeks, one week short of the record 286 weeks held by Pete Sampras. As of 28 May 2012, he is ranked World No. 3. Federer has won a men's record 16 Grand Slam singles titles. He is one of seven male players to capture the career Grand Slam and one of three (with Andre Agassi and Rafael Nadal) to do so on three different surfaces (clay, grass, and hard courts). He is the only male player in tennis history to have reached the title match of each Grand Slam tournament at least five times and also the final at each of the nine ATP Masters 1000 Tournaments. Many sports analysts, tennis critics, and former and current players consider Federer to be the greatest tennis player of all time.
Federer has appeared in an unprecedented 23 career Grand Slam tournament finals, including a men's record ten in a row, and appeared in 18 of 19 finals from the 2005 Wimbledon Championships through the 2010 Australian Open, the lone exception being the 2008 Australian Open. He holds the record of reaching the semifinals or better of 23 consecutive Grand Slam tournaments over five and a half years, from the 2004 Wimbledon Championships through the 2010 Australian Open. At the 2012 Australian Open, he reached a record 31st consecutive Grand Slam quarterfinal. During the course of his run at the 2012 French Open in Roland Garros, Federer eclipsed Jimmy Connors long standing record of 233 match wins in Grand Slam tournaments when he defeated Adrian Ungur in a second round match.
Swiss mercenaries were notable for their service in foreign armies, especially the armies of the Kings of France, throughout the Early Modern period of European history, from the Later Middle Ages into the Age of the European Enlightenment. Their service as mercenaries was at its peak during the Renaissance, when their proven battlefield capabilities made them sought-after mercenary troops.
In William Shakespeare's Hamlet, Act IV, Scene 5, Swiss mercenaries are called "Switzers"(Switzer is actually what the Swiss were called in English until the 19th century).
During the Late Middle Ages, mercenary forces grew in importance in Europe, as veterans from the Hundred Years War and other conflicts came to see soldiering as a profession rather than a temporary activity, and commanders sought long-term professionals rather than temporary feudal levies to fight their wars. Swiss mercenaries (Reisläufer) were valued throughout Late Medieval Europe for the power of their determined mass attack in deep columns with the pike and halberd. Hiring them was made even more attractive because entire ready-made Swiss mercenary contingents could be obtained by simply contracting with their local governments, the various Swiss cantons—the cantons had a form of militia system in which the soldiers were bound to serve and were trained and equipped to do so. Some Swiss also hired themselves out individually or in small bands.
He was a good lookin' guy
Stood about six foot three
Long brown hair
As nice as he could be
Everybody liked him
But he didn't have a clue
He looked silly as hell
In those funny French shoes
You know the type
Without any heels
Leather souls
Kind of a slip on deal
He was cavalier
Whether he'd win or lose
But he looked silly as hell
In those funny French shoes
CHORUS
Funny French shoes
Funny French shoes
No man should be wearin'
Those funny French shoes
They look good on a woman's foot
I must say that they do
But no guy should be wearin'
Those funny French shoes
I know it's not right
To judge a man by his clothes
By the way that he looks
Or the people he may know
I'm embarrassed to say
If I had to choose
I could never really trust
Any man wearing those funny French shoes
CHORUS
Get some socks on, man!
Written by: John Mellencamp
He was a good lookin' guy.
Stood about six foot three,
Long brown hair
As nice as he could be.
Everybody liked him
But he didn't have a clue,
He looked silly as hell
In those funny French shoes.
You know the type
Without any heels,
Leather soles,
Kind of a slip on deal.
He was cavalier
Whether he'd win or lose
But he looked silly as hell
In those funny French shoes.
I know it's not right
To judge a man by his clothes,
By the way that he looks
Or the people he may know.
I'm embarrassed to say
If I had to choose
I could never really trust
Any man wearing those funny French shoes.
Funny French shoes,
Funny French shoes,
No man should be wearin'
Those funny French shoes.
They look good on a woman's foot.
I must say that they do
But no guy should be wearin'
Those funny French shoes.
Get some socks on, man!
Days are gone
Days are long and you’re
You’re looking older
Over your shoulder
You’re never wrong
Carry on and you’re
You want your baby to want you
Now you’re stuck in a corner, yeah
Your ocean’s drying out
Don’t let your sun go down
Made a start
With the holes in your heart and you’re
You’re feeling much stronger
Your baby she wants you
You’re always the same
You’re always to blame and you’re
You pray for the weekend
Now in at the deep end, yeah
Your ocean’s drying out
Don’t let your sun go down
Sunday mornings
Gone away
They’ll be back someday
Your ocean’s drying out
Don’t let your sun go down
Your ocean’s drying out
Don’t let your sun go down
Sunday mornings
Gone away
They’ll be back someday
Sunday mornings
Gone away
She comes to class at half past seven
Me and the boys think she's heaven
Mademoiselle Angelina french will teach
And we know it very well she's a little bitch
But i know
From the class i'm the one who will pass.
Cause anytime she's teaching we go "C'est la vie!"
Her lesson is french kissing and she's kissing me
"Voulez-vous" she's singing i say let it be
If anybody's asking "C'est la vïe!"(x2)
I turn 18 and she is 30,
But she is hot and i am naughty,
Mademoiselle Angelina french will teach
And we know it very well she's a little bitch
But i know
From the class i'm the one that will pass.
Refren:
Cause anytime she's teaching we go "C'est la vie!"
Her lesson is french kissing and she's kissing me
"Voulez-vous" she's singing i say let it be
If anybody's asking "C'est la vïe!"(x2)
Turn off the lights and you give it to me slow
That's how I like it oh I like you
Turn off the lights and you give it to me slow
That's how I like it oh I know you
Get me to the hospital cause you break my heart
You're puttin' on your makeup it's tearing me apart
I'm touching your skin it's doing me in
You're addicted and I'm not loving it
I need to know
If you like me too
Cause this feeling that I get
I only get with you
So take off your dress
And show me what you do
Take off your dress
And show me what you do
Turn off all the lights
(Uh oh)
French kiss
(All night)
Turn off all the lights
(Uh oh)
French kiss
(All night)
Turn off all the lights
(Uh oh)
French kiss
Your bright red lipstick is killing me tonight
Your bright red lipstick is killing me tonight
Your bright red lipstick is killing me tonight
Girl you're a disaster but I don't care
You're touching me with my hands in your hair
So damn hot
Girl I can't stop
Oh my god
Take me to the hot spot
I need to know
If you like me too
Cause this feeling that I get
I only get with you
So take off your dress
And show me what you do
Take off your dress
And show me what you do
Turn off all the lights
(Uh oh)
French kiss
(All night)
Turn off all the lights
(Uh oh)
French kiss
(All night)
Turn off all the lights
(Uh oh)
French French kiss
Your bright red lipstick is killing me tonight
Your bright red lipstick is killing me tonight
Your bright red lipstick is killing me tonight
Turn off the lights and you give it to me slow
That's how I like it oh I like you
Turn off the lights and you give it to me slow
That's how I like it oh I know you
Turn off the lights and you give it to me slow
That's how I like it oh I know you
Turn off the lights and you give it to me slow
That's how I like it oh I know you
Turn off all the lights
French kiss
Turn off all the lights
(Uh oh)
French kiss
(All night)
Turn off all the lights
French French kiss
Your bright red lipstick is killing me tonight
Turn off all the lights
(Uh oh)
French kiss
(All night)
Turn off all the lights
(Uh oh)
French kiss
(All night)
Turn off all the lights (lights lights)
French kiss
Your bright red lipstick is killing me tonight
Your bright red lipstick is killing me tonight
French kiss so fine
I didn't know one kiss
Could blow my mind
French kiss so true
You lost yourself in me
Now i lose myself in you
I never did see it coming
I never been kissed like that before no no no
And now i can't stop myself from tripping on you
Girl i just wanna kiss you more
French kiss so fine
I didn't know one kiss
Could blow my mind
French kiss so true
You lost yourself in me
Now i lose myself in you
All i wanna do is kiss kiss kiss
All i wanna do is kiss like that
All i wanna do you make me feel so fine
It's all i wanna do all of the time
We used to just hang out together
(it's true baby girl)
But it can't be like it was before no no no
Some about your eyes and the way that you smile
You were my best friend but now you're so much more
French kiss so fine
I didn't know one kiss
Could blow my mind
French kiss so true
You lost yourself in me
Now i lose myself in you
All i wanna do is lips lips lips
All i wanna do is trip on this
All i wanna do is let it flow
Not too fast not too slow
All i wanna do is kiss kiss kiss
All i wanna do is kiss like that
All i wanna do you make me feel so fine
It's all i wanna do all of the time
French kiss so fine
I didn't know one kiss
Could blow my mind
French kiss so true
You lost yourself in me
Now i lose myself in you
French kiss so fine
I didn't know one kiss
Could blow my mind
French kiss so true
You lost yourself in me
Now i lose myself in you
French kiss so fine
I didn't know one kiss
Could blow my mind
French kiss so true
You lost yourself in me