Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Mama Leone Composer(s): Benedetto Arico; Pierre Delanoë; Claude Lemesle Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri
Mama Leone, Mama Leone, au bar de l'amitié Mama Leone, tu nous pardonnes: on n'a jamais payé Mama Leone, mais on chantait et tu aimais bien ça Les gens des beaux quartiers de Rome Venaient voir le spectacle quelques fois Mama Leone
Mama Leone, comme les cigognes, on arrivait chez toi Mama Leone, mais à l'automne, on était toujours là Mama Leone, qu'on a fait souffrir ton vieux piano Il est mort près du téléphone Un soir où nous avons joué trop faux Mama Leone
Mama Leone, Mama Leone, au bar de l'amitié Quand minuit sonne y a plus personne pour rire et pour chanter Mama Leone, un coffee-shop ou un drugstore je crois T'ont remplacée au cur de Rome On n'a gardé que ce nom là Mama Leone
Oh Quelle Nuit English Title: Oh, Lonesome Me Composer(s): Don Gibson; M. Tézé Performer(s): Sacha Distel
J'ai bu d'un trait deux fines à l'eau et trois whiskys Et puis après, quelques portos avec Johnny Derrière son bar ,j'le voyais tout petit Oh! quelle nuit
Je me souviens d'avoir dansé le cha cha cha Avec une fille qui ressemblait à Dalida Tout en pleurant j'lui ai confié ma vie Oh! quelle nuit
Tout ça est arrivé parce qu'on t'a raconté Qu'on m'avait vu avec une jolie femme T'as voulu te venger et tu n'es pas rentrée Alors je t'ai cherchée voilà le drame
Au petit jour ,je suis rentré cahin-caha Tu m'attendais sur le palier en pyjama Quand tu m'a vu, tu m' as tendu les bras Oh! quelle nuit
Depuis je t'ai prouvé que cette femme n'était Tout simplement qu'une de mes secrétaires et Toi tu m'as avoué que pour me faire marcher Tu dînais ce soir là avec ta mère
Pendant deux jours je me suis mis à l'eau de Vichy Mais en une nuit j'ai découvert et j'ai compris Que tu est mon indispensable amour Oh! pour la vie Oh! pour la vie Oh! pour la vie
Mama Kin Composer(s): Stephen Tyler Performer(s): Aerosmith and various other artists
It ain't easy, livin' like a gypsy Tell ya, honey, how I feel I've been dreaming Floatin' down stream and Losin' touch with all that is real Whole earth lover, keepin' under cover Never knowin' where ya been You've been fadin', always out paradin Keepin' touch with Mama Kin
Well you've always got your tail on the wag Shootin' fire from your mouth just like a dragon You act like a perpertual drag You better check it out Or someday soon you'll have to climb back on the wagon
It ain't easy, livin' like ya wanna And it's so hard to find piece of mind Yes it is The way I see it, you've got to say shit But don't forget to drop me a line
Said you're as bald as an egg at eighteen And workin' for you dad is just a drag He still stuffs your mouth with your dreams You better check it out Or someday soon you'll have to climb back on the wagon
Keepin' touch with Mama Kin Tell her where you've gone and been Livin' out your fantasy Sleeping late and smoking tea [repeat once]
It ain't easy, livin' like ya wanna And it's so hard to find piece of mind Yes it is The way I see it, you've got to say shit But don't forget to drop me a line
Said you're as bald as an egg at eighteen And workin' for you dad is just a drag He still stuffs your mouth with your dreams You better check it out Or someday soon you'll have to climb back on the wagon
Keepin' touch with Mama Kin Tell her where you've gone and been Livin' out your fantasy Sleeping late and smoking tea (repeat once)
Mama Just Wants To Barrelhouse All Night Long Composer(s): Bruce Cockburn Performer(s): Bruce Cockburn; Dawn Tyler Watson
I was up the road on easy street Watching everybody stand around and cheat A man comes up and says, "Move along Down to the corner where you belong" But mama just wants to barrelhouse all night long
I hear the city singing like a siren choir Some fool tried to set this town on fire TV preacher screams "come on along" I feel like Fay Wray face to face with King Kong But mama just wants to barrelhouse all night long
Sometimes I wonder what I am I feel like I'm living in a hologram It doesn't seem to matter what's right or wrong Everybody's grabbing and coming on strong But mama just wants to barrelhouse all night long
Oh! Oh! Antonio Composer(s): Florrie Forde; Jill Daniels
In quaint native dress an Italian maid Was seeping distress as the streets she strayed Searching in every part for her bold sweetheart And his ice-cream cart
Her English was bad It cannot be denied And so to herself In Italian she cried
Oh! Oh! oh Antonio, he's gone away Left me alone-ee-o, all on my own-ee-o I want to meet him with his new sweetheart Then up will go Antonio and his ice-cream cart
So sad grew the plight of this fair young lass She'd faint at the sight of an ice-cream ????? She dreamed nigh every day he'd come back to stay Then he'd fade away.
Her old hurdy-gurdy All day she'd parade And this she would sing, Sweet tunes that it played
Oh! Oh! Antonio, he's gone away left me alone-ee-o, all on my own-ee-o I want to meet him with he's new sweetheart Then up will go Antonio and his ice-cream cart
Oh! Oh! Antonio, he's gone away Left me alone-ee-o All on my own-ee-o I want to meet him with he's new sweetheart Then up will go Antonio and his ice-cream cart
Mama From The Train Composer(s): Irving Gordon Performer(s): Patti Page
Throw mama from the train a kiss, a kiss Wave mama from the train a goodbye Throw mama from the train a kiss a kiss And don't cry, my baby, don't cry
How I miss that sweet lady with her old-country touch Miss her quaint broken English called *Pennsylvania Dutch* I can still see her there at the station that day Calling out to her baby as the train pulled away
Throw mama from the train a kiss, a kiss Dry mama all your tears, won't you try? Throw mama from the train a kiss, a kiss And eat mama up all her pie
Can't believe that she's gone now, it's a lonely old town Yet I know that her heavenly love keeps looking down 'cause whenever I happen to be passing through I could swear she was there with the warmth I once knew
And I Throw mama from the train a kiss, a kiss Wave mama from the train a goodbye Throw mama from the train a kiss, a kiss And she throws one back from up high
Oh! Mr. Punch Composer(s): Harry Hemsley Performer(s): Harry Hemsley
Oh Mr. Punch you will agree Calls for a lot of sympathy He never has a moment's peace And lives in terror of the police His baby being extra strong Keeps him awake the whole night long His wife nags him, so 'tis said From early dawn till he's in bed
Oh Mister Punch, Oh Mister Punch Of trials and troubles you've a bunch, At breakfast, dinner, supper, lunch, You never have much leisure. You're teased, tormented, day and night, You're set upon, both left and right, It makes us laugh with all our might, And gives us heaps of pleasure.
He's full of quips and merry chaff And loves to make the children laugh In spite of this the fact remains He gets a beating for his pains His enemies have then to learn In course of time a worm will turn And soon poor Punch in manner slick Just sets about them with his stick
Oh Mister Punch, Oh Mister Punch Of trials and troubles you've a bunch At breakfast, dinner, supper, lunch You never have much leisure You're teased, tormented, day and night You're set upon, both left and right It makes us laugh with all our might And gives us heaps of pleasure
Mama Didn't Lie Composer(s): Curtis Mayfield; John Waters Performer(s): Jan Bradley; Doris
Mama didn't lie, she didn't lie Mama didn't lie, she didn't lie Here comes that boy and his friends Making eyes at me again Do they all think that I'm a toy To be played with by every boy? Well, they're wrong to think I Will be caught by the wink of an eye My mama didn't lie (Mama didn't lie) She didn't lie
The greatest pastime in this man's world Is playin' tricks on every young girl To have one is how they get their kick But not me because I know their trick And they're wrong to think I Will be caught by the wink of an eye My mama didn't lie (Mama didn't lie) She didn't lie Mama didn't lie, she didn't lie
I remember what my mama told me She said, "Girl stay in your class You got a whole lot of growin' and a'learnin' to do Girl don't cha go so fast
The greatest pastime in this man's world Is playin' tricks on every young girl To have one is how they get their kick But no me because I know their trick And they're wrong to think I Will be caught by the wink of an eye My mama didn't lie (Mama didn't lie) She didn't lie Mama didn't lie, she didn't lie Mama didn't ...
Mama Caraïbo Composer(s): P.A. Dousset; G. Layani Performer(s): Dalida
Mama Caraïbo allume tes fourneaux La tournée de danse de Fort de France Passe à Paris, Paris-Bercy Mama Caraïbo dans ton petit bistro Avec leurs guitares ils viennent ce soir Te rapporter l'air du pays
Fait cuire du Bombo, Bombo Prépare du Bingo, Bingo et le Colombo, Colombo Ils arrivent bientôt, bientôt
Y a des alizés partout dans le ciel de Paris Des poissons volant autour de l'Ile Saint-Louis Des oiseaux-lyre dans les jardins du Trocadéro Et pleins de Pierrot dans le métro
Mama Caraïbo prend ton vieux paréo Quelque chose me dit que cette nuit Tu vas retrouver tes vingt ans Mama Caraïbo il va faire très très chaud Y aura du soleil dans les ruelles Comme dans les Iles du levant
Un tout petit pas voilà Et puis deux puis trois comme ca Et c'est la bigine diva Viva la Mama, viva Oui vas y tu danses, tu danses Tu as la cadence, avance Bouge bien tes hanches, viva Viva la Mama, viva
Ils vont arrivés avec leurs chemises en couleur Avec leurs tambours et leurs colliers à fleur Au cur de Paris quand ils se mettront à chanter T'entendra le vent dans les palmiers
Mama Caraïbo allume tes fourneaux La tournée de Danse de Fort de France Passe à Paris Paris-Bercy Mama Caraïbo dans ton petit bistro Avec leurs guitares ils viennent ce soir Te rapporter l'air du pays
Fait cuire du Bombo, Bombo Prépare du Bingo, Bingo et le Colombo, Colombo Ils arrivent bientôt, bientôt Un tout petit pas, voilà Et puis deux puis trois, comme ca Et c'est la bigine, diva Viva la Mama,viva
Y a des alizés partout dans le ciel de Paris Des poissons volant autour de l'Ile Saint-Louis Des oiseaux-lyre dans les jardins du Trocadéro Et pleins de Pierrot dans le métro
Mama Caraïbo allume tes fourneaux La tournée de danse de Fort de France Passe à Paris Paris-Bercy Mama Caraïbo dans ton petit bistro Avec leurs guitares ils viennent ce soir Te rapporter l'air du pays
Oh! Mon Amour Composer(s): Michaele; P. de Senneville; O. Toussaint Performer(s): Christophe
Elle a des yeux qui voient la mer A travers la pluie qui descend Elle fait des rêves où elle se perd Entre les grands nuages blancs Elle ne sait plus le jour ni l'heure Elle a des larmes au fond du cur Qui lui font peur
Oh! mon amour écoute-moi Déjà la vie t'attends là-bas Non n'ai pas peur il faut me croire La vie est belle même sans mémoire Tu sais je te raconterai Avec le temps tu comprendras Elle n'entend pas ce que je dis Et sa main dans ma main s'endort Je voudrais être ce pays Où elle s'en va chercher encore Dans le miroir de son passé Ce rêve qui s'était brisé Un soir d'été
Oh! mon amour écoute-moi Un autre monde t'attend là-bas Non n'ai pas peur il faut me croire La vie est belle et notre histoire Peut continuer quand tu voudras Et tout sera comme autrefois
Oh! mon amour ouvre ton cur Tu m'entendras Pardonne le mal que je t'ai fait Je ne te quitterai plus jamais Oui mais demain dans mes cheveux Je vois des soleils dans tes yeux
Oh! mon amour Une autre vie t'attend là-bas Je t'aime tant il faut me croire Le monde est beau et notre histoire Peut continuer quand tu voudras Et tout sera.........
Mama Can't Buy You Love Composer(s): Leroy Bell; Casey James Performer(s): Elton John
Baby, so they give you anything Darling, all the joy money can bring Baby, do they bring you happiness Darling, you're no different from the rest Can't you see that it's love you really need Take my hand and I'll show what a love could be Before it's too late
Mama don't want you, daddy don't want you Give it up baby, baby mama can't buy you love Mama don't want you, daddy don't need you Give it up baby, baby mama can't buy you love
Baby, fancy friends showing you a smile Darling, rich relations for a while Baby, I can only give you love Darling, this old heart should be enough All I need is a chance to make you mine Let me in, I'll change the way you feel inside Before it's too late
Oh! Mister Railroad Man Won't You Take Me Back To Alabam'?
Oh! Mister Railroad Man Won't You Take Me Back To Alabam'? Composer(s): Stanley Murphy; Henry I. Marshall
This afternoon at four a knockin' at my door Came the letter carrierman With a letter in his hand That came from Birgmingham, way down in Alabam' And it was full of love and kisses From the gal who's goin' to be my Missus Oh, oh, oh! That's why I want to go where the Southern breezes blow
Oh, Mister, look a here! oh, Mister, look a here! Can't you see just how it reads! Says I've got the love she needs! Just notice how she pleads, just see her pleadin' Cause she says she's tired of livin' lonely And she's longing just to have me only Oh, oh, oh! That's why I've come to you in your uniform of blue
Oh Mister Railroad man! Won't you take me back to Alabam' 'Way down to Birmingham, Alabam' To the sweetest gal what am! And when the snow is falling in the Northern clime I'll be pickin' cotton in the bright sunshine Oh Lordy! good, kind, Mister Railroad Man! Take me back to Alabam'!
Mama (When My Dollies Have Babies) French, German, & Italian Title: Mama Composer(s): Sonny Bono Performer(s): Cher; Dalida
Mama when my dollies have babies And I am a big lady Mama will a prince come and take me away
When I said these things I believed in kings Then I didn't know love could hurt me so Slowly she replied, tears had filled her eyes Baby not so fast let your young life last
Mama when my dollies have babies And I am a big lady Mama will a prince come and take me away
I sang to her in fun, my teens had just began My age was not the same still we played the game Her eyes were filled with pride and slowly she replied Soon enough you'll be a very pretty bride
Mama when my dollies have babies And I am a big lady Mama will a prince come and take me away
Mama, will the hurt go away deep inside When I sang this song My poor world had gone along All my early dreams has turned to crystal streams My love it was last and more tears have past And left me just one thing a tender voice I sing
Mama when my dollies have babies And I am a big lady Mama will a prince come and take me away
I sometimes go to parties, although they're pretty tame I often say I'll stop away, but go there all the same But when the conj'rer gets there, then everything's O.K I'd call him Mr. Magic Man, if I had my own way
Oh Mr. Magic Man you fill us with surprise You do so many clever things, before our wondering eyes Watches, rings, and bracelets, they vanish out of sight You think they're lost, oh no they're not, they come back quite all right
Sometimes he wants assistance, I'm pleased as pleased can be If when he looks around the room, he casts his eyes on me To help him with his magic, I quite enjoy the fun And though I'm standing by his side, I don't know how it's done
Oh Mr. Magic Man you fill us with surprise You do so many clever things, before our wondering eyes From your hat comes rabbits, and purple turns to blue Oh Magic Man, you're marvellous, what clever things you do
He asked one night for Dad's watch, he gave it him of course He struck it with a hammer, and he struck it with such force The watch just flew to pieces, and one boy shouted "Goal" He gathered up the pieces, and restored the watch quite whole
Oh Mr. Magic Man you fill us with surprise You do so many clever things, before our wondering eyes I'm going to be a conj'rer myself when I am six 'cos my Dad said - on my birthday, he'll buy me a box of tricks
Mama Composer(s): Phillip Brooks; Dudley Brooks; O'Curran, Charles Performer(s): Elvis Presley
An angel sent from above, is Mama (Mama)
And everyone fell in love, with Mama (Mama)
Mama's so sweet, Mama's so nice
If there is trouble take Mama's advice
There's no-one I hold so dear, as Mama (Mama)
I always want to be near...
Mama....
Oh! Ma-Ma! (The Butcher Boy) Composer(s): Pablo Citorello; Rudy Vallee; Lew Brown Performer(s): Rudy Vallee; and various other artists
Ma-Ma dear, come over here And see who's looking in my window It's the butcher boy and oh He's got a bundle in his hand Tell me why he winks his eye Whenever he goes by my window
Daughter, daughter he's in love And you're in love and love is grand
(Spoken - Butcher Boy) Hey Marie, I gotta da pork chop Hey Marie, I gotta da lamb chop Hey Marie, Marie, you want to marry me?
The butcher boy, the butcher boy I want to marry the butcher boy (Oh! Ma-Ma!) Oh get that man for me (Oh! Ma-Ma!) How happy I will be (Tra-la-la) And cheery-beery be Oh, if I'm gonna marry It's the butcher boy for me
Ma-Ma dear, come over here And see who's looking in my window It's the baker boy and oh He's got a bundle in his hand Tell me why he winks his eye Whenever he goes by my window
Daughter, daughter he's in love And you're in love and love is grand
(Spoken - Baker Boy) Hey Marie, I gotta da fruitcake Hey Marie, I gotta da cheesecake Hey Marie, Marie, you want to marry me?
The baker boy, the baker boy I wanna marry the baker boy (Oh! Ma-Ma!) Oh, get that man for me (Oh! Ma-Ma!) How happy I will be (Tra-la-la) And cheery-beery be Oh, if I'm gonna marry It's the baker boy for me
Ma-Ma dear, come over here And see who's looking in my window It's the fisher boy and oh He's got a bundle in his hand (Fresh-a-fish! Fresh-a-fish!) Tell me why he winks his eye Whenever he goes by my window
Daughter, daughter he's in love And you're in love and love is grand
(Spoken - Fisher Boy) Hey Marie, I gotta da cod fish Hey Marie, I gotta da wet fish Hey Marie, Marie, you want to marry me?
The fisher boy, the fisher boy I wanna marry the fisher boy (Oh! Ma-Ma!) Oh, get that man for me (Oh! Ma-Ma!) How happy I will be (Tra-la-la) And cheery-beery-be Oh, if I'm gonna marry It's the fisher boy for me
Mama Composer(s): Joe Melson; Roy Orbison; Alan Rush Performer(s): Roy Orbison
Mama, just had to call, oh mama your baby-boy just had his heart broken in two She said we're through, but to send her best to you
Oh mama, I'd like to run to you, mama I'd come home today, leave right away but things won't work that way Got to stay, be a man, if I can, oh mama
Oh mam, I don't know, I called her tonight No, not at home, yeah you're probably right Yes, I'll take care of myself No, I'll be all right I'll go to bed early tonight
Oh mama, tell dad I think of him, mama Has uncle Joe, my puppy Coco Tell them Gosh, I loved her so
Mama, don't worry so much, darling mama No mama, don't cry, just say goodbye Can't have us both in tears
J'avais vingt ans Trente-deux dents Toutes mes illusions Un charme fou Dû avant tout A ma conservation
Mon horoscope était formel Pour un destin exceptionnel Oh! ma mère De coeur en coeur Sur chaque fleur Que m'offrait le printemps Je me posais Et me grisais de parfums enivrants Une nuit au plus, et adieu Aucune n'avait droit à mieux Oh! ma mère
J'étais novice et sans défense Bien plus fougueux que réfléchi Et n'avait pas plus d'expérience Qu'un oisillon tombé du nid Il n'y a que la foi qui sauve J'avais tout pour être un tombeur Mezza voce pour les alcôves Oeil de velours de bouche en coeur
Un samedi Chez des amis Je me suis entiché D'une ingénue Au corps menu Aux seins bien accrochés Qui me fit oublié un temps Qu'on est jamais assez prudent Oh! ma mère
Quand j'ai fourbi La panoplie De l'enjôleur parfait Le brin de cour Le rien d'humour Enfin le jeu complet Le fin du fin pour la cueillir J'aurais mieux fait de m'abstenir Oh! ma mère
Elle a cherché A deviné Quel signe était le mien Les ascendants Et le décan Dont je me fichais bien Elle était Vierge et moi Cancer Donc paraît-il complémentaires Oh! ma mère
D'après la position des astres Par rapport à l'astre solaire J'aurais dû voir qu'un grand désastre Entrait chez moi par Jupiter Mais comme elle était fine mouche Moi con comme un cheval de bois j'ai cru en entrant dans sa couche Avoir atteint le Nirvana Tandis qu'ému J'étais aux nues Ça s'est précipité Papa maman Et puis les bans Très vite publiés Messe, banquet, lune de miel Mais j'ai pas fait long feu au ciel Oh! ma mère
Et depuis lors Des astres morts Mieux vaut plus m'en parler Mars ou Vénus Phébé, Phébus Ça me sort par le nez Car je fut piégé c'est inouï Par le biais de l'astrologie Quelle affaire Oh! ma mère
Mama Composer(s): Tony Banks; Phil Collins; Mike Rutherford Originally performed by: Genesis Covered by various other artists
I can't see you mama but I know you're always there ooh to touch and to feel you mama oh I just can't keep away it's the heat and the steam of the city oh its got me running and I just can't brake so say you'll help me mama cos its getting so hard
Now I can't keep you mama but I know you're always there you listen, you teach me mama and I know inside you care so get down, down here beside me oh you ain't going nowhere no I won't hurt you mama but its getting so hard
Can't you see me mama mama mama mama please can't you feel my heart can't you feel my heart can't you feel my heart ooh listen to me mama mama mama you're taking away any last chances don't take it away can't you feel my heart?..
It's hot, too hot for me mama but I can't hardly wait my eyes they're burning mama and I can feel my body shake don't stop, don't stop me mama make the pain, make it go away no I won't hurt you mama but its getting so hard
Now I can't see you mama but I know you're always there you taunt, you tease me mama but I never never cen keep away it's the heat and the steam of the city
