Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Mama Roma Composer(s): Henry George David Weiss Performer(s): Dean Martin
(Mama Roma, Mama) (Mama Roma, Mama) She's a town with a heart Just the place for the start of amoré (Mama Roma, Mama) For the old tidal shores See the young by the score from each doorway (Mama Roma, Mama) Mama Roma has eyes That were burned from the skies of amoré Mama Roma takes care Just to lead them to their one and only
On a strada in Rome I was walkin' alone It was Springtime (Mama Roma, Mama) Like a soft-hearted Mama The City took pity on me Soon a voice, oh so tender and dulcé Was saying "Ti amo" (I love you, I love you) Like a dream comin' true Mama Roma had sent me to you (Mama Roma, Mama) (Mama Roma, Mama)
(Mama Roma, Mama) Like a soft-hearted Mama The City took pity on me Soon a voice, oh so tender and dulcé Was saying "Ti amo" (I love you, I love you) Like a dream comin' true Mama Roma had sent me to you (Mama Roma, Mama) Mama Roma (Mama Roma, Mama) Mama Roma (Mama Roma, Mama) Mama Roma...
Mama Mama Rosa (Where's The Spumoni?) Composer(s): Tutti Camarata Performer(s): Annette Funicello
A lovely senorina from old Italy came to our shores and raised a family She learned from her mother that cooking was an art And when you came to dinner, this is how her meal would start
She brought us...
Antipasta, minestrone, linguine marinara Pastacholi, gorgonzole, squigini, bakalava Ravioli, pizza roll, it really was a treat Then she'd say "Mangia, mangia - Eat, my children, eat!"
Hey!
Mama, Mama Rosa We love the way you look! Ma-ma-ma Mama, Mama Rosa and we love the way you cook!
Ma-ma-ma-ma Mama, Mama Rosa We love your macaroni But Mama Mama Rosa Where's the spumoni?
Mangia, mangia, mangia, mangia! But she brought...
Chicken cacciatore, and a dish of scallopini Seven kinds of sauces on a plate of spagatini Half a dozen courses of her home made sazich Then she said "Mangia mangia - Eat, my children, eat"
Hey!
Mama, Mama Rosa We love the way you look! Oh Mama, Mama Mama Rosa And we love the way you cook!
Ma-ma-ma-ma Mama, Mama Rosa We love your macaroni But Mama, Mama Rosa Where's the spumoni?
Mangia, mangia, mangia, mangia! But she brought...
Pears and peaches, pomegranates, a slice of provolone Fresh spinoki, artichokes, rigata with pinole Candy maraschino, with some chocolatino sweet Then she said "Mangia, mangia - Eat, my children, eat"
Hey!
Mama, Mama Rosa Bring us our spumoni! Mama, Mama Rosa We've had our macaroni!
Mama, Mama Rosa We've eaten till it hurts! Mama, Mama Rosa Now bring us our desert!
Oh! What A Pal Was Mary Composer(s): Cohan; Edgar Leslie; Bert Kalmar; Pete Wendling Performer(s): Mitch Miller
Mary o' mine, Mary o' mine Grew like a rose in a bower Bloomed for a day Faded away I lost a beautiful flower Sweetheart and friend, right to the end That's why I miss her so
Mary o' mine, Mary o' mine My little playmate of childhood Symbol of love Sent from above Staunch as an oak in the wildwood Mem'ries of old, purer than gold Fill me with love sublime
Oh! what a gal was Mary Oh! what a pal was she An angel was born on Easter morn and God sent her down to me Heart of my heart was Mary Soul of my soul divine Though she is gone, love lingers on for Mary old pal of mine
Oh, oh, oh, it's a lovely war Who wouldn't be a soldier, eh? Oh, it's a shame to take the pay As soon as reveille is gone We feel just as heavy as lead But we never get up till the sergeant Brings us breakfast up to bed
Oh, oh, oh, it's a lovely war What do we want with eggs and ham When we've got plum and apple jam? Form fours, right turn How shall we spend the money we earn? Oh, oh, oh, it's a lovely war
Upo to your waist in water Up to your eyes in slush Using the kind of language, That makes the sergeant blush Who wouldn't join the army? That's what we all inquire Don't we pity the poor civilian Sitting beside the fire
Oh, oh, oh, it's a lovely war Who wouldn't be a soldier, eh? Oh, it's a shame to take the pay As sonn as reveille is gone We feel just as heavy as lead But we never get up till the sergeant Brings us breakfast up to bed
Oh, oh, oh, it's a lovely war What do we want with eggs and ham When we've got plum a nd apple jam? Form fours, right turn How shall we spend the money we earn? Oh, oh, oh, it's a lovely war
Mama Liked The Roses Composer(s): Johnny Christopher Performer(s): Elvis Presley
Oh, mama liked the roses she grew them in the yard But Winter always came around
and made the growing way too hard Oh, mama liked the roses and when she had the time She'd decorate the living room, for all us kids to see When I hear the Sunday bells ringing in the morning I remember crying when she used to sing Oh, mama liked the roses but most of all she cared About the way we learned to live And if we said our prayers
You know I kept the family bible With a rose that she saved inside It was pressed between the pages Like it had found a place to hide
Oh, mama liked the roses in such a special way We bring them every Mother's Day And put them on her grave Oh, mama liked the roses Mmmm Mama liked the roses
Oh! Sweet Nuthin' Composer(s): Lou Reed Performer(s): The Velvet Underground; Phish; Ten Thousand Dollar Gold Chain
Say a word for jimmy brown He aint got nothing at all Not a shirt right of his back He aint got nothing at all And say a word for ginger brown Walks with his head down to the ground Took the shoes right of his feet To poor boy right out in the street
And this is what he said Oh sweet nuthin She aint got nothing at all Oh sweet nutin She aint got nothing at all
Say a word for polly may She cant tell the night from the day They threw her out in the street But just like a cat she landed on her feet And say a word for joanna love She aint got nothing at all cos everyday she falls in love And everynight she falls when she does
She said Oh sweet nuthin You know she aint got nothing at all Oh sweet nutin She aint got nothing at all
Oh let me hear you!
Say a word for jimmy brown He aint got nothing at all Not a shirt right of his back He aint got nothing at all And say a word for ginger brown Walks with his head down to the ground Took the shoes right of his feet To poor boy right out in the street
And this is what he said Oh sweet nuthin She aint got nothing at all Oh sweet nutin She aint got nothing at all She aint got nothing at all Oh sweet nutin
She aint got nothing at all She aint got nothing at all She aint got nothing at all
Mama Let Him Play Composer(s): Jerry Doucette Performer(s): Jerry Doucette
Mama let that boy play some rock & roll Jazz is much too crazy he can play it when he's old He's too young for the blues he's still inside his first pair of shoes He's just a baby Give that boy some freedom let him move around Don't get in his way you'll only bring him down Mama won't you let him, let him play some rock & roll, yeah Let him play some rock & roll Let him play some rock & roll Let him play some rock & roll Oh yeah, all right, come on now
Mama let that boy play some rock & roll Jazz is much too crazy he can play it when he's old He's too young for the blues he's still inside his first pair of shoes He's just a baby Give that boy some freedom let him move around Don't get in his way you'll only bring him down Mama won't you let him, let him play some rock & roll, yeah Let him play some rock & roll Let him play some rock & roll Let him play some rock & roll
Mama let him play, let him play Mama let him play, let him play Mama let him play, let him play Mama let him play, let him play Mama let him play, let him play Mama let him play, let him play
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.........
