Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Mama Sang A Song Composer(s): Bill Anderson Performer(s): Bill Anderson and various other artists
(God put a song in the heart of an angel) (And softly she sang it to me)
I get to thinking lots of times About back when I was a lad Of the old homeplace where I grew up Of the days both good and bad
My overalls were hand-me-downs My shoes were full of holes I used to walk four miles to school every day Through the rain, the sleet and the cold
I've seen the nights when my daddy would cry For the things that his family would need But all he ever got was a badland farm And seven hungry mouths to feed
And yet, and yet our homefire never flickered once Cause when all these things went wrong Mama took the hymn book down And mama sang a song
(What a friend we have in Jesus)
I've been rocked to sleep many a night To the tune of ''What a Friend'' And come morning ''Rock of Ages'' Would wake me gently once again
And when daddy would reach up and he'd take the Bible down And he'd read it, read it loud and long And I always felt that maybe our house was blessed When daddy would say mama sing a song
Sister left home first I guess and then Bob And then Tommy and then Dan By then dad's hair was turning white And I had to be mama's little man
But it seemed that as daddy's back grew weak My mother's faith just grew strong And those were the greatest days of all When mama sang a song
(Rock of ages cleft for me let me hide myself in Thee)
I guess the house is still standing I don't get to go back much anymore No voice is left to fill those halls And no steps to grace the floor
For you see my mother sings in heaven now Around God's golden throne But I'll always believe that this world is a better place Because one time my mama sang a song
Oh, But I Do! Composer(s): Leo Robin; Arthur Schwartz Performer(s): Doris Day; and various other artists
You think I dont love you, oh but I do How can I show that I do? You think I dont get blue, oh but I do Though I get light-hearted, too First Im singing then Im sighing Then Im flying high above You think I dont know why, oh but I do I know that its you I love
First Im singing then Im sighing Then Im flying so high above You think I dont know why, oh but I do I know that its you I love
Mama Said Composer(s): Willie Denson; Luther Dixon Originally performed by: The Shirelles
Mama said there'll be days like this There'll be days like this Mama said (Mama said, mama said) Mama said there'll be days like this There'll be days like this my Mama said (Mama said, mama said) I went walking the other day Everything was going fine I met a little boy named Billy Joe And then I almost lost my mind Mama said there'll be days like this There'll be days like this Mama said (Mama said, mama said) Mama said there'll be days like this There'll be days like this my Mama said My eyes are wide open But all that I can see is chapel bells are callin for everyone but-a me but I don't worry cause Mama said there'll be days like this There'll be days like this Mama said (Mama said, mama said) Mama said there'll be days like this There'll be days like this my Mama said And then she said someone will look at me like I'm looking at you one day then I might find I don't want it any old way so I don't worry cause Mama said there'll be days like this There'll be days like this Mama said (Mama said, mama said) Mama said there'll be days like this There'll be days like this my Mama said Mama said, mama said Hey! Don't you worry Mama said mama said Hey! Don't you worry now Mama said mama said Hey! Hey!
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
