Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Mama Weer All Crazee Now Composer(s): Noddy Holder; Jim Lea Originally performed by: Slade Covered by various other artists
I don't want to drink my whisky like you do I don't need to spend my money but still do
Don't stop now a-c'mon Another drop now a-c'mon I wanna lot now so c'mon That's right, that's right I said mama but we're all crazy now I said mama but we're all crazy now I said mama but we're all crazy now
A you told me fool fire water won't hurt me A you tease me and all my ladies desert me
Don't stop now a-c'mon Another drop now a-c'mon I wanna lot now so c'mon That's right, that's right I said mama but we're all crazy now I said mama but we're all crazy now I said mama but we're all crazy now
Stop it
I don't want to drink my whisky but still do I had enough to fill up "H" Hill's left shoe
Don't stop now a-c'mon Another drop now a-c'mon I wanna lot now so c'mon That's right, that's right I said mama but we're all crazy now I said mama but we're all crazy now I said mama but we're all crazy now
C'mon c'mon I said my mama we're all crazy now
Repeat
I said mama mama mama mama mama mama mama oh yeah...
Oh Happy Day Composer(s): Donald H. Koplaw; Nancy Reed Performer(s): The Four Knights; Larry Hooper; Don Howard; Dick Todd
The sun is shinin', oh, happy day-ay No more troubles and no skies are gray-ay Ever since you said those words to me Doo-doom, dah-doo-dad-doo-dah-doo-doo
You said you loved me, I know it's tru-ue My life's complete, dear, for now I have you-ou Oh, happy day-ay for-o-o-or lucky me Doo-doom, dah-doo-dad-doo-dah-doo-doo
(instrumental break)
You said you loved me, I know it's tru-ue My life's complete, dear, for now I have you-ou Oh, happy day-ay for-o-o-or lucky me Doo-doom, dah-doo-dad-doo-dah-doo-doo
Mama Used To Say Composer(s): Bob Carter; Junior Giscombe Originally performed by: Junior Giscombe
Ooh Yeah, girl
Said a small boy once asked When will I grow up When will I see what grownups do see... In his fight to come of age, he would have to know the age To be recognized is when I'm not unmasked
And mama used to say Take your time, young man... Mama used to say Don't you rush to get old... Mama used to say Take it in your stride... Mama used to say Live your life...
As the years went rushin' by he would cut down on his age He would tell his girl of how it used to be How his mommy passed away, but these lines she would say And at the time he couldn't understand
Mama used to say Take your time, young man... Mama used to say Don't you rush to get old... Mama used to say Take it in your stride... Mama used to say Live your life...
You're young, so young, don't hold on back Do all you want to do Now is the time for you to stride For you to get better in what you are doin', oh
Now is the time for you to stride For you to get better in what you are doin', oh
A small boy once asked When will I grow up When will I see what grownups do see ... In his fight to come of age, he would have to know the age To be recognized is when I'm not unmasked
And mama used to say Take your time, young man ... Mama used to say Don't you rush to get old ... Mama used to say Take it in your stride ... Mama used to say Live your life, live your life, live your life, oh ...
Hey, mama used to say Take your time, young man ... Mama used to say Don't you rush to get old ... Mama used to say Take it in your stride ... Mama used to say Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey ...
Ooh Ooh Mama used to say, ooh ... Mama used to say, ooh ... Mama used to say, ooh ... Mama used to say, ooh ... Mama used to say
Oh Happy Day Composer(s): Edwin R. Hawkins Performer(s): Joan Baez
Oh happy day (oh happy day) Oh happy day (oh happy day) When Jesus washed (when Jesus washed) When Jesus washed (when Jesus washed) When Jesus washed (when Jesus washed) He washed my sins away (oh happy day)
Oh happy day (oh happy day) He taught me how to watch fight and pray fight and pray And live rejoicing every, everyday Oh happy day.... He taught me how.... Oh happy day (oh happy day) Oh happy day (oh happy day Oh happy day (oh happy day)....
Mama Told Me (Not To Come) Composer(s): Randy Newman Originally performed by: The Animals Covered by various other artists
Want some whiskey in your water? Sugar in your tea? What's all these crazy questions you're askin' me? This is the craziest party that could ever be Don't turn on the lights `cause I don't wanna see
Mama told me not to come Mama told me not to come That ain't to have fun, no, uh-uh
Open up your window, let some air into this room I think I'm almost chokin' from the smell of stale perfume And that cigarette you're smokin' Don't scare me half to death Open up the window, sucker, let me catch my breath
Mama told me not to come Mama told me not to come That ain't to have fun, son That ain't to have fun, son
The radio is blastin', someone's knockin' at the door I'm lookin' at my girlfriend, she's passed out on the floor I've seen so many things I ain't never seen before Don't know what it is, I don't wanna see it no more
Mama told me not to come Mama told me not to come She said that ain't to have fun, son That ain't to have fun, son
That ain't to have fun, no That ain't to have fun, son
Oh Dear, What Can The Matter Be? (Traditional) Performer(s): Terry Callier; and various other artists
Oh, dear! What can the matter be? Dear, dear! What can the matter be? Oh, dear! What can the matter be? Johnny's so long at the fair He promised to buy me a trinket to please me And then for a smile, oh, he vowed he would tease me He promised to buy me a bunch of blue ribbons To tie up my bonnie brown hair
Oh, dear! What can the matter be? Dear, dear! What can the matter be? Oh, dear! What can the matter be? Johnny's so long at the fair He promised to bring me a basket of posies A garland of lilies, a gift of red roses A little straw hat to set off the blue ribbons That tie up my bonnie brown hair
Oh, dear! What can the matter be? Oh, dear! What can the matter be? Oh, dear! What can the matter be? Johnny's so long at the fair
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
