Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Mama, I'm Coming Home Composer(s): Lemmy Kilmister; Ozzy Osbourne; Zakk Wylde Performer(s): Ozzy Osbourne; Lily Holbrook; Iron Horse; Bud E. Luv
Times have changed and times are strange Here I come but I ain't the same Mama, I'm coming home Times go by, seems to be You could have been a better friend to me Mama, I'm coming home
You took me in and you drove me out Yeah, you had me hypnotized, yeah Lost and found and turned around By the fire in your eyes
You made me cry, you told me lies But I can't stand to say goodbye Mama, I'm coming home I could be right, I could be wrong It hurts so bad it's been so long Mama, I'm coming home
Selfish love yeah we're both alone The ride before the fall, yeah But I'm gonna take this heart of stone I just got to have it all
I've seen your face a hundred times Everyday we've been apart I don't care about the sunshine, yeah 'Cause mama, mama, I'm coming home I'm coming home I'm coming home
You took me in and you drove me out Yeah, you had me hypnotized, yeah Lost and found and turned around By the fire in your eyes
I've seen your face a thousand times Everyday we've been apart I don't care about the sunshine, yeah 'Cause mama, mama, I'm coming home I'm coming home I'm coming home
Oh, Lonesome Me French Title: Oh Quelle Nuit Composer(s): Don Gibson Performer(s): Don Gibson; and various other artists
Everybody's going out and having fun I'm just a fool for staying home and having none I can't get over how she set me free Oh lonesome me
A bad mistake I'm making bout just hanging round I know that I should have some fun an paint the town A love sick fool that's blind and just can't see Oh lonesome me
I'll bet she's not like me She's out an fancy free Flirting with the boys with all her charms But I still love her so And brother don't you know I'd welcome her right back here in my arms
Well there must be some way I can lose these lonesome blue Forget about the past and find somebody new I've thought of everything from A to Z Oh lonesome me
Well I bet she's not like me She's out and fancy free Flirting with the boys with all her charms But I still love her so And brother don't you know I'd welcome her right back into my arms
Well there must be some way I can lose these lonesome blues Forget about the past and find somebody new I've thought of everything from A to Z Oh lonesome me
Mama, I Wanna Make Rhythm Composer(s): Jerome Jerome; Richard Byron; Walter Kent Performer(s): Cab Calloway and various other artists
Yasha was a prodigy, since he was a kid of three He could play a rhapsody as good as they come But as strange as it may be, Yasha hated melody He had a yen for tympani, he longed to play a drum When his Mother made him practice on the fiddle every day He'd stop right in the middle and he'd say....
Mama, I wanna make rhythm Don't wanta make music Just wanna go zoozi-zah-zah-zoozi Ooh-cah-dee-doodle-oodle-aah-doo
Mama, I wanna get hotcha I wanta make boombah I wanna go gah-gah Za-rah-kah, zat-zow, ooh-dee-lah
I've got no desire to carry a Stradivarius, but There's no limit of primitive tom-tom in my tum-tum
Mama, I wanna make rhythm Don't wanta make music Just wanna go wookee-ah-kay-a-kaya-kaya Yag-a-yag-a-yag-a-yag
Oh, Lady Be Good Composer(s): George Gershwin; Ira Gershwin Performer(s): Ella Fitzgerald; and various other artists
Listen to my tale of woe it's terribly sad but true All dressed up, no place to go Each evening I'm awfully blue I must win some handsome guy Can't go on like this I could blossom out I know With somebody just like you So... Oh, sweet and lovely lady, be good Oh, lady, be good to me I am so awfully misunderstood So lady, be good to me Oh, please have some pity I'm all-alone in this big city I tell you I'm just a lonesome babe in the wood So lady be good to me Oh, please have some pity I'm all alone in this big city I tell you I'm just a lonesome babe in the wood So lady be good to me Oh lady be good to me
Oh, How I Hate To Get Up In The Morning Composer(s): Irving Berlin Performer(s): Irving Berlin; and various other artists
The other day I chanced to meet
a soldier friend of mine Hed been in camp for sevral weeks
and he was looking fine His muscles had developed and his cheeks were rosy red I asked him how he liked the life, and this is what he said
Oh! how I hate to get up in the morning Oh! how Id love to remain in bed For the hardest blow of all, is to hear the bugler call Youve got to get up, youve got to get up Youve got to get up this morning! Some day Im going to murder the bugler Some day theyre going to find him dead Ill amputate his reveille, and step upon it heavily And spend the rest of my life in bed"
Oh! how I hate to get up in the morning Oh! how Id love to remain in bed For the hardest blow of all, is to hear the bugler call Youve got to get up, youve got to get up Youve got to get up this morning! Oh! boy the minute the battle is over Oh! boy the minute the foe is dead I'll put my uniform away, and move to Philadelphia And spend the rest of my life in bed"
A bugler in the army is the luckiest of men He wakes the boys at five and then goes back to bed again He doesnt have to blow again until the afternoon If evry thing goes well with me I'll be a bugler soon
Oh! how I hate to get up in the morning Oh! how Id love to remain in bed For the hardest blow of all, is to hear the bugler call Youve got to get up, youve got to get up Youve got to get up this morning! Some day Im going to murder the bugler Some day theyre going to find him dead Ill amputate his reveille, and step upon it heavily And spend the rest of my life in bed"
Oh! how I hate to get up in the morning Oh! how Id love to remain in bed For the hardest blow of all, is to hear the bugler call Youve got to get up, youve got to get up Youve got to get up this morning! Oh! boy the minute the battle is over Oh! boy the minute the foe is dead I'll put my uniform away, and move to Philadelphia And spend the rest of my life in bed"
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