Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
Dit blog (met dank aan seniorennet) is enkel voor NIET-commerciële doeleinden. Alle songteksten zijn uitsluitend eigendom van hun respectievelijke copyright eigenaars; dus ga de muziek kopen die je mooi vindt, zo steun je de artiest.
NON-profit, non-commercial blog, to help preserve the songs of our youth; hence for entertainment only. All lyrics are the copyright of their respective owners; you are encouraged to go buy their music.
Don't Call Us, We'll Call You Composer(s): Jerry Corbetta - John Carter Performer(s): Jerry Corbetta & Sugarloaf; The Bollock Brothers
A Long distance directory assistance, area code 212 Say hey, A and R this is mister rhythm and blues He said hello, and put me on hold To say the least the cat was cold He said, don't call us child we'll call you
I said, you got my number He said yeah, I got it when you walked in the door Don't call us, we'll call you Don't call us, we'll call you
I got your name from a friend of a friend who said he used to work with you Remember the all night creature from stereo ninety two Yeah I said could you relate to our quarter track tape You know the band performs in the nude He said uh huh don't call us child we'll call you
Listen kid you paid for the call You ain't bad but we've heard it all before And it sounds like John, Paul and George
Any way, we cut a hit and we toured a bit with a song he said he couldn't use And now he calls and begs and crawls It's telephone deja vu We got percentage points and lousy joints And all the glitter we can use, Mama So, uh huh, don't call us now, we'll call you
Listen kid you paid for the call You ain't bad but I've heard it all before Don't call us, we'll call you Don't call us Don't call us, we'll call you
Natten Drog Forbi ((Adapted from: Beddy-Bye (Bert Kaempfert & His Orch.) - 1966)) Composer(s): Bert Kaempfert - Andreas Arffmann Performer(s): Otto Brandenburg - 1966
Versions In Other Languages: 1966 - Strangers In The Night (Frank Sinatra) 1966 - Étrangers Dans La Nuit (Dania Rika) 1966 - Solo Più Che Mai (Johnny Dorelli) 1966 - Vreemden In De Nacht (Nicole Carvenn) 1966 - Tusen Och En Natt (Gunnar Wiklund) 1968 - Putniki V Nochi (Emil Gorovets) 1981 - Strangers In De Nijt (De Strangers) 2002 - Daniel Cowman (Regina Spektor)
Natten drog forbi med tændte kerter svøbte sig som fløjl om unge hjerter Spandt sin melodi til vårens poesi Fremmed for dig selv kom du imod mig hjertet havde talt og jeg forstod dig skæbnen fandt sin vej ad nattens dunkle sti fremmed brød den ind i mene tanker
Strangers In De Nijt ((Adapted from: Beddy-Bye (Bert Kaempfert & His Orch.) - 1966)) Composer(s): Bert Kaempfert - Frank Rover Performer(s): De Strangers - 1981
Versions In Other Languages: 1966 - Strangers In The Night (Frank Sinatra) 1966 - Étrangers Dans La Nuit (Dania Rika) 1966 - Solo Più Che Mai (Johnny Dorelli) 1966 - Vreemden In De Nacht (Nicole Carvenn) 1966 - Tusen Och En Natt (Gunnar Wiklund) 1966 - Natten Drog Forbi (Otto Brandenburg) 1968 - Putniki V Nochi (Emil Gorovets) 2002 - Daniel Cowman (Regina Spektor)
Strangers in the night ge denkt misschien waar zitte die altijd gon die nor huis of zitte zin de kroeg bijeen tot s morgesvruug spele-z-op den biljâr op flipperkaskes mè de vogelepik of mè de maskes weurre die serieus. . zo leve nà ni muug strangers in the night na wèt toch iedreen da de strangers in the night direct nor huis gon, en as t echt ni anders kan en het komt er van da ze dan as brave binke niks dan melk en yoghurt drinke dus het is e feit as dikke vriendjes gon ze goe doep tijd nor vraa en kindjes zonder veel lawijt lak strangers in the night...
ziedons al lak brave binke niks dan melk en yoghurt drinke s nachts da dis e feit is t bier zo lakker wij zèn rond diên tijd mor eerst goe wakker dan veule wons altijd lak strangers in the night doebidoebidoe doe doe bi daba doebidoebidoe doe doe bi daba doebidoebidoe doe doe bi daba
Daniel Cowman ((Adapted from: Beddy-Bye (Bert Kaempfert & His Orch.) - 1966)) Composer(s): Bert Kaempfert - Regina Spektor Performer(s): Regina Spektor - 2002
Versions In Other Languages: 1966 - Strangers In The Night (Frank Sinatra) 1966 - Étrangers Dans La Nuit (Dania Rika) 1966 - Solo Più Che Mai (Johnny Dorelli) 1966 - Vreemden In De Nacht (Nicole Carvenn) 1966 - Tusen Och En Natt (Gunnar Wiklund) 1966 - Natten Drog Forbi (Otto Brandenburg) 1968 - Putniki V Nochi (Emil Gorovets) 1981 - Strangers In De Nijt (De Strangers)
On the day that Daniel Cowman stopped existing The world should have ended right then and there At precisely four-fifteen when he stopped existing The world should have ended How could it go on? How could it go on? How could it go on?
Oh and I don't exist I don't exist [repeats]
So now that we've got that straight Doesn't mean that I can fly Doesn't mean I that I can go do whatever I want Now that we've got that clear And you know that I'm not here Doesn't mean that I can go do whatever I please
The premature ejaculation of his death (sentence) hit Daniel in the face like a big round spitball hwk-pfffff And everything got hazy in the courtroom and then he stood up And then he sat back down another two times in the row And everything got real slow like a gunshot in the movies And he remembered heroin boy walking in through the door Bouncing off the walls and the floor Taking off his belt taking off his pants Filling up the bathtub Getting ready to go in for a swim Singing I don't exist I don't exist [repeats]
And now that we've got that straight Doesn't mean that I can fly Doesn't mean that I can go do whatever I want Now that we've got that clear And you know that I'm not here Doesn't mean that I can go do whatever I please And you start remembering and remembering and remembering And remembering...
The heroin boy, he walked through the door And he was screaming And I was like 'why's you screaming like it's the end of the world?' And he was like 'well it is' And I was sitting in the corner with my pants down And I was sure that someone next door was blowing up balloons And it was red and orange
And there was that swell lady at the bar just tryin to buy gin And there was this other lady at the bar and she was tryin to sell gin It worked out good for the boths of them
And heroin boy started taking off his belt Started taking off his pants Started taking off his shoes Started filling up the bathtub Getting ready to go in for a swim I says "No-o You're goin to drown He says 'No I can't drown Simply because...
Shhhhhhh
A man destined to hang Can never drown A man destined to hang Can never drown A man destined to hang Can never ever drown
A man destined to drown Can never burn A man destined to drown Can never burn A man destined to drown Can never ever burn
A man destined to fry Can never ever ever A man destined to fry Can never ever ever A man destined to fry Can never ever ever die... In any other way but frying Lucky that I'm dying By hanging and not drowning
So now that we've got that straight Can't I just be left alone? I want to take a ***** bath
Everybody Loves To Cha Cha Cha Composer(s): Barbara Campbell - Barbara Mayson Campbell - Sam Cooke Performer(s): Sam Cooke and multiple other artists
Little Frankie went down to the barroom, she asked for a glass of beer She said, "Hey, bartender, has my Johnny been here?" "He's my man but he's done me wrong"
The bartender said "Frankie, ya know I won't tell ya no lie" "He left here about a minute ago with a gal named Alice Fry" "He's your man, but he's doin' you wrong"
Frankie was a good little woman, surely everybody knows She paid one hundred dollars for Johnny's new suit of clothes She loved her man but he done her wrong
Well then Frankie went down Broadway with a razor in her hand She said "Stand back, all you women, I'm here for my cheatin' man" "Yes, he's my man but he's done me wrong"
It was on a Friday mornin' about a ha'past nine o'clock Frankie pulled her 44 and fired three fatal shots She shot her man 'cause he done her wrong
(Why dontcha run, Frankie?) they said (Frankie why don't you run?) 'cause here come the Chief Of Police with the 44 smokeless gun You killed your man, we know he done you wrong
Yeah, he done you wrong, Frankie You shoulda shot him forty times I'm a witness, Frankie, I was there When you shot that man I saw...
Eenzaam loopt hij langs de wijde zee Dromend van Mary-Ann Eeuwig lijkt de tijd te duren Eer hij weer bij haar kan
Breed zakt de nacht als een donkere wolk Met schuimende wieken in zee Maar hij blijft wachten Zingend de naam van z'n Mary-Ann bij de zee
Mary Mary-Ann Mary Mary-Ann Mary Mary-Ann Mary Mary-Ann Mary Mary-Ann Mary Mary-Ann
Meeuwen glijden in de wind En verdwijnen ver over zee Dragen zij z'n Mary-Ann Als een vluchtende droom met zich mee
Zij was zo mooi, zij had haren van goud En van schilferend zonlicht een kleed Zoekende loopt hij hier langs het strand Naar een meisje dat Mary-Ann heet
Mary Mary-Ann Mary Mary-Ann Mary Mary-Ann Mary Mary-Ann Mary Mary-Ann Mary Mary-Ann
Eenzaam loopt hij langs de wijde zee Zonder z'n Mary-Ann Dromend dat zij wederkeren zou Zoals z'n droom herkend
Haren van goud en een mond als koraal Rode sterren die groeien in zee Maar in de nacht als een donkere vogel Roept hij zijn Mary-Ann bij de zee
Mary Mary-Ann Mary Mary-Ann Mary Mary-Ann Mary Mary-Ann Mary Mary-Ann Mary Mary-Ann
Ja wir sind die lustigen Holzhackerbuam holee - holdrio, holee - holdrio Uns lieben die Mädel, uns hassen die Buam holee - holdrio, holdrio
Tief im Wald da wohnt der Förster und sein schönes Kind und sie küßt so gern, das ist doch kein Sünd kommen wir des Weges, steht sie immer vor der Tür doch mit der Büchse steht der Förster hinter ihr
Denn wir sind die lustigen Holzhackerbuam... holee - holdrio, holee - holdrio Uns lieben die Mädel, uns hassen die Buam holee - holdrio, holdrio
Ja wir küssen alle gern des Försters Töchterlein fensterln ist so schön, nachts bei Mondenschein Steigen wir die Leiter hoch, oh Schreck was sehen wir mit der Büchse steht der Förster hinter ihr
Ja wir sind die lustigen Halzhackerbuam... holee - holdrio, holee - holdrio Uns lieben die Mädel, uns hassen die Buam holee - holdrio, holdrio
Wir ziehn über Berge, durch Täler und Höhn wo´s Edelweis blüht und die Mädel so schön Wir trinken vom Bach, der so Klar und so rein zur Not kann´s au Bier aus nen Maßkrug sein
Denn wir sind die lustigen Holzhackerbuam... holee - holdrio, holee - holdrio Uns lieben die Mädel, uns hassen die Buam holee - holdrio, holdrio
Sonntags war die schöne Maid bei uns im Dorf zum Tanz sie küßte immerzu des Bürgermeisters Franz Aber in der Pause, ruck - zuck da kamen wir doch mit der Büchse stand der Förster hinter ihr
Denn wir sind die lustigen Holzhackerbuam... holee - holdrio, holee - holdrio Uns lieben die Mädel, uns hassen die Buam holee - holdrio, holdrio
Hooka Tooka my soda cracker Does your momma chaw tobacca If ya momma chaw tobacca, say Hooka Tooka my soda cracker Hooka Tooka my soda cracker Does your momma chaw tobacca If ya momma chaw tobacca,say Hooka Tooka my soda cracker Who your love, Who your love I say You know I love my mother-in-law If your love momma like you say Why can't momma chaw Everybody yup Hooka Tooka my soda cracker Does your momma chaw tobacca If ya momma chaw tobacca, say Hooka Tooka my soda cracker Momma loves momma loves you all And you know I'm her son-in-law If you love me like you say you do Chaw tobacca too Hey Ar Hooka Tooka my soda cracker Does your momma chaw tobacca If ya momma chaw tobacca, say Hooka Tooka my soda cracker Hooka Tooka my soda cracker Hooka Tooka my soda cracker...
We hebben samen 'n heerlijk weekend doorgebracht We dansten en we lachten tot laat in de nacht Op zondagavond weegt het hart een beetje zwaar Als twee verliefden moeten scheiden van elkaar Ik weet waarom je zucht en ongelukkig bent Omdat je vol bezorgdheid reeds aan morgen denkt Niets is zo droevig als een maandag, maar ach kom Niet overdrijven, want een weekje is zo om
refrein: Het kan niet alle dagen feest- en zondag zijn Eens breekt de tijd weer aan Om aan de slag te gaan Maar waar liefde is Is altijd zonneschijn Je moet het leven maar verstaan Het kan niet alle dagen feest- en zondag zijn Eens breekt de tijd weer aan Om aan de slag te gaan Maar waar liefde is Is altijd zonneschijn Je moet het leven maar verstaan Ja ja de mensen zeggen: "Alles draait alleen nog maar om geld" Maar voor mij is er niets Dat meer dan liefde telt Met liefde in mijn hart Al is er niemand om me heen Voel ik me nooit alleen
Ik hou van jou Dat weet je sinds die eerste dag En ik verander nooit Wat ook gebeuren mag Denk maar alleen Aan al wat ik je heb beloofd En zet die droevige gedachten uit je hoofd Wees niet ontmoedigd Ook al doet het scheiden pijn Dit is geen reden Om zo droef gezind te zijn 't Geluk wordt niemand op een gouden schaal bediend Het lacht je enkel toe Nadat je 't hebt verdiend
refrein
Ja ja de mensen zeggen: "Alles draait alleen nog maar om geld" Maar voor mij is er niets Dat meer dan liefde telt Met liefde in mijn hart Al is er niemand om me heen Voel ik me nooit alleen Hey
Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay, Paloma Iedere stad op aard, heeft wel zn duiven op zn plein Overal waar 'k ze zie, wil ik er even tussen zijn Ik neem er één op mijn hand en ben weer trug in het verleden op dat Romeinse plein, zal ik nog ooit zo gelukkig zijn Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay, Paloma Misschien was jij er wel bij toen in Roma Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay, Amore 'k Heb met mijn geluk gespeeld en verloren. Iedere stad heeft ook zn Casanova, zn Don Juan Rome had ook zon man, en daar werd ik toen de dupe van Want op een dag zat ik, weer heel alleen tussen de duiven op dat Romeinse plein met mijn verdriet en mn hart vol pijn Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay, Paloma Misschien was jij er wel bij toen in Roma Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay, Amore 'k Heb met mijn geluk gespeeld en verloren Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay
Tom Dooley ((Dutch Version: Tom Dooley (Bobbejaan Schoepen)) Composer(s): Alan Lomax - Frank Warner Performer(s): The Kingston Trio and multiple other artists
Hang down your head Tom Dooley Hang down your head and cry Hang down your head Tom Dooley Poor boy you're bound to die
I met her on the mountain There I took her life I met her on the mountain Stabbed her with a knife
Hang down your head Tom Dooley Hang down your head and cry Hang down your head Tom Dooley Poor boy you're bound to die
This time tomorrow Reckon where I'll be If it hadn't of been for Grayson I'd have been in Tennessee
Hang down your head Tom Dooley Hang down your head and cry Hang down your head Tom Dooley Poor boy you're bound to die
This time tomorrow Reckon where I'll be Down in some lonesome canyon Hanging from a wide oak tree
Hang down your head Tom Dooley Hang down your head and cry Hang down your head Tom Dooley Poor boy you're bound to die
Tom Cat Blues Composer(s): Jelly Roll Morton Performer(s): Freddie Spruell and multiple other artists
It was late las' night, I tried so hard to sleep It was late las' night and I tried so hard to sleep When a mean old tom cat started on his midnight creep
Tomcats in my window, tomcats all around my door Tomcats in my window, tomcats all around my door Never heard so much moanin' and whinin' all my life before
I don't trust no tomcat, he got such an evil eye I don't trust no tomcat. got such an evil eye He's a' sneakin' and mistreatin', doubt it if that ain't no lie
A tomcat man is tryin' to break up my home A tomcat man is tryin' to break up my home That's why it makes me mad when I hear a tomcat moan
Oh Mr Tomcat, get some pussy of your own Mr Tomcat, get some pussy of your own Or you will lose your nine lives if you don't let my be
Tom Bombadil Composer(s): Giuseppe Festa Performer(s): Giuseppe Festa
Tom Bombadil is a merry fellow Bright blue his jacket is, and his boots are yellow None has ever caught him yet, 'cause he's the Master His songs are stronger songs and his feet are faster
Down along under the hill, shining in the bright sunshine Swiftly my steps are taking me home, waiting for the cold starlight There my pretty lady is, river-woman's daughtar Slender as the willow-wand, clearer than the water
Hop along up the Withywindle! Tom's going on ahead candles for to kindle Down West sinks the Sun, soon you will be groping When the night-shadows fall, then the door will open Out of the window-panes light will twinkle yellow Fear no alder black! Heed no hoary willow! Fear neither root nor bough! Tom goes on before you Hey now! Hurry up! We'll be waiting for you
Toledo, mujer española con ojos de acero que el cielo besó princesa que el Tajo bañara, boca que besara la lumbre del sol Orgullo de nueva Castilla, flor de maravilla que envuelve un mantón puñal que tus ojos clavaron en medio de mi corazón
Toledo, lentejuela del mundo eres tú que adorna un soberbio capote de luz España sabe que eres la brava mujer que hiere, hiere con su querer
Toledo, la tizona tus letras grabó fundiendo en una hoja nobleza y valor Acero de unos ojos que saben mirar y matan como mata un puñal
