Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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May I Have The Next Dream With You Composer(s): Charles Tobias; Harry Tobias; Henry Tobias Performer(s): Malcolm Roberts; Joanie Bartels; Sydney Devine
May I have the next dream with you, dear? Just a dream between us two Whod think that someday, somewhere, in some way Id meet a dream like you
Close your eyes and put your arms around me Youd be surprised what love can do So may I have the next dream with you? And may it last the whole night through
Oldie But Goodie Composer(s): Claude Moine; M. Gaucher Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell
Quand t'auras tes dix-neuf ans J'serai plus blond comme avant Fini l'Odyssée d'l'Espace Deux mille un impair et passe Tu viendras me demander Pourquoi, comment t'es née Je te parlerai d'amour Que le temps m'paraît court J'fais pas dans la nostalgie J'veux pas r'faire le monde, la vie J'dis tout même si tu souris J'suis p't'être oldie but goodie Goodie goodie Moi j'ai fait mal à ma mère Pas d'études secondaires Vers quinze ans j'suis parti M'balader dans ma vie Et de décalages horaires De tournées en galas galères Dancings et salles des fêtes J'confonds tout dans ma tête J'fais pas dans la nostalgie J'oublie pas c'que j'ai appris Celle que j'aime comprend c'que j'dis J'suis p't'être oldie but goodie Goodie goodie J'fais pas dans la nostalgie J'suis p't'être oldie but goodie J'oublie pas c'que j'ai appris J'suis p't'être oldie but goodie Celle que j'aime comprend c'que j'dis J'suis p't'être oldie but goodie J'fais pas dans la nostalgie J'suis p't'être oldie but goodie
May I Drop A Petal In Your Glass Of Wine Composer(s): Mack Gordan; Harry Revel
May I drop a petal in your glass of wine? It will make your life a song When I drop a petal in your glass of wine Lady Luck will come along Her face will dance in your champagne Your heart will dance like bubbles in the rain
May I drop a petal in your glass of wine? To bring out the blue above For you'll find a petal in your glass of wine Will show the way to love You'll know the time is right You'll know tonight's the time to say be mine When I drop this petal in your glass of wine
Old-Fashion Love Composer(s): Milan Williams Performer(s): The Commodores
I'm in love with a plain old-fashion girl She's the most beautiful person in the world
Her smile is so warm and her eyes burn so deep, ah, yeah Softly in rhymes of love she sings to me {Love is for love} Oh {But only if it's meant to be} Only if it's meant to be, baby
Yeah, hea, hea, I-I-I-I
I'm in love with a plain and simple girl She takes my heart and sends me for a whirl I'm on the wings of love and I don't take care where I go Because when we reach that star we both will know {Love is for love} Ooh {And our love was meant to be} Our love was meant to be, baby, ooh
I want some lovin' tonight Some old-fashion love, baby I know that you do it right Do it, do it, do it to it, baby
I want some lovin' tonight Some old-fashion love, baby I know that you do, do Do it, do it, do it right, baby
I want (Ow), gimme, gimme, gimme (Whoa) I want (Oh, girl) some old-fashion love, baby (I want some lovin' tonight ) Do it, do it, do it (Some old-fashion love, baby)
I want (Ow), gimme, gimme, gimme (Whoa) I want (Oh, girl) some old-fashion love, baby I want (Oh, say it), gimme, gimme, gimme (Whoa) I want (Oh, girl) some old-fashion love, baby
Oh, yeah Ah., yeah Oh, yeah Ah, yeah
Do it, do it, do it
I want (Ow), gimme, gimme, gimme (Whoa) I want (Oh, girl) some old-fashion love, baby
May I Call You Sweetheart? Composer(s): Muriel Watson; Jack Denby; Lewis Ilda Performer(s): Steve Conway
May I call you sweetheart What a lovely name All my life my love for you Will always be the same Let me walk beside you Through the years to be May I call you sweetheart You will always be sweetheart to me
I never knew, till I met you I could be happy this way Darling you know I love you so Heres what Im longing to say
Let me walk beside you Through the years to be May I call you sweetheart You will always be sweetheart to me You will always be sweetheart to me
May I Baby Composer(s): Isaac Hayes; David Porter Originally performed by: Sam & Dave
May I, baby, hmmmm walk you home? May I, baby, because I don't want you to be all alone, no Now listen here, with each step my heart beats 3 times Because there's so much trouble in my little mind
May I, baby, come and tell you what it's all about? May I, baby, I hope you're itchin' to find out Listen, I'm just a little boy, live behind a grocery store I've been watchin' you come and go now May I, baby? Can I, honey, tell you how I feel?
I love the ground you walk on, yes I do Oh I beg you and nobody else You brighten up; look here, listen to what I'm saying "Why, she's been through the same thing herself"
May I, baby, give my little heart to you? May I, baby, you can do anything you want to do Tell me baby, may I, baby? May I, baby? ...
Old 30 Composer(s): Bill Fries; Chip Davis Performer(s): C.W. McCall
She was mud and sand and concrete Mixed with water made of tears From the rivers runnin' down the great divide She was three thousand miles Of rockin' rollin' highway A million memories long and two lanes wide
Far across the wide Missouri To the old Wyoming line From the Jersey shore to San Francisco Bay She was know to all the truckers As the mighty Lincoln Highway But to me she's still Old Thirty all the way
Now the interstate goes sreamin' Through the backyard of her life But it just don't send those shivers down my spine So before I take that exit To the highway in the sky I'm gonna take Old Thirty one more time
She was radiators boilin' In the burnin' summer sun And a blizzard blowin' wild across the plains She was tumbleweeds a rollin' In the gentle winds of Fall And the lights of old Grand Island in the rain
She was mud and sand and concrete Mixed with water made of tears From the rivers runnin' down the great divide She was three thousand miles Of rockin' rollin' highway A million memories long and two lanes wide
Now the interstate goes sreamin' Through the backyard of her life But it just don't send those shivers down my spine So before I take that exit To the highway in the sky I'm gonna take Old Thirty one more time
May I Composer(s): Gordon Lightfoot Performer(s): Gordon Lightfoot
Finders, keepers, losers, weepers Ring around the rosy and Ill catch you if I can And if you dont say may I, then youll have to start again But first you must indulge me and count from one to ten Let the game begin I adore you when you touch me Pin the tail upon the donkey, you will surely win And if you dont say may I, then Ill pass the cake around And I wont give you any, but you wont make a sound You dont eat soap, anyhow
Red light, green light, blue light, yellow light You can take three giant steps or a baby step will do But if you dont say may I, then Ill march you out the door Where youll be contemplating the numbers one to four I hope youre keeping score
'Cause if you dont say may I, then Ill get you with the hose And spoil your sunday clothes will it please you if I tease you While youre at the spindry, Ill pass the pie around But you wont make a sound You dont eat blackbird anyhow
Theres four and twenty reasons why it cant be wrong How long have you been gone Finders, keepers, losers, weepers Peter, peter, pumpkin eater Wear your sneakers around sound sleepers
Old Tennessee Composer(s): Dan Fogelberg Performer(s): Dan Fogelberg; Fools Gold
End of October The sleepy brown woods seem to Nod down their heads to the Winter Yellows and grays Paint the sad skies today And I wonder when You're coming home
Woke up one morning The wind through the window Reminded me Winter Was just 'round the bend Somehow I just didn't See it was coming It took me by surprise again
And I hear you're in San Francisco Living with your sister who's a mother to be And her husband's way down in Georgia And I'm still in old Tennessee ... Wishing you'd come home to me
Life here is easy I'm sure you recall How it's so warm and breezy In the Summer and the Fall But Winter's upon me And I've got no heat here And I miss your fire so sweet, Dear I miss your fire so sweet
And I hear you're in San Francisco Living with your sister who's a mother to be And her husband's way down in Georgia And I'm still in old Tennessee ... Wishing you'd come home to me
End of October The sleepy brown woods seem to Nod down their heads to the Winter Yellows and gray Paint the sad skies today And I wonder when You're coming home I wonder when you're coming home
May Each Day Composer(s): Mort Green; George Wyle Performer(s): Andy Williams; José Carreras; John MacNally; Mantovani
May each day in the week be a good day May the Lord always watch over you And may all of your hopes turn to wishes And may all of your wishes come true
May each day in the month be a good day May you make friends with each one you meet And may all of your daydreams be memories And may all of your memories be sweet
The weeks turn to months and the months into years There'll be sadness and joy, there'll be laughter and tears But one thing I pray to heaven above May each of your days be a day full of love
May each day in the year be a good day May each dawn find you happy and gay And may all of your days be as lovely As the one you shared with me today
May each day of your life be a good day And good night
Oh the Lord, made the bees An' the bees did make the honey But the Divil sent the woman foe to rob us of our money An around Cape Horn we'll go! An when me money's all spent ol' gal We'll round Cape Horn for more ol' gal ol'gal!
You're the one I do adore An all I'm living in hope to see Is ol' Swansea Town once more!
Now we're outward bound around Cape Horn to 'Frisco an' around I'll send you letters when we get there An' you'll know I'm homeward bound ol' gal ol' gal!
Now when we're homeward bound, my dear I'll bring you silks galore I'll bring you jewels an' rings an' things An ye won't wear the weeds no more, ol' gal ol' gal.
Chorus: You're the one I do adore An' all I've livin' in hopes to see Is ol' Swansea Town once more, old gal, old gal! You're the one I do adore So take me ropes an' make me fast In ol' Swansea Town once more
Now when we're leaving 'Frisco Town Outside of the Golden Gate I'll write my last letter to you, me dear Then ye won't have so long to wait, old gal, old gal!
Chorus: You're the one I do adore An' all I've livin' in hopes to see Is ol' Swansea Town once more, old gal, old gal! You're the one I do adore So take me ropes an' make me fast In ol' Swansea Town once more
An' when we're leavin' the old Fallerones bound for my o' Swansea I know ye'll pull gal, on the string For to haul me in from sea, old gal, old gal!
Chorus: You're the one I do adore An' all I've livin' in hopes to see Is ol' Swansea Town once more, old gal, old gal! You're the one I do adore So take me ropes an' make me fast In ol' Swansea Town once more
An then when we're rounded old Cape Horn Climbin' the hill for home Passed teh Western Islands into the Bay We'll have no further for to roam, old gal, old gal!
Chorus: You're the one I do adore An' all I've livin' in hopes to see Is ol' Swansea Town once more, old gal, old gal! You're the one I do adore So take me ropes an' make me fast In ol' Swansea Town once more
An' then when we up the Channel do sail I'll pray that you'll be there To wait, me dear, on Swansea pier My lovely presents for to share, old gal, old gal!
Chorus: You're the one I do adore An' all I've livin' in hopes to see Is ol' Swansea Town once more, old gal, old gal! You're the one I do adore So take me ropes an' make me fast In ol' Swansea Town once more
When Swansea Town we're off once more We'll see the lights so clear I know that's Megan down on the pier In her dimity apron dear, old gal, old gal!
Chorus: You're the one I do adore An' all I've livin' in hopes to see Is ol' Swansea Town once more, old gal, old gal! You're the one I do adore So take me ropes an' make me fast In ol' Swansea Town once more
Maxwell's Silver Hammer Composer(s): John Lennon / Paul McCartney) Originally performed by: The Beatles Covered by various other artists
Joan was quizzical, studied pataphysical science in her home late nights all alone with a test tube oh oh oh oh Maxwell Edison, majoring in medicine calls her on the phone can I take you out to the pictures Joan but as she's getting ready to go a knock comes on her door
chorus
Bang bang Maxwell's silver hammer came down upon her head bang bang maxwells silver hammer made sure that she was dead
Back at school again, Maxwell plays the fool again teacher gets annoyed wishing to avoid an unpleasant scene she tells Max to stay when the class has gone away so he waits behind writing 50 times I must not be so oh oh oh but when she turns her back on the boy he creeps up from behind
chorus
PC 31, said we caught a dirty one Maxwell stands alone painting testimonial pictures oh oh oh oh Rose and Valerie, sreaming from the gallery say he must go free {Maxwell must go free} the judge does not agree and he tells them so oh oh oh but as the words are leaving his lips a noise comes from behind
Old Shep Composer(s): Red Foley; Willis Arthur Performer(s): Red Foley; and various other artists
When I was a lad and Old Shep was a pup O'er hills and meadows we'd stray Just a boy and his dog, we were both full of fun We grew up together that way
I remember the time at the old swimmin' hole When I would've drowned beyond doubt Shep was right there, to the rescue he came He jumped in and helped pulled me out
So the years fed along and at last he grew old His eyesight was fast growin' dim Then one day the doctor looked at me and said "I can't do no more for him, Jim"
With a hand that was trembling I picked up my gun I aimed it at Shep's faithful head I just couldn't do it, I wanted to run And I wished that they'd shoot me instead
I went to his side and I sat on the ground He laid his head on my knee I stroked the best pal that a man ever found I cried so I scarcely could see
Old Sheppie he knew he was going to go For he reached out and licked at my hand He looked up at me, just as much as to say "We're parting, but you understand"
Now Old Shep is gone where the good doggies go And no more with Old Shep will I roam But if dogs have a heaven, there's one thing I know Old Shep has a wonderful home
Maxine Composer(s): Donald Fagen Performer(s): Donald Fagen; Mark Murphy; Anthony Wilson
Some say that you're reckless They say we're much too young Tell us to stop before we've begun We've got to hold out till graduation Try to hang on Maxine
While the world is sleeping We meet at Lincolon Mall Talk about life the meaning of it all Try to make sense of the suburban sprawl Try to hang on Maxine
Mexico City is like another world Nice this year they say You'll my senorita In jeans and pearls But first let's get off this high way (off this high way)
We'll move back to Manhattan And fill the place with friends Drive to the coast and drive right back again One day we'll wake up make love but till then Try to hang on Maxine
Old Rivers Composer(s): Cliff Crofford Performer(s): Walter Brennan; David Briggs; Jimmy Dean; Dave Dudley; Marvin Rainwater
How old was I when I first seen old Rivers? I can't remember when he weren't around Well, that old fellow did a heap of work Spent his whole life walking plowed ground
He had a one-room shack not far from us And well, we was about as poor as him He had one old mule he called Midnight And I'd trailed along after them
He used to plow them rows straight and deep And I'd come along near behind A-bustin' up clods with my own bare feet Old Rivers was a friend of mine
That sun'd get high and that mule would work Till old Rivers'd say, ''Whoa!'' He'd wipe his brow, lean back on the reins And talk about a place he was gonna go
Chorus: He'd say, one of these days I'm gonna climb that mountain Walk up there amoung the clouds Where the cotton's high And the corn's a-growin' And there ain't no fields to plow
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I got a letter today from the folks back home and They're all fine and crops is dry Down at the end my mama said, ''Son You know old Rivers died''
Just sittin' here now on this new-plowed earth Trying to find me a little shade With the sun beating down 'cross the field I see That mule, old Rivers and me
Chorus: Now, one of these days I'm gonna climb that mountain Walk up there amoung the clouds Where the cotton's high And the corn's a-growin' And there ain't no fields to plow
With the sun beating down 'cross the field I see That mule, old Rivers and me...
Maxim's Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg and various other artists
Ah! baiser la main d'une femme du monde Et m'écorcher les lèvres à ses diamants Et puis dans la Jaguar Brûler son léopard Avec une cigarette anglaise Et s'envoyer des dry au Gordon Et des Pimm's Number one Avant que de filer chez Maxim's Grand seigneur Dix sacs au chasseur
Old Riders In The Grandstand Performer(s): Slim Dusty
I'm seated in the grandstand at a big-time rodeo With my walking stick beside me
as I watch the scene below There are youngon's ridin' outlaws as I did when young and free And I wonder are there many old ex-riders here like me
The horses they are ridin' couldn't buck to save their hide Oh I'd like to see these youngon's on the ones I used to ride I've used the likes of spinifex for a night horse on the run And brahma bulls like Wadgerra, we rode them just for fun
The saddles they are using are designed to hold you in And the halter shanks are silky so as not to hurt your skin We rode in flattened ?Poleans? in the days of long ago And could have rolled a smoke aboard the likes of Curio
The steers they use for doggin' are no bigger than a calf And the time they take to throw them make us old timers laugh We used to scrub big Mickey's twice the size in cattle yards Oh but that was many years ago way back when times were hard
These youngon's dress so lairy in their fancy cowboy suits We used to ride in moleskins and a pair of Bluecha boots But all our glory's vanished, we're forgotten men, it seems Old riders in the grandstand alone with all our dreams
I am a mouse called Maximillian Mouse And I live in my Maximillian...Mouse house I'm very well bred I'm pure Castillian mouse And I come from a long long long long long long line of Castillian mouses
Ole!
But it always has been perilous Crossing the arena to the supermarkets Where I buy my cheese..
It's regularly perilous When I think of bull-fights There's a quaking in my knees
I've always had A taste for colourful things And this day I was wearing my red cortocaportocontrezbutonizonalado e sulapa ancocobosiasacadelamanorajo et plato del toros dressing gown
I must confess I've been in gullible rings For the bull, when he saw what I wore Came rushing at me
Ol... (clear throat) Ole.
But if you think that because I am small I am puny You are wrong I stood my ground I did not move I could not move
The picador's horse was standing on my tail So swiftly I turned and I nipped him in the fetlocks He was most embarrassed But for the moment I was free
I pirouette to safety and the bull thunders past me brrrah Then, I hear the trumpet call for the death I have resolved to dispatch Senor Toros with the classic pass of the dead one The crowd screamed "No, no!" but I plant my feet firmly, one (stamp), and two (stamp)
(quietly) Three (stamp), four (stamp)
Then, from ten yards away I called the bull to me Toros! He comes rushing towards me!
(bang, crash)
(Smugly) I tripped him...
I am a mouse called Maximillian Mouse And I live in my Maximillian...Mouse house
I'm very well bred I'm pure Castillian mouse And I come from a long long long long long long line of Bull-fighting mouses
Well, John Henry might have been a steel drivin' man but Max Goolis was a street sweepin'man.....
Lord, Lord, Max Goolis was a street sweepin'man Max Goolis was a street sweepin' man, Lord, Lord Max Goolis was a street sweepin' man
When Max Goolis was a little bitty babe The first words he did utter were "Listen, Mum & Dad, I plan to spend My whole life in the gutter, Lord, Lord My whole life in the gutter
Well one day the boss came out on the job and he brought an automatic garbage truck around He said, "Alright, Max, turn in your white ducks, fella, you're through." Imagine it Goolis, foremost name in refuse, cast up on the heap, destitute He said, "Just a minute, sir, I deserve another chance I propose a race, me against the automatic garbage truck What do you say?"
Well, the entrepreneur was of the imaginative sort always looking for some kind of incentive proposal, short of profit-sharing and he said, "Alright, Maxie, in view of your years of devoted service I'll tell you what I'm gonna do You take one side of the street and the automatic garbage truck will take the other To the victor, belong the spoils!"
They started down the avenue The scene it really looked bad The automatic truck was sweeping up a storm And Max was shovelling like mad, Lord, Lord And Max was shovelling like mad
Max poured on speed and then he said "I've only saved a coupla dimes I'm behind by thirteen orange peels And a copy of the New York Times, Lord, Lord A copy of the New York Times"
West Coast edition Well eyewitnesses tell us that Max wasn't behind at all As a matter of fact, he was pulling ahead, slowly but surely in an epic of human labour when someone said suddenly "Hey, look, there's a parade a-comin'!" Sure enough it was the United States mounted cavalry
I'm certain that no-one expects us to include the next verse, certainly not our Aunt David Suffice it to say that the wind blew, and quite a few objects were airborne Well, some say it broke poor Max's heart and he died And others say, "Not a bit of it: his spirit lives on in keeping things neat and clean right here in San Francisco because Max Goolis was a street sweepin' man....."
Lord, Lord Max Goolis was a street sweepin'man
He broke his poor heart and then he died But Max is really not gone On every single street where garbage lies His soul goes shovelling on, Lord, Lord His soul goes shovelling on, and on, and on His soul goes shovelling on