Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Lucille, wat maak i-j mien now weer kloar Lucille, wat maak i-j mien now weer kloar altied wat te drammen, i-j zeurt 't hele joar
ik zit hele dagen met de kont veur de T.V. en vroag ik is 't etten kloar dan is 't antwoord: nee
Lucille, wat maak i-j mien now weer kloar Lucille, wat maak i-j mien now weer kloar altied wat te drammen, i-j zeurt 't hele joar
ik wie vanmargen wakker Lucille was nergens te zien ik denk bi-j mien eigen wat een eigenwies knien
Lucille, wat maak i-j mien now weer kloar Lucille, wat maak i-j mien now weer kloar altied wat te drammen, i-j zeurt 't hele joar
zie was weer terruggekommen met een stuk in de kraag in vind 't prima dat i-j schik hebt moar margen gin geklaag
Lucille, wat maak i-j mien now weer kloar Lucille, wat maak i-j mien now weer kloar altied wat te drammen, i-j zeurt 't hele joar
wi-j hadden weer es ruzie en wi-j gooiden met servies moar zi-j gooien alleen met dure chinese vazen uut de Ming dynastie die ik op één van mien verre buutelandse reizen veur weinig trouwens, op de kop had kunnen tikken, ik zeg: ben i-j wel goed wies
Lucille, wat maak i-j mien now weer kloar Lucille, wat maak i-j mien now weer kloar altied wat te drammen, i-j zeurt 't hele joar
altied wat te drammen, i-j zeurt en i-j zanikt en i-j zei ... eh zwamt 't hele g ... ganselijke lange joar
Money Honey Composer(s): Eric Faulkner; Stuart "Woody" Wood Performer(s): Bay City Rollers
Money-can't make you turn your head now Money-can't get you into bed now Money Honey-can't give more than you get now Money Honey you aint' got no respect But I like to watch you lust to see what you can get And Money Honey gets you breakfast in bed And Money Honey, oh you drive me out my head
Living like a princess with a frown Giving-I can't afford to cry on Money, Honey, hey, girl come on, don't bring me down
Money Honey you ain't got no respect ...
Money-must it buy all I can get now Money-without it how far will I get now Money Honey, hold it you'd be losing my respect now
Gimme Back My Bullets Composer(s): Gary Rossington; Ronnie Van Zant Performer(s): Lynyrd Skynyrd; and various other artists
Life is so strange when its changin', yes indeed Well I've seen the hard times and the pressures been on me But I keep on workin' like the workin' man do And I've got my act together, gonna walk all over you Gimme back my bullets Put 'em back where they belong Ain't foolin' around, 'cause I done had my fun Ain't gonna see no more damage done Gimme back my bullets
Sweet talkin' people done ran me out of town I drank enough whiskey to float a battleship around But I'm leavin' this game one step ahead of you And you will not hear me cry 'cause I do not sing the blues
Gimme back my bullets Put 'em back where they belong Ain't foolin' around, 'cause I done had my fun Ain't gonna see no more damage done Gimme back, gimme back my bullets Put 'em back where they belong
Been up and down since I turned seventeen Well I've been on top, and then it seems I lost my dream But I got it back, I'm feelin' better everyday Tell all them pencil pushers, better get out of my way Gimme back my bullets Put 'em back where they belong Ain't foolin' around, 'cause I done had my fun Ain't gonna see no more damage done Gimme back, gimme back my bullets Oh put 'em back where they belong Gimme back my bullets
Lucille ((aka Lucille (Johnny Hallyday) - 1964)) ((Adapted from: Lucille (Little Richard) - 1957)) ((Dutch Version: Lucille (Normaal) - 1990)) Composer(s): Little Richard - Al Collins - Michel Pagliaro Performer(s): Michel Pagliaro - 1975
Lucille, tu es toujours partie en ville Lucille, tu es toujours partie en ville Ouais, je sais que je t'aime Il n'y a que toi Lucille
Lucille, reviens tout de suite à la maison Lucllle, reviens tout de suite à la maison Oui, je ne peux me passer de toi Tu me fais perdre la raison
How! Alors elle s'est enfuie Je n'ai pu la rattraper J'ai demandé de l'aide Mais personne n'a répliqué
Lucille, reviens tout de suite à la maison Oui, je ne peux me passer de toi Tu me fais perdre la raison Waah, aah
Lucille, reviens tout de suite à la maison Lucille, reviens tout de suite à la maison Oui, je ne peux me passer de toi Tu me fais perdre la raison
Oh, alors elle s'est enfuie Je n'ai pu la rattraper J'ai demandé de l'aide Mais personne n'a répliqué
Lucille, reviens tout de suite à la maison Oui je sais que je t'aime Il n'y a que toi Lucille Aah, ah, je sais que je t'aime, il n'y a que toi Lucille Aah, ah, je sais que je t'aime, il n'y a que toi Lucille How!
Money For Nothing Composer(s): Mark Knopfler; Sting Originally performed by: Dire Straits
I want my MTV... Now look at them yo-yo's - that's the way you do it You play the guitar on the MTV That ain't working, that's the way you do it Money for nothing and your chicks for free Now that ain't working, that's the way you do it Lemme tell ya - them guys ain't dumb Maybe get a blister on your little finger Maybe get a blister on your thumb
We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen delivery We gotta move this refrigerator We gotta move this colour TV
See the little faggot with the earing and the make-up Yeah buddy - that's hih own hair The little faggot got his own jet airplane The little faggot he's a millionaire
We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen delivery We gotta move this refrigerator We gotta move this colour TV
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We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen delivery Who's gotta move this refrigerator? Who's gotta move this colour TV?
I shoulda learn to play the guitar I shoulda learn to play them drums Look at that mamma, she's got it - stickin' in the camera Man - we could have some fun And he's up there, what's there - Hawaaian noises You're banging on the bongoes like a chimpasee
Ooh - that ain't working, that's the way you do it Money for nothing and your chicks for free
We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen delivery We gotta move this refrigerator We gotta move this colour TV
Money Down Composer(s): Wally Bryson Performer(s): The Raspberries
Never let no woman abuse me Never let no woman misuse me Never let no woman confuse me Never laid my money down Little woman think I got a heart of stone 'Cause I just wanna love 'em and leave 'em alone Money down!
Lotta funky women been tryin' to scare me Tell me that they'll leave me if I ain't true Ain't been a one who didn't have to share me Ya know that when they leave it ain't me that's blue Little woman can't ya see I'm bound to roam And I got no fears about livin' alone Money down!
Little woman tryin' to put the chains on me Til my dyin' day I'm gonna wanna be free Sorry 'bout it, baby, but that's just me!
Yeah, all right! All right! Ooh, yeah! Ooh, yeah, yeah! Money down!
Said I never let no woman abuse me And I never let no woman misuse me I never let no woman confuse me Never laid my money down Little woman think I got a heart of stone 'Cause I just wanna love 'em and leave 'em alone Yeah! Yes I do Money down! Uh-huh Money down! Money down! Said, Money down, yeah! Oh, you can leave me Oh yeah, oh no Money down, down, down, down, down
Gimme A Pigfoot (And A Bottle Of Beer) Composer(s): Coot Grant; Wesley Wilson Performer(s): Bessie Smith; and various other artists
Spoken: Twenty-five cents, hah, no, no I wouldn't pay twenty-five cents to go in nowhere 'Cause listen here.....
Up in Harlem ev'ry Saturday night When the highbrows get together its just too tight They all congregates at an all night strut And what they do is tut-tut-tut
Old Hannah Brown from 'cross town Gets full of corn and starts breakin' 'em down Just at the break of day You can hear old Hannah say
Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer Send me 'gain, I don't care I feel just like I wanna clown Give the piano player a drink Because he's bringin' me down! He's gotta rhythm, Y-e-e-a-a-h! When he stomps his feet He sends me right off to sleep Check all your razors and your guns We gonna be 'rested when the wagon comes I wanna pigfoot and a bottle of beer Send me 'cause I don't care Play me 'cause I don't care
Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer Send me 'gain, I don't care I feel just like I wanna clown Give the piano player a drink Because he's bringin' me down He's got rhythm, Y-e-e-a-a-h! When he stomps his feet He sends me right off to sleep Check all your razors and your guns Do the shim-sham-shimmy 'til the risin' sun Give me a reefer and a gang o' gin Play me 'cause I'm in my sin Play me 'cause I'm full of gin
Lucille ((aka Lucille (Michel Pagliaro) - 1975)) ((Adapted from: Lucille (Little Richard) - 1957)) ((Dutch Version: Lucille (Normaal) - 1990)) Composer(s): Little Richard - Al Collins - Alain Gaunay - Claude Pitkowski Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday - 1964
Lucille Pourquoi reviens-tu ce soir? Lucille Maintenant il est trop tard Entre nous c'est fini Je ne veux plus te revoir
Lucille Pourquoi viens-tu t'excuser? Lucille Je t'ai déjà oubliée Tu ne comptes plus pour moi Tu devrais t'en aller
Quand je t'ai vue danser avec lui dans le noir J'aurais voulu pleurer car je ne pouvais pas le croire Lucille Et quand il t'a embrassée Mon cur s'est mis à battre et mes mains à trembler
Oh! Lucille
Oh! Lucille Je ne sais pas ce qui m'a pris Lucille Comme un fou je suis parti Tu avais tout brisé Tout, en une seule nuit
Money Burns A Hole In My Pocket Composer(s): Bob Hilliard; Jule Styne Performer(s): Dean Martin; Troy Connolly; Jeff Harnar
Money burns a hole in my pocket How I wish I had millions of dollars and nothing to do But just buy pretty presents for you
Money burns a hole in my pocket How I wish I had oil wells in Texas to keep me supplied With money while I sit by your side
Every day of the week We would visit the store All the beautiful things you see Would soon be yours Cuz money burns a hole in my pocket So I'm bringing your perfume and candy and roses of red And wishing they were diamonds instead
Every day of the week We kinda visit the store All the beautiful things you see Would soon be yours Money burns a hole in my pocket So I'm bringing your perfume and candy and roses of red And wishing they were diamonds instead
Gilly Gilly Ossenfeffer Katzenellen Bogen By The Sea
Gilly Gilly Ossenfeffer Katzenellen Bogen By The Sea Composer(s): Al Hoffman; Dick Manning Performer(s): The Four Lads; and various other artists
There's a tiny house (There's a tiny house) By a tiny stream (By a tiny stream) Where a lovely lass (Where a lovely lass) Had a lovely dream (Had a lovely dream) And her dream came true (And her dream came true) Quite unexpectedly In Gilly Gilly Ossenfeffer Katzenellen Bogen By The Sea
She was out one day (She was out one day) Where the tulips grow (Where the tulips grow) When a handsome lad (When a handsome lad) Stopped to say hello (Stopped to say hello) And before she knew (And before she knew) He kissed her tenderly In Gilly Gilly Ossenfeffer Katzenellen Bogen By The Sea
(Spoken: All right now, Ladies and Gentlemen, you've heard us sing the whole thing right through We want you to sing each and every word that Frankie sings You ready? Here we go......)
There's a tiny house (There's a tiny house) By a tiny stream (By a tiny stream) Where a lovely lass (Where a lovely lass) Had a lovely dream (Had a lovely dream) And her dream came true (And her dream came true) Quite unexpectedly In Gilly Gilly Ossenfeffer Katzenellen Bogen By The Sea
She was out one day (She was out one day) Where the tulips grow (Where the tulips grow) When a handsome lad (When a handsome lad) Stopped to say hello (Stopped to say hello) And before she knew (And before she knew) He kissed her tenderly In Gilly Gilly Ossenfeffer Katzenellen Bogen By The Sea
The happy pair were married one Sunday afternoon They left the church and ran away to spend their honeymoon
In a tiny house (In a tiny house) By a tiny stream (By a tiny stream) Where the lovely lass (Where the lovely lass) Had a lovely dream (Had a lovely dream) And the last I heard (And the last I heard) They still live happily In Gilly Gilly Ossenfeffer Katzenellen Bogen By The Sea In Gilly Gilly Ossenfeffer Katzenellen Bogen By The Sea
Lucille Composer(s): Roger Bowling - Hal Bynum First release by: Kenny Rogers - 1977 Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1979 - Lásko, Mne Ubývá Sil (Pavel Bobek) 1984 - Pourquoi M'laisses-Tu Pas Tranquille, Lucille? (Eddy Mitchell)
In a bar in Toledo across the depot On a barstool she took off her ring I thought I'd get closer So I walked on over I sat down and ask her name When the drink finally hit her She said I'm no quitter But I finally quit living on drinks I'm hungry for laughter And here ever after
In the mirror I saw him I closely watch him I thought how he looked out of place He came to the woman Sat down beside me He had a strange look on his face The big hands are callous He looked like a mountain From a minute I thought I was dead But he started shaking But his big heart was breaking
You picked the fine time to leave me, Lucille Four hungry children and a crop in the field I've had some bad time Live thru' some sad times But this time the hurting won't heal You pick the fine time to leave me, Lucille
After he left her I ordered some whisky I thought how she made hime look small From thee lights of the barroom To rented hotel room We walked without talking at all She was a beauty But when she came to me She must have thought I lose my mind I couldn't hold her The words that he told her The words that he told her Kept coming back time after time
Gilligan's Island Composer(s): Sherwood Schwartz; George Wyle Performer(s): Manic Hispanic; and various other artists
Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale A tale of a fateful trip That started from this tropic port Aboard this tiny ship The mate was a mighty sailing man The skipper brave and sure Five passengers set sail that day For a three hour tour, a three hour tour The weather started getting rough The tiny ship was tossed If not for the courage of the fearless crew The minnow would be lost, the minnow would be lost The ship set ground on the shore of this uncharted desert isle With Gilligan The Skipper too The millionaire and his wife The movie star The professor and Mary Ann Here on Gilligan's Isle So this is the tale of the castaways They're here for a long, long time They'll have to make the best of things It's an uphill climb The first mate and the Skipper too Will do their very best To make the others comfortable In the tropic island nest No phone, no lights no motor cars Not a single luxury Like Robinson Crusoe As primative as can be So join us here each week my friends You're sure to get a smile From seven stranded castaways Here on "Gilligan's Isle"
Money (That's What I Want) French Title: Pas De Chance Composer(s): Janie Bradford; Berry Gordy Jr. Originally performed by: Barrett Strong Covered by various other artists
The best things in life are free But you can keep them for the birds and bees Now give me money That's what I want That's what I want, yeah That's what I want
You're loving' gives me a thrill But you're loving' don't pay my bills Now give me money That's what I want That's what I want, yeah That's what I want
Money don't get everything it's true What it don't get, I can't use Now give me money That's what I want That's what I want, yeah That's what I want, wah
Money don't get everything it's true What it don't get, I can't use Now give me money That's what I want That's what I want, yeah That's what I want
Well now give me money Ow, money Wow, yeah, I wanna be free Oh I want money That's what I want That's what I want, well Now give me money ow, money Wow, yeah, you need money now, give me money That's what I want, yeah That's what I want, yeah
G.I. Jo Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg; Jean-Claude Brialy; Anna Karina
G.I. Jo Tu vas mourir sous le drapeau américain G.I. Jo Tous les rockets auront ta peau américaine Combien d'étoiles sur ce drapeau One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight Combien d'étoiles pour le héros Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, zero
G.I. Jo Wonder Woman pleure le héros américain G.I. Jo Tu vas mourir, grille une dernière américaine Combien d'étoiles sur ce maillot One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight Combien d'étoiles sur le héros Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, zero
Lucifer ((Adapted from: Crucified (Army of Lovers) - 1991)) Composer(s): Alexander Bard - Jean-Pierre Barda - Anders Wollbeck - Mary Boduin - Liliane Saint-Pierre Performer(s): Liliane Saint-Pierre - 1997
Weg Lucifer Lucifer, verlaat de aarde Neem al het kwade Weer met je mee
't Is donker op de aarde Je schaduw waart rond Met wel duizend zwaarden En geen mens zegt stop De onschuld gaat tenonder En gaat haar martelgang We wachten op een wonder We wachten al zo lang
Het onrecht tiert welig Een witte mars trekt op Het recht is overspelig En hinkelt achterop De liefde lijkt verloren Nog voordat ze begon Ze was als dood geboren En satan overwon
Weg Lucifer Lucifer, verlaat de aarde Neem al het kwade Weer met je mee
Weg Lucifer Lucifer, verdwijn in het donker Diep in spelonken Of vlammenzee
En miljoenen jaren Glijden door je hand Die hele mensenschare Wacht op het beloofde land 't Vertrouwen is geschonden We leven zo alleen We kunnen enkel bidden Heer, help ons hier doorheen Heer, help ons hier doorheen Heer, help ons hier doorheen
Weg Lucifer Lucifer, verlaat de aarde Neem al het kwade Weer met je mee
Weg Lucifer Lucifer, verdwijn in het donker Diep in spelonken Of vlammenzee
We kunnen enkel bidden Heer, help ons hier doorheen
Weg Lucifer Lucifer, verlaat de aarde Neem al het kwade Weer met je mee
Weg Lucifer Lucifer, verdwijn in het donker Diep in spelonken Of vlammenzee
Weg Lucifer Lucifer, verlaat de aarde Neem al het kwade Weer met je mee
Weg Lucifer Lucifer, verdwijn in het donker Diep in spelonken Of vlammenzee
Money Composer(s): Ian Burden; Philip Oakey; Jim Russell Performer(s): The Human League
Make your mind up Who's going to think for you? When the time comes You'll have to see it through Use your instinct And take a risk or two Don't you worry 'Cause you'll know what to do You can give so Much to me But I don't want it I will be free For the last time I'm going out the door You don't need me To help you anymore Eyes wide open I see it's different now Keep your comfort I'll get along somehow You can have my money I don't need it anymore I don't need your invitation Down that lonesome corridor Breakdown You can have my money I don't need it anymore I don't need your invitation Down that lonesome corridor Nothing good comes easily Count the cost, I will be free You can scream and disagree I don't want it - I will be free You can have my money I don't need it anymore I don't need your invitation Down that lonesome corridor Nothing good comes easily Count the cost, I will be free You can scream and disagree I don't want it - I will be free