Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Take Back Your Heartache Composer(s): Lynsey De Paul - Gerard Kenny Performer(s): Gerard Kenny
Are you ready girls? Let's hear you now Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh.... Here we go
Stop! Oh I can't believe what's going on Stop! I've caught you out yes you're in the wrong Oh, I can see before my eyes Oh, you've been telling me lies
So you can ...
Take back your heartache before my heart breaks give it to him you can give it to him little darlin' take back your heartache before my heart breaks give it to him ... instead of me
No! don't say a word you've gone too far No! it's very clear just what you are Oh, I can see it for myself You're in the arms, the arms of somebody else
So you can ...
Take back your heartache before my heart breaks give it to him you can give it to him little darlin' oooh take back your heartache before my heart breaks give it to him ... instead of me
Take back your love Take back your key Oh go and throw them away They're no good, they're no good for me
and you know what you can do honey
Take back your heartache before my heart breaks give it to him Oh, yes give it to him Little darlin' take back your heartache before my heart breaks give it to him ... instead of ...
Take back your heartache (Oh la la la la) before my heart breaks give it to him Instead of me
I know what you what you've been doing girl You been out with that other guy with the big cadillac convertable saw you down on the beach saw you necking in the parking lot at MacDonalds I know I gotta work work work for you honey this song is finished it's totally finished and so are we
Moses Supposes Performer(s): Gene Kelly & Donald O'Connor
"Moses supposes his toses are roses.....but Moses supposes erroneously..... Moses he knowses his toses aren't roses......as Moses supposes his toses to be"
"Moses supposes his toses are roses but Moses supposes erroneously
"But Moses he knowses his toses aren't roses as Moses supposes his toses to be!"
"Moses supposes his toses are roses As Moses supposes his toses to be
A Mose is a Mose A rose is a rose A toes is a toes Hoopdedillydilly!
"Moses supposes his toses are roses but Moses supposes erroneously Moses he knowses his toses aren't roses as Moses supposes his toses to be!
"Moses! Moses! Moses! As Moses supposes his toses to be!
"A rose is a rose is a rose is a roses A rose is what Moses supposes his toes is It couldn't be a Lilly or a taffy-daffy- dilly It's got to be a rose 'cause it rhymes with Mose
This is the Morse Moose calling, this is the Morse Moose calling this is the Morse Moose calling, this is the Morse Moose calling
Oh, right on down to the bottom of the sea, tell me, are you receiving me? My name is Morse Moose and I'm calling you Right on down to the bottom of the sea, tell me, are you receiving me? My name is Morse Moose and I'm calling, calling you
Girlfriends Composer(s): Rick Nielsen; Robin Zander; Tom Petersson; Bun E. Carlos Performer(s): Cheap Trick
All mine, all mine, all mine, all mine, all mine, all mine All mine, all mine, all mine, all mine, all mine, all mine All mine, all mine, all mine, all mine, all mine, all mine All mine, all mine, all mine, all mine, all mine, all mine All mine, all mine, all mine, all mine
You can drink my whiskey, get high all night Play my guitar, well, that's all right Give you my money, never get it back Take what you want as a matter of fact You can have anything, anything except... My girlfriends, my girlfriends That's where I draw the line My girlfriends, my girlfriends All mine, all mine, all mine, all mine, all mine
Promise her cocaine, reds, whites and blues If I catch you doing that shit I know you're gonna lose Like a copy cat killer lacks originality Yeah, a lousy Cliff Irving tryin' to plagiarize me
My girlfriends, my girlfriends That's where I draw the line My girlfriends, my girlfriends All mine, all mine, all mine, all mine, all mine
Well, one of these days, and it won't be long Ain't the same old line from a rock- 'n' -roll song If Long Tall Sally ever talked like that You can take what you want as a matter of fact You can have ev'rything, anything except...
My girlfriends, my girlfriends That's where I draw the line My girlfriends, my girlfriends All mine, all mine, all mine, all mine, all mine
Don't try, steal my girlfriends Oo, I love her a lot, yeah, yeah, yeah
My girlfriends, my girlfriends It's all that I've got It's all that I've got It's all that I've got, oh, yeah Oh, yeah My girlfriends, my girlfriends Don't try, steal my girlfriends
Morse Moose And The Gray Goose Composer(s): Paul McCartney; Laine Performer(s): Paul McCartney & Wings
Right on down at the bottom of the sea tell me, are you receiving me? My name is Morse Moose and I'm calling you Right on down at the bottom of the sea tell me, are you receiving me? My name is Morse Moose and I'm calling you
The grey goose was a steady boat, people said, she'd never float But one night when the moon was high, the grey goose flew away As we were sailing round the rocks, the mate took out his compass box and said the wind is like a fox but the grey goose flew away
When out upon the open sea, the admiral, the mate and me prepared to face eternity, but the grey goose flew away She flew into the stormy sea, Davy Jones was calling me But heading for tranquillity, the grey goose flew away
Right on down to the bottom of the sea, tell me, are you receiving me? My name is Morse Moose and I'm calling you Right on down at the bottom of the sea, tell me, are you receiving me? My name is Morse Moose and I'm calling you Right on down at the bottom of the sea, tell me, are you receiving me? My name is Morse Moose and I'm calling you, yeah
This is the Morse Moose calling, this is the Morse Moose calling this is the Morse Moose calling, this is the Morse Moose calling
Right on down at the bottom of the sea, tell me, are you receiving me? My name is Morse Moose and I'm calling you This is the Morse Moose calling, this is the Morse Moose calling this is the Morse Moose calling, this is the Morse Moose calling...
Right on down at the bottom of the sea, tell me, are you receiving me? My name is Morse Moose and I'm calling you Right on down to the bottom of the sea, tell me, are you receiving me? My name is Morse Moose and I'm calling you Right on down to the bottom of the sea, tell me, are you receiving me? My name is Morse Moose and I'm calling you
This is the Morse Moose calling, this is the Morse Moose calling this is the Morse Moose calling, this is the Morse Moose calling
Oh, right on down to the bottom of the sea, tell me, are you receiving me? My name is Morse Moose and I'm calling you Right on down to the bottom of the sea, tell me, are you receiving me? My name is Morse Moose and I'm calling, calling you
Girl, You'll Be A Woman Soon Composer(s): Neil Diamond Performer(s): Neil Diamond
Girl.. you'll be a woman soon Love you so much can't count all the ways I'd die for you girl and all they can say is "He's not your kind" They never get tired of puttin' me down and I never Know when I come around what I'm gonna find Don't let them make up your mind Don't you know..
Girl.. you'll be a woman soon Please come take my hand Girl.. you'll be a woman soon Soon.. you'll need a man
I've been misunderstood for all of my life But what they're sayin', girl.. just cuts like a knife "The boy's no good" Well I finally found what I've been lookin' for But if they get the chance they'll end it for sure Sure they would Baby.. I've done all I could It's up to you
Girl.. you'll be a woman soon Please come take my hand Girl.. you'll be a woman soon Soon.. you'll need a man
Oh girl.. you'll be a woman soon Please come take my hand Girl.. you'll be a woman soon Soon.. you'll need a man Girl.. you'll be a woman soon Soon
Take Away The Music Take Away The Good Times What Have I Left I Don't Know Take Away The Ladies What Have I Left I Don't Know
Until Know No Other Way To Live Late In The Evenings Hard And Long Nights Wasted Time That I Always Thought That I Was Right Don't Ask Me 'Cause I Don't Know If Ya
Take Away The Music Take Away The Good Times What Have I Left I Don't Know How How Why Should All The Good Nights Turn In To Past Sights Where Have All The Fun Gone I Don't Know
Well, Until Know No Other Way To Live Late Evenings Hard And Long Nights Wasted Time That I Always Thought That I Was Right Don't Ask Me 'Cause I Don't Know If Ya
Take Away The Music Take Away The Good Times What Have I Left I Don't Know Take Away The Ladies What Have I Left I Don't Know ...
Morse Code Of Love (aka Baby Come Back To Me) Composer(s): Nick Santamaria Performer(s): The Capris and various other artists
Dot n ditta dit dot n ditta ditta Dot n ditta dit dot n ditta ditta Dot n ditta dit dot n ditta ditta Baby come home to me
I sent my baby a telegram Asking to be her man Begging her to come back home to me Oh I dotted the I's And I crossed the T's And I'm begging pretty please Honey honey, come back home to me
Dit dot ditta ditta Baby I want your love Woo-oo Baby I need your love Ooo Honey honey come back home to me Dit dot Got to have your love Woo-oo Can't live without your love Woo-oo Honey honey come back home to me
Oh I made mistakes Yes that's the truth But the biggest one I made with you Honey honey, come back home to me I thought that you would understand I'm not a one woman man Not any more so come back home to me
Dit dot... Baby I want your love Woo-oo Honey I need your love Ooo Baby baby come back home to me Dit dot... Got to have your love Woo-oo Can't live without your love Woo-oo Honey honey come back home to me
Dit dotta dit dot n ditta ditta Dit dotta dit dot n ditta ditta Dit dotta dit dot n ditta ditta Ooo ahh oooh aahhhh Baby come home to me Ahhh-ahhh--ahhh... Dit dotta dit dot n ditta ditta Come back come back to me Come back come back to me Come back baby come back to me Ahhh-ahhh--ahhh... Baby come back to me Come back come back to me Come back baby come back to me (Repeat)
Girl With No Eyes Composer(s): David LaFlamme; Linda LaFlamme Performer(s): It's A Beautiful Day
There's a girl in my room
and her face on the wall with no eyes There's a girl in my room and her face on the wall with no eyes Girl with no eyes who can she be? Girl with no eyes she's looking at me
There's a girl in my room and her face on the wall with no eyes If I make a sound she'll know that I'm stirring inside If I make a sound she'll know that I'm trying to hide
Girl with no eyes who can she be? Girl with no eyes she's looking at me Beautiful girl who does she see? Beautiful girl she seems to be staring
Doesn't eveybody know, everybody know love takes a lifetime And doesn't everbody know, everbody know love is the eyesight it's the eye sight of a lifetime
She's just a reflection of all of the time that's gone by She's just a reflection of all of the time I've been high
Girl with no eyes who can she be? Girl with no eyes she's looking at me Beautiful girl who does she see? Beautiful girl she seems to be staring
Doesn't eveybody know, everybody know love takes a lifetime And doesn't everbody know, everbody know love is the eyesight it's the eyesight of a lifetime
Take A Message To Mary Composer(s): Boudleaux Bryant - Felice Bryant First release by: The Everly Brothers - 1959 Covered by multiple other artists
These are the words of a frontier lad Who lost his love when he turned bad
Take a message to Mary but dont tell her where I am Take a message to Mary but dont say Im in a jam You can tell her I had to see the world or tell her that my ship set sail You can say she better not wait for me but dont tell her Im in jail Oh, dont tell her Im in jail
Take a message to Mary but dont tell her what Ive done Please dont mention the stagecoach and the shot from a careless gun You can tell her I had to change my plans and cancel out the wedding day But please dont mention my lonely cell where Im gonna pine away Until my dying day
Take a message to Mary but dont tell her all you know My hearts aching for Mary, Lord knows I miss her so Just tell her I went to Timbuktu, tell her Im searching for gold You can say she better find someone new to cherish and to hold Oh, Lord, this cell is cold
Girl (Why You Wanna Make Me Blue) Composer(s): Eddie Holland; Norman Whitfield Performer(s): The Temptations
I love you, girl, with all my heart and soul I can't understand why you treat me cold Your every wish, girl, is my command And that's why I can't seem to understand why Girl, girl, girl, why you wanna make me blue? I'm askin' you girl, girl, girl, why you wanna make me blue?
One day you say you love me too The next day you tell me that we are through My love for you is just a game But each time we play, girl, my heart feels the pain Girl, girl, girl, why you wanna make me blue? Oh girl, girl, girl, why you wanna make me blue, so blue?
Woo Girl, girl, girl, why you wanna make me blue? (make me blue) Oh girl, oh girl, oh girl, tell me why can't you be true? (can't be true) The way you treat me, it just isn't fair You make it so plain you just don't care You have a ball around my time Of sleepless nights I'm getting tired Girl, girl, girl, why you wanna make me blue? I'm askin' you girl, girl, girl, why you wanna make me blue, baby? Girl, girl, girl, why you wanna make me blue? Oh oh girl, girl, girl, why you wanna make me blue?
Take A Look Composer(s): Allen Toussaint Performer(s): Natalie Merchant; Irma Thomas
Take a look at this heart It's the one I'm gonna use to love you Take a look at these arms These are the arms I'm gonna use to hug you Look at these eyes These are the eyes that will haunt you Ohhhh take a look at this girl She's the girl that wants you
Take a look at my feet that are gonna walk up to your door Take a look at this head Take a look at these hips It's gonna knock(?)
Like n Look at these lips They're gonna kiss you and I know they'll haunt you Ohhh Take a look at this girl I'm the girl that wants you
Ohhh take a look at that reef That you see lying in the window Take a look at that poor little dimple spot on my third finger
If you wanna see someone who's gonna be happy as can be Take a look at me Take a look at me Tame eeee
Take a look at this heart It's the one I'm gonna ust to look at these arms They're the ones I'm gonna use to hold you
Qui Saura
((Adapted from: Che Sarà (Ricchi E Poveri) - 1971))
((Swedish Version: Aldrig Mer (Hootenanny Singers) - 1971))
Composer(s): Jimmy Fontana - Nicola Greco - Franco Migliacci - Carlo Pes - Michel Jourdan
Performer(s): Mike Brant - 1972
and multiple other artists
Vous mes amis, tant de fois vous me dites Que d'ici peu je ne serai plus triste J'aimerais bien vous croire un jour Mais j'en doute avec raison Essayez de répondre à ma question
Qui saura, qui saura, qui saura Qui saura me faire oublier dites-moi Ma seule raison de vivre Essayez de me le dire Qui saura, qui saura, oui qui saura
Vous mes amis essayez de comprendre Une seule fille au monde peut me rendre Tout ce que j'ai perdu, je sais qu'elle ne reviendra pas Alors si vous pouvez dites-le moi
Qui saura, qui saura, qui saura Qui saura me faire vivre d'autres joies Je n'avais qu'elle sur terre Et sans elle ma vie entière Je sais bien que le bonheur n'existe pas
Vous mes amis le soleil vous inonde Vous dites que je sortirai de l'ombre J'aimerais bien vous croire oui Mais mon coeur y renonce Ma question reste toujours sans réponse
Qui saura, qui saura, qui saura Qui saura me faire oublier dites-moi Ma seule raison de vivre Essayez de me le dire Qui saura, qui saura, oui qui saura
Qui saura, qui saura, qui saura Qui saura me faire revivre d'autres joies Je n'avais qu'elle sur terre et sans elle ma vie entière Je sais bien que le bonheur n'existe pas
Qui saura, qui saura, qui saura Qui saura me faire oublier dites-moi Ma seule raison de vivre essayez de me le dire Qui saura, qui saura, oui qui saura?
Girl Watcher Composer(s): Buck Trail; Wayne Pittman Performer(s): The O'Kaysions; and various other artists
Chorus:
I'm a girl watcher, I'm a girl watcher... Watchin' girls go by, hey, my my I'm a girl watcher, I'm a girl watcher... Here comes one now
I was just a boy when I threw away my toys And found a new pastime to dwell on Whenever I detects them there of the other sex I play the game I do so well on
(repeat chorus)
Mumble something tell my my, but you do look swell Could you please walk a little slower Wonder if you know that you're putting on a show Could you please walk a little closer
Take A Letter, Miss Smith Performer(s): Fran Warren & Tony Martin
Take a letter, Miss Smith Yes sir Youre typin better, Miss Smith You know best, sir A little closer, my dear But I can hear you from here Back to business, Miss Smith Yes sir
Just write My dear Mr. Brown Got it Say, whats his address in town? I forgot it Why, thats a lovely perfume They call it two in a room Er, back to business, Miss Smith Yes sir
Dear Mr. Brown, in regard to that stock Gee, Miss Smith, youre awfully pretty Dear Mr. Brown, in regard to that stock Hey boss, you can call me Smitty Youre getting thinner, Miss Smith Yes sir You need some dinner, Miss Smith You know best, sir Ill pick you up about eight I promise not to be late And well leave the rest to fate Yes sir
Well, good morning, Miss Smith Hi boss Whyre you yawning, Miss Smith? You know why, boss The clock struck one at your door You hung around until four Back to business, Miss Smith Er, yes sir
Now, just write, er My dear Mr. Brown Right boss We really covered the town What a night, boss! I liked that wonderful show I liked the very last row Ahem, er, back to business Er, yes boss
Now write this: Dear Mr. Brown, in regard to that stock Smitty, your eyes are gleaming Dear Mr. Brown, in regard to that stock Gee, boss, I was only dreaming
Getting tired, Miss Smith? Oh, yes sir Well, youre fired, Miss Smith You know best, sir But I would like to know why Were getting married, you and I Tell me, what is your reply? Yes sir Do I need book and pencil, too? All Ill ever need is you You have taken your very last letter, Miss Smith Yes sir!
Morningside Composer(s): Neil Diamond Performer(s): Neil Diamond; Marcus Dagan; Dennis Pavao
Morningside, the old man died And no one cried, they simply turned away And when he died He left a table filled with nails and pride And with his hands he carved these words inside "For my children"
Morning light, morning bright I spent the night with dreams that make you weep Morning time Wash away the sadness from these eyes of mine For I recall the words an old man signed "For my children"
And the legs were shaped with his hands And the table made with oaken wood And the children that sat around this table Touched it with their laughter, and that was good
Morningside, the old man died And no one cried, he surely died alone And truth is sad For not a child would claim the gift he had The words he carved became his epitaph...... "For my children"
Girl Talk French Title: Dansez Sur Moi - 1973 Composer(s): Neal Hefti; Bobby Troup First release by: Julie London & The Gerald Wilson Big Band - 1965 Covered by multiple other artists
They like to chat about the dresses they will wear tonight They chew the fat about their tresses and the neighbours' fight Inconsequential things that men don't really care to know Become essential things that women find so apropos But that's a dame They're all the same It's just a game They call it girl talk, girl talk They all me-ouw about the ups and downs of all their friends The who, the how, the why, they dish the dirt, it never ends The weaker sex, the speaker sex, we mortal males behold But though we joke, we wouldn't trade you for a ton of gold So baby stay, and gab away But hear me say That after girl talk Talk to me But that's a dame They're all the same It's just a game They call it girl talk, girl talk So baby stay, and gab away But hear me say That after girl talk Talk to me
Take A Letter Maria ((French Version: Envoie La Lettre Maria (Eddy Mitchell) - 1969)) Composer(s): R.B. Greaves First release by: R.B. Greaves - 1969 Covered by multiple other artists
Last night as I got home about a half past ten There was the woman I thought I knew In the arms of another man I kept my cool, I ain't no fool Let me tell you what happened then I packed some clothes and I walked out And I ain't going back again
So take a letter Maria, address it to my wife Say I won't be coming home, gonna start a new life So take a letter Maria, address it to my wife Send a copy to my lawyer, gotta start a new life
You've been many things but most of all a good secretary to me And it's times like this I feel you've always been close to me Was I wrong to work nights to try to build a good lif All work and no play has just cost me a wife
So take a letter Maria, address it to my wife Say I won't be coming home, gonna start a new life So take a letter Maria, address it to my wife Send a copy to my lawyer, gotta start a new life
When a man loves a woman it's hard to understand That she would find more pleasure in the arms of another man I never really noticed how sweet you are to me It just so happens I'm free tonight Would you like to have dinner with me
So take a letter Maria, address it to my wife Say I won't be coming home, gonna start a new life So take a letter Maria, address it to my wife Send a copy to my lawyer, gotta start a new life
So take a letter Maria, address it to my wife Send a copy to my lawyer, gotta start a new life
