Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Take Me For What I'm Worth Composer(s): P.F. Sloan Performer(s): The Searchers; Mike Pender; P.F. Sloan
Don't try and understand me, you never could do that Ah, and in the end you'd wind up being hurt I'm a man with too many problems that keep pounding on my brain
So if you want me you'll take me for what I'm worth (if you want me you'll take me for what I'm worth)
I don't pretend to be a saint, my sins they are many But there's no-one perfect in this universe And though you think I'm weird, don't try and change me dear
'cause if you want me you'll take me for what I'm worth (if you want me you'll take me for what I'm worth)
Hear a howling wind outside my door, there's restlessness within Oh, I'm like a raincloud that one day may burst We both know I'll be leavin' and if one little tear you grieve
Ah, it's all right 'cause that's all I'm really worth (it's all right 'cause that's all I'm really worth)
And if you think about me in your lonesome hours Ah, and on your lips there's a sweet word and not a curse Ah, then I'll be comin' back one day when my wandering is over
Ah, if you want me you'll take me for what I'm worth (if you want me you'll take me for what I'm worth) Ah, if you want me you'll take me for what I'm worth (if you want me you'll take me for what I'm worth)
Sie Kann Nimmermehr English Title: Mother's Little Helper Performer(s): Peter Schleicher (Originally performed by: The Rolling Stones)
Ach, die Kinder san heut bös sagt die Muter ganz nervös Ich brauch dringend meine Ruah, i bin am End Und sie bild' si des nur ein doch sie find gar nix dabei Nimmt a Pulver oder zwa Die Befreiung, sie ist da S'Leben ist schön seufzt sie entzückt wie mir die Erzieuhng glückt
Ach, die Zeiten san heut bös sagt die Mutter ganz nervös Dieses Kochen bringt mi um und macht mi krank Ich koch nur mehr Tiefkühlkost damit die Kraft mich nicht verlasst Nimmt a Pulver oder zwa die Befreiung, sie ist da S'Leben is schön seufzt sie entzückt Das Menü ist mir geglückt
Ach, bitte sehr, i brauch noch mehr und vor der Tür, da nimmt's gleich vier S'Leben is schwer, sie kann nimmermehr
Ach, die Männer san so bös sagt die Mutter ganz nervös Und es stört sie, wenn ma müd is und k.o. Niemals kriegn die Männer gnua Doch sie holt sich ihre Ruah nimmt a Pulver oder zwa die Befreiung, sie ist da S'Leben is schön seufzt sie entzückt wenn ihr Mann sie nachts beglückt
Ach bitte sehr, ....
Ach das Leben is so bös sagt die Mutter ganz nervös Ich will glücklich sein, doch keiner sagt ma wie Sie schluckt alles was sie hat doch dann wird ihr sterbensmatt und ka Pulverl is mehr da und sie fühlt sich gar nicht froh Jetzt is aus denkt sie Oh Gott! Und dann is die Mutter tot
Take Me For A Little While Composer(s): Trade Martin First recording/First release by: Evie Sands - 1965/Jackie Ross - 1965 Covered by multiple other artists
I've been trying to make you love me But everything I try just takes you further from me You don't love me no no So you treat me cruel But no matter how you hurt me I'll always be a fool If you don't want me forever If you don't need me forever And if you don't love me forever Take me for a little while I've got to make you love me For a little while I've just got to make you want me I've got to stop it
There should be a law And no maatter how you put me down I love you more I feel so helpless And it ain't funny Cause deep down inside I know You're never gonna love me If you don't want me forever If you don't need me forever If you can't love me forever Take me for a little while I'm gonna make you love me For a llittle while I've got to make you want me Take me for a little while, baby Can't you see it's gonna be me Take me for a little while Take me for a little while I'm gonna tell you how I need you Tell me how I want you Take me for a little while
Mother's Little Helper German Title: Sie Kann Nimmermehr Composer(s): Mick Jagger; Keith Richards Originally performed by: The Rolling Stones Covered by various other artists
What a drag it is getting old "Kids are different today" I hear ev'ry mother say Mother needs something today to calm her down And though she's not really ill There's a little yellow pill She goes running for the shelter of a mother's little helper And it helps her on her way, gets her through her busy day
"Things are different today" I hear ev'ry mother say Cooking fresh food for a husband's just a drag So she buys an instant cake and she burns her frozen steak And goes running for the shelter of a mother's little helper And two help her on her way, get her through her busy day
Doctor please, some more of these Outside the door, she took four more What a drag it is getting old
"Men just aren't the same today" I hear ev'ry mother say They just don't appreciate that you get tired They're so hard to satisfy, You can tranquilize your mind So go running for the shelter of a mother's little helper And four help you through the night, help to minimize your plight
Doctor please, some more of these Outside the door, she took four more What a drag it is getting old
"Life's just much too hard today" I hear ev'ry mother say The pusuit of happiness just seems a bore And if you take more of those, you will get an overdose No more running for the shelter of a mother's little helper They just helped you on your way, through your busy dying day
Gitchy Goomy Composer(s): Neil Diamond Performer(s): Neil Diamond
Gitchy Goomy, gitchy gaddy sit you laddie down on your daddy's knee And ain't it a nice place to be? Goggin noggin, papa's rockin' like a mockin' bird in a windy tree and that ain't no place for me Been there one time, been there two times been there three times more than I care to be But we're gonna make it through, Gitchy Goomy
Life is good, life is fine, life is warm life is kind, can you see it? Love is great, love is right keeps you warm late at night when you need it Baby boy, daddy's joy, life's a toy but you don't wanna break it Like a sweet symphony, all you need is the key, you can play it
Gitchy Goomy, gitchy gaddy, sit you laddie down while I have my say Now don't be runnin' away Goggin Noggin, papa's talkin' don't go walkin' off like you mean to play Well, you can have it your way Been there one time, been there two times been there three times more than I care to say But you're gonna be O.K. Gitchy Goomy
Life is good, life is fine, life is warm life is kind, can you see it? Love is great, love is right keeps you warm late at night when you need it Baby boy, daddy's joy, life's a toy but you don't wanna break it Like a sweet symphony, all you need is the key, you can play it
Been there one time, been there two times been there three times more than I care to be Seen it one time, seen it two times Seen it three times, Lord 'n' it's plain to see Ah, you gonna make it through Gitchy Goomy You 'n' me gonna make it through Gitchy Goomy Ah, you gonna make it through Gitchy Goomy
Take Me For A Buggy Ride Performer(s): Bessie Smith
You're my man, you're so nice and brown, sweetest man in this town I heard you say you was goin' away, and leave me here to stay I feel like I could cry, and here's the reason why Daddy, you really knows your stuff when you take me for a buggy ride I like you when you got your habits on, you can shift your gear with so much pride I gets a funny feelin' when you gaze into my eyes You give me so much thrill, you make my thermometer rise I'm happy when you're by my side when you take me for a buggy ride Daddy, you're as sweet as you can be when you take me for a buggy ride When you set me down up on your knee, and ask me to be your bride When you hug and kiss me it makes me feel fine I gets this funny feelin' up and down my spine You don't need no teachin', you don't need no guide when you take me for a buggy ride Your lovin' ain't so forte in the park but you a lovin', poor creature in the dark You ain't so hot! What can it be that makes me say? "daddy, take all of me" You always ready ev'ry time that I call What I like about you, you never stall You ain't no preacher, you a good old soul You done sent salvation to my very soul I can't kick but I'm satisfied when you take me for a buggy ride
Got no time for foolin' with you baby Your stupid game is about to end You played it out Thought you had it made And it looks like someone passed you by again
I left her standin' in her corner She told me she was tryin' to find her way I've got to leave before I get much older 'Cause she ain't moved in nearly forty days
I've got a woman that's treatin' me better She takes her time and she ain't so cruel I've got someone to take you over Your mother ain't so bad What happened to you?
Gitarzan Composer(s): Ray Stevens; Bill Everette Performer(s): Ray Stevens; Cledus T. Judd; Ralph's World
He's free as the breeze, he's always at ease He lives in the jungle and hangs by his knees As he swings through the trees without a trapeze In his B.V.D.'s
He's got a union card and he's practicing hard To play the guitar Gonna be a big star, yeah, he's gonna go far And carry moon beams home in a jar
He ordered Chet's Guitar course C.O.D. Makes "A" and "E" and he's working on "B" Digs "C" and "W" and "R" and "B" And me and the chimpanzee agree that one day soon he will be a celebrity
Chorus: Git it, git it, git it, git it...Ow! Gitarzan, he's a guitar man He's all you can stand Give him a hand, Gitarzan Ahhh (Jungle Yell), Ahhh, Ahhh
He's got a girl named Jane with no last name Kinda homely and plain but he loves her just the same Cuz she kindles a flame and it drives him insane When he hears her sing, she really does her thing It's her claim to fame, come on, sing one Jane
Baby, baby Ow, baby, baby (scat) Baby, baby
Well, they got a pet monkey He likes to get drunky And sing boogie woogie and it sounds real funky Come on, your time boy, sing one monkey
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Let's hear it for the monkey
On saturday night they need some excitement Jane gets right and the monkey gets tight And their voices unite in the pale moonlight And it sounds all right, yeah, it's dynamite, it's out of sight Let's hear it right.....now
(Take Me Back To My) Boots And Saddle Composer(s): Teddy Powell - Walter Samuels - Leonard Whitcup Performer(s): Tommy Dorsey & His Orch. and multiple other artists
Take me back to my boots and saddle Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Let me see that gen'ral store Let me ride that range once more Give me my boots and saddle Let me ramble along the prairie Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Ropin' steers on old "Bar X" With my buddies, Slim and Tex Give me my boots and saddle Got a hankerin' to be with a banjo on my knee Strummin' a pretty western tune There's a gal in Cherokee And she's waitin' there for me Waitin' beneath a Texas moon So take me back to my boots and saddle Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Let me greet each blazin' morn On the ranch where I was born Give me my boots and saddle Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Mother's Bible Composer(s): Don Reno Performer(s): Crowe Brothers and various other artists
There's a book that Mother left me That grows sweeter every day I have often read the pages Since my Mother passed away When but just a baby boy I would sit upon her knee Mother looked just like an angel When she read this book to me
Mother's bible, oh, how dear With the covers worn and old Mother's bible, much more sweeter Worth much more to me than gold And she told me, yes she told me Just before she went to sleep If I read it and believed it Jesus then my soul would keep
Now my Mother's gone to heaven And sometimes I feel so sad Then I go get Mother's bible That she left for me and Dad Through the years there may be changes But one change there'll never be It's that old and faded bible That my Mother left for me
Mother's bible, oh, how dear With the covers worn and old Mother's bible, much more sweeter Worth much more to me than gold And she told me, yes she told me Just before she went to sleep If I read it and believed it Jesus then my soul would keep
Gitans Composer(s): Francis Cabrel Performer(s): Francis Cabrel
Quand t'es parti gitan Tu as laissé seulement Une voiture en morceaux T'as pris tes chaises de bambou Ta guitare de rien du tout T'as mis le vent sous ta peau T'as caressé les oiseaux, t'as caressé les oiseaux T'as mis des pierres sur le feu Les femmes aux longs cheveux Ont tout lavé dans des seaux Séché la linge sur les buissons Rentré les gosses dans les camions Sur les paniers de roseaux Et caressé les oiseaux, caressé les oiseaux Où allais-tu? À part les flaques de boue Et quelques traces de roues Tu n'as rien voulu laisser T'as mis ta fierté gitane Aux rideaux des caravanes Comme des drapeaux pliés T'as caressé les oiseaux, t'as caressé les oiseaux Où allais-tu? J'ai peur des lumières des villes Des grandes maisons immobiles Des jardins bâtis tout autour J'ai peur qu'on emmène d'office Au bout du fusil des milices Les enfants de notre amour Ils traitent nos filles de voleuses Du fond de leurs maisons peureuses Pleines de chiens de combat Ils attachent leurs volailles Ils surveillent leurs ferrailles On ne se ressemble pas... Y a des panneaux depuis Emplacement interdit Comme s'il y avait eu la peste T'as plus qu'à chercher ailleurs Des gens qui auront moins peur En espérant qu'il en reste Et caresser les oiseaux! Et caresser les oiseaux!
Take Me Back To Dear Old Ireland Composer(s): Morrison Performer(s): Cavan OConnor
Theres a spot called dear old Ireland that is always calling me An exile from my native land so far across the sea And every time I see a vessel waiting in the bay I feel I want to go aboard, and then I want to say
Take me back to dear old Ireland, anywhere at all The lakes of Connemara or the hills of Donegal When I get home no more Ill roam to any foreign strand Heres my fare, oh! Take me there to dear old Ireland
Sure its many years since I have seen that land so dear to me The scenes of happy childhood treasured in my memory The longing in my heart is growing stronger day by day To be once more on Irish soil, and that is why I say
Take me back to dear old Ireland, anywhere at all The lakes of Connemara or the hills of Donegal When I get home no more Ill roam to any foreign strand Heres my fare, oh! Take me there to dear old Ireland
Mother's A Redneck Too Composer(s): John Evans Performer(s): Roger Creager
Hey I'm a redneck Mother I must confess I wear tight blue jeans not a tie-dyed dress I got a tattoo of Texas on my chest; hey I'm a redneck mother a redneck at best I'm a redneck mother and my mother's a redneck too
I'm a redneck mother I must concede I wear a red and blue hat it reads "Lonestar Feed" I raised a cross bred chicken it goes "Quakity-cluck" I got a kicker bumper sticker on the back of my truck I'm a redneck mother and my mother's a redneck too
I can fish all night and sleep until noon, romance a case of beer under the Texas moon There's only one thing that will set me back and that's a long legged lady in a pink Cadillac
I'm a redneck mother I must reply I built a beer can fence nearly 10 foot high Yonder on my front porch, it's my guard dog Blue He's a Mississippi leg hound with some legging to do I'm a redneck mother and my mother's a redneck too
I can fish all night and sleep until noon, romance a case of beer under the Texas moon There's only one thing that will set me back and that's a long legged lady in a pink Cadillac
John why don't we head down to New Orleans? Could we try to find a bowl of them rice and red beans? Before we hit the road could you explain what this means? Sing it for me one more time
Hey I'm a redneck Mother I must confess I wear tight blue jeans not a tie-dyed dress I got a tattoo of Texas on my chest; hey I'm a redneck mother, a redneck at best I'm a redneck mother and my mother's a redneck too
Oh Lord you're a redneck mother and your mother's a redneck too
Gitanos En Caravana Composer(s): Quintero; León; Gordillo Performer(s): Raphael
Gitanos por la carretera Que fatigan tienen que pena me dan Errantes sin saber si quiera Ni de donde vienen ni pa donde van
Gitanos en caravana Gitano muerto de sed Ni piedad samaritana Ni pozo donde beber
Cantando por el mundo entero Con la voz morena del rey faraon Lunares, bronces y panderos Y un rosal de pena en el corazon
Ojos de tiniebla, piel aceitunada Cintura delgada de palma y jazmin Cruzan como sombras ya de madrugada Por una vereda que no tiene fin
La luna lunera les sale al encuentro Por montes y valles y orillas del mar Mientras se les clava corazon adentro Un cuchillo en copla que empieza a cantar
Mother-In-Law Composer(s): Allen Toussaint Originally performed by: Ernie K-Doe Covered by various other artists
Mother-in-law, mother-in-law Mother-in-law, mother-in-law The worst person I know Mother-in-law, mother-in-law She worries me so Mother-in-law, mother-in-law If she leave us alone We would have a happy home Sent from down below Mother-in-law, mother-in-law Mother-in-law, mother-in-law Sin should be her name Mother-in-law, mother-in-law To me they are about the same Mother-in-law, mother-in-law Everytime I open my mouth Then she tries to put me out How could she stoop so low Mother-in-law, mother-in-law Mother-in-law, mother-in-law I come home with my pay Mother-in-law, mother-in-law She ask me what I made Mother-in-law, mother-in-law She thinks her advice is a constitution If she would leave that should be the solution And don't come back no more My mother-in-law, mother-in-law..
Gitano Composer(s): M. Gómez Vao; R. Lizo Performer(s): Raphael
Cuando se pone alegre el sol Sobre los campos del trigal Por el camino van los gitanos Llevando como el caracol su casa a cuestas Y al azar van los gitanos todos los dias Ellos no saben del dolor Y en cada pena hay un cantar Y a gritos dicen sus alegrias
Cuando se pone alegre el sol Sobre los campos del trigal Por el camino van los gitanos Y al pasar se oye una voz Entonando esta cancion
Gitano soy Corro el mundo y no se donde voy Gitano soy Lo que gano lo gasto o lo doy No, no se llorar Ni en la vida deseo triunfar No tengo norte, no tengo guia Para mi todo es igual
