Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Mr. Snow (aka When I Marry Mr. Snow) Composer(s): Richard Rodgers; Oscar Hammerstein II Performer(s): Barbara Ruick & Shirley Jones and various other artists
Carrie: Julie, I've been bustin' to tell you somethin' lately
Julie: You have?
Carrie: The reason I didn't care to tell you before is 'cause you didn't have a fella of your own Hmm hmm... But now that you got one, I can tell you about mine!
Julie: I'm glad you gotta fella, Carrie!
Carrie: His name is Mister Snow And an upstandin' man is he He comes home ev'ry night in his round-bottomed boat With a net full of herring from the sea
An almost perfect beau As refined as a girl could wish But he spends so much time in his round-bottomed boat That he can't seem to lose the smell of fish
The fust time he kissed me, the whiff from his clo'es Knocked me flat on the floor of the room But now that I love him, my heart's in my nose And fish is my fav'rite perfume
Last night he spoke quite low And a fair-spoken man is he And he said, "Miss Pipperidge, I'd like it fine If I could be wed with a wife And, indeed, Miss Pipperidge, if you'll be mine I'll be yours fer the rest of my life"
Next moment we were promised And now my mind's in a maze Fer all I ken do is look forward to That wonderful day of days...
When I marry Mister Snow The flowers'll be buzzin' with the hum of bees The birds'll make racket in the churchyard trees When I marry Mister Snow
Then it's off to home we'll go And both of us'll look a little dreamy-eyed A drivin' to a cottage by the oceanside Where the salty breezes blow
He'll carry me 'cross the threshold And I'll be as meek as a lamb Then he'll set me on my feet And I'll say kinda sweet, "Well, Mister Snow, here I am!"
Then I'll kiss him so he'll know That evry'thin'll be as right as right ken be A-livin' in a cottage by the sea with me For I love that Mister Snow
That young seafarin', Bold and darin', Big bewhiskered, overbearin' Darling, Mister Snow!
Reprise:
Girls: When you walk down the isle all the heads will turn What a rustlin' of bonnets there'll be And you'll try to smile, but your cheeks will burn And your eyes'll get so dim you can hardly see
With your orange blossoms quiverin' in your hand And you'll stumble to the spot where the parson is Then your finger will be ringed with a golden band And you'll know the feller's yours, and you are his
Carrie: When I marry Mister Snow The flowers'll be humming with the hum of bees The birds'll make a racket in the churchyard trees When I marry Mister Snow
Then it's off to home we'll go And both of us'll look a little dreamy-eyed A drivin' to a cottage by the oceanside Where the salty breezes blow
He'll carry me across the threshold And I'll be as meek as a lamb Then he'll set me on my feet And I'll say kind of sweet, "Well Mister Snow, here I am!"
Enoch Snow: Then I'll kiss her so she'll know That ev'rything'll be as right as right can be A livin' in a cottage by the sea with me Where the salty breezes blow
I love Miss Pipperidge And I aim to Make Miss Pipperidge Change her name to Missus Enoch Snow
Go Fly A Kite Composer(s): Johnny Burke; James V. Monaco Performer(s): Bing Crosby; and various other artists
Go fly a kite and tie your troubles to the tail They'll be blown away by a merry gale Go fly a kite and toss your worries to the wind And they won't come back, they'll be too chagrined Go on make friends with the sky Have a talk with the sun It's the bright way to live, if you'll pardon the pun Go fly a kite and you'll imagine you're a king 'Cause you've got your world on a piece of string
Mr. Skin Composer(s): Jay Ferguson Originally performed by: Spirit
I raise my head in a touchy situation (Mr. Skin you know where you've been) Yes, I make my bed in the heart of the nation (Mr. Skin you know where you've been) I know it's a trait of human love to make all the people holler Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Send them looking out for their woman send them reaching out for their dollar Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na A, Hey, hey
Oh, I'm rolling flowing through the whole population (Mr. Skin you know where you've been) Oh, The high and the low born are my friends and relations (Mr. Skin you know where you've been) I can bring you pain I can bring you sudden pleasure Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Your life will only gain if your loves final measure Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Ah Mr. Mr. Skin, you know where you've been Ah Mr. Mr. Skin, you know where you've been Ah Mr. Mr. Skin, you know where you've been (Repeat)
Guided Missiles Composer(s): Alfred Gaitwood; Dootsie Williams Performer(s): The Cuff Links; and various other artists
Guided Missiles Guided Missiles
Guided missiles Aimed at my heart Bound to destroy me Tear me apart
Guided missiles None of them true Now, I know The enemy, is you
Guided missiles Bound to explode Destroying my heart Is your goal You have succeeded In making me blue Now, I know The enemy, is you
You weaken my defenses With your tender kisses You knew, when you loved me I never would resist Now, you got me I hope you guess Trust me, you are My only sense But the same guided missile Will get you in the end
You weaken my defenses With your tender kisses You knew when you love me I never would resist
Now you've got me I hope you win Trust me, you are My only sense But the same guided missile Will get you in the end
Un Año De Amor ((Adapted from: C'est Irréparable (Nino Ferrer) - 1963)) ((Italian Version: Un Anno D'amore (Mina) - 1965)) Composer(s): Nino Ferrer - Gaby Verlor - Pedro Almodóvar Performer(s): Mina & Diego el Cigala - 2007
Lo nuestro se acabó Y te arrepentirás de haberle puesto fin A un año de amor Si ahora tó te vas Pronto descubrirás Que los días son eternos y vacíos sin mí Y de noche, y de noche Por no sentirte solo Recordarás, nuestros días felices Recordarás, el sabor de mis besos Y entenderás, en un solo momento Qué significa Un año de amor
Te has parado a pensar Lo que sucederá Todo lo que perdemos Y lo que sufrirás Si ahora tú te vas No recuperarás Los momentos felices que te hice vivir Y de noche, y de noche Por no sentirte solo Recordarás, nuestros días felices Recordarás, el sabor de mis besos Y entenderás, en un solo momento Qué significa Un año de amor Y entenderás en un solo momento Qué significa Un año de amor
Mr. Sandman Composer(s): Pat Ballard Performer(s): The Chordettes Covered by various other artists
Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream (bung, bung, bung, bung) Make him the cutest that I've ever seen (bung, bung, bung, bung) Give him two lips like roses and clover (bung, bung, bung, bung) Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over Sandman, I'm so alone Don't have nobody to call my own Please turn on your magic beam Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream
"bung, bung, bung, bung"
Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream Make him the cutest that I've ever seen Give him the word that I'm not a rover Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over Sandman, I'm so alone Don't have nobody to call my own Please turn on your magic beam Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream
"bung, bung, bung, bung"
Mr. Sandman (male voice: "Yesss?") bring us a dream Give him a pair of eyes with a "come-hither" gleam Give him a lonely heart like Pagliacci And lots of wavy hair like Liberace Mr Sandman, someone to hold (someone to hold) Would be so peachy before we're too old So please turn on your magic beam Mr Sandman, bring us, please, please, please Mr Sandman, bring us a dream
Go Down Gamblin' Composer(s): David Clayton-Thomas Performer(s): Blood, Sweat & Tears
Born a natural loser -- can't recall just where Raised on brew and poker and a dollar here and there Blackjack hand, dealer man, you better pay off that last bet Two-bit hand, a 21 is all I ever get
Go down gamblin', say it when you're runnin' low Go down gamblin' -- you may never have to go
Down in a crap game, I've been losin' at roulette Cards are bound to break me, but I ain't busted yet 'Cause I've been called a natural lover by that lady over there Honey, I'm just a natural gambler but I try to do my share
Tamp 'Em Up Solid (Traditional) First release by: Ry Cooder - 1974 Covered by multiple other artists
Tamp 'em up solid, so they won't come down Tamp 'em up solid, buddy, so they won't come down Tamp 'em up solid, so they won't come down Tamp 'em up solid, buddy, so they won't come down
Baby, when you marry your railroad man Every day'll be pay day, dollar bill in your hand Baby, in your hand, baby, in your hand Baby, in your hand, baby, in your hand
Mary and the baby laying in the bed Thinking about the money that I ain't made
So tamp 'em up solid so they won't come down Tamp 'em up solid, buddy, so they won't come down
Captain called the water boy and the water boy laughed Captain kicked the water boy yelling, "Yes, yes, yes"
So tamp 'em up solid, so they won't come down Tamp 'em up solid, buddy, so they won't come down And you can do it, and you can do it, and you can do it So they won't come down
Mr. Roboto Composer(s): Dennis DeYoung Originally performed by: Styx
Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto Mata ah-oo hima de Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto Himitsu wo shiri tai (*) You're wondering who I am-machine or mannequin With parts made in Japan, I am the modren man I've got a secret I've been hiding under my skin My heart is human, my blood is boiling, my brain I.B.M. So if you see me acting strangely, don't be surprised I'm just a man who needed someone, and somewhere to hide To keep me alive-just keep me alive Somewhere to hide to keep me alive I'm not a robot without emotions-I'm not what you see I've come to help you with your problems, so we can be free I'm not a hero, I'm not a saviour, forget what you know I'm just a man whose circumstances went beyond his control Beyond my control-we all need control I need control-we all need control I am the modren man, who hides behind a mask So no one else can see my true identity Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto, domo...domo Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto, domo...domo Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto, domo...domo Thank you very much, Mr. Roboto For doing the jobs that nobody wants to And thank you very much, Mr. Roboto For helping me escape just when I needed to Thank you-thank you, thank you I want to thank you, please, thank you The problem's plain to see: too much technology Machines to save our lives Machines dehumanize The time has come at last To throw away this mask So everyone can see My true identity... I'm Kilroy! Kilroy! Kilroy! Kilroy! (*) 'Thank you very much, Mr. Robot' 'Till the day we'll see next time' 'Thank you very much, Mr. Robot' 'I want to know your secret
Go Chase A Moonbeam Composer(s): Lee Pockriss; Paul Vance Performer(s): Jerry Vale
I was feeling so alone today Watching lovers as they passed my way I could almost feel the love in the air And I thought is it there for me Then a friendly little butterfly Flew around me 'til he caught my eye He was careful so that no one could hear As he whispered in my ear
Go chase a moonbeam across a meadow And wrap a rainbow around your heart Then find a bluebird to sing a love song And Mother Nature will do her part
So I listened to the butterfly And when I gave his advice a try Why, it wasn't very long 'til I found
There was love all around for me Now if you are all alone some day Watching happy lovers pass your way Just remember what he told me to do And the same thing applies to you
Go chase a moonbeam across a meadow And wrap a rainbow around your heart Then find a bluebird to sing a love song And Mother Nature will do her part And Mother Nature will do her part
Tamo E Tamero Composer(s): Claude Barzotti Performer(s): Claude Barzotti
J'ai tout essayé pour te plaire Les fleurs l'humour et la tendresse Contre nature en colère, j't'ai fait l'amour a la française Et ma dernière chance avec toi C'est une chanson italienne, pour que tu tombes dans mes bras Une chanson napolitaine
Tamo e tamero o per la vita, con la mente Tamo e tamero écoute l'Italie, ecout' et puis oublie Tamo e tamero le coup de la romance c'est ma dernière chance Tamo e tamero écoute l'italien, écoute et ne dit rien Dans ma voix de brouillard y a un curieux pouvoirs Tamo e tamero o
Non il n'est pas prêt de mourir Le vieux mithe de Roméo De l'italien qui sait séduire avec d'la musique et les mots Je ne joue plus infinita, tu me préfère an al capone En séducteur em mafioso, écoute je t'emmène a Veronne
Je te le dit a l'italienne coté jardin coté court C'est moi qui fait la mise en scène, c'est moi qui invente l'amour C'est drôle que ça ne se fait plus, et qu'il faut vivre avec son temps Mais tu sais bien que l'italien, chante depuis la nuit des temps
Tamo e tamero o per la vita, con la mente Tamo e tamero écoute l'Italie, ecout' et puis oublie Tamo e tamero le goût de la romance c'est ma dernière chance Tamo e tamero écoute l'italien, écoute et ne dit rien Dans ma voix de brouillard y a un curieux pouvoirs Tamo e tamero o Tamo e tamero o Tamo e tamero o Tamo e tamero o
Mr. Radio Man Composer(s): Cliff Friend; Ira Schuster; John White Performer(s): Al Jolson
Little broken hearted Sammy Sitting on his Daddy's knee Listening to the radio But his heart is breaking so Seems the angels took his Mammy Any wonder why he cries When his Daddy fell asleep Little Sammy boy would creep To the radio and cry...
Mr. Radio Man Tell my Mammy to come back home Won't you do what you can `Cos I'm so lonely
I've been listening here every day Since she went away But no word from Heaven's been heard Can't the angels hear me pray
When the sandman is nigh And to slumberland I must go I know she hears me sigh Over my radio
When the reason I'm crying And sighing, I'm all alone Mr. Radio Man Tell my mammy to come back home
Mr. Radio Man Tell my Mammy, my Mammy to come back home Won't you do won't you do what you can Oooh! I'm so lonely
I've been listening in every day Ever since she went away But not a word from Heaven have I heard Can't the angels hear me pray
When the sandman is nigh And to slumberland I must go I know she must hear me sigh Over my radio
Oh, and the reason I'm, I'm sighing And I'm crying, I'm so alone Mr. Radio Man, please Please tell my Mammy to come back home
Go Away, Mister Crocodile! Composer(s): C.W. Murphy; D. Lipton
At the break of day, as the sun's bright ray Shone upon the River Nile From the waters deep there began to creep Such a great, big crocodile And there on the banks a baby c**n played And she wished to play alone So she frowned on the crocodile, and shouted In quite an angry tone, "Go away! Go away!"
"Go away, Mister Crocodile! Don't you wag your tail with glee Run and play, Mister Crocodile Kase you ain't gwine to play with me Go away, Mister Crocodile! I could watch you cry all day 'Kase I know that tear ain't a bit sincere Mister Crocodile, go away! Go away!"
Said the crocodile with a knowing smile "I have waited days for you, As on you I gaze, there's something says You'd be tender, if not true I love you so much that I could eat you, How I wish that we were one!" But she climbed to the branches of a palm tree And thus bade him begone, "Go away! Go away!"
"Go away, Mister Crocodile! Don't you wag your tail with glee Run and play, Mister Crocodile Kase you ain't gwine to play with me Go away, Mister Crocodile! I could watch you cry all day 'Kase I know that tear ain't a bit sincere Mister Crocodile, go away! Go away!"
Tammy Composer(s): Jay Livingston - Ray Evans First release by: Debbie Reynolds - 1957 Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1957 - Tammy (Danish Version) (Birthe Wilke) 1978 - Timmy (Mieke)
I hear the cottonwoods whispering above Tammy! Tammy! Tammy's in love! The old hootie owl hootie-hoo's to the dove Tammy! Tammy! Tammy's in love! Does my darling feel what I feel When he comes near? My heart beats so joyfully you'd think that he could hear! Wish I knew if he knew what I'm dreaming of! Tammy! Tammy! Tammy's in love!
Whippoorwill, whippoorwill, you and I know Tammy! Tammy! Can't let him go! The breeze from the bayou keeps murmuring low Tammy! Tammy! You love him so! When the night is warm, soft and warm I long for his charms! I'd sing like a violin if I were in his arms Wish I knew if he knew what I'm dreaming of! Tammy, Tammy, Tammy's in love!
Mr. Punchy Composer(s): Joey Ramone Performer(s): Joey Ramone
I'm Mr. Punchy I'm Mr. Punchy I'm Mr. Punchy I'm Mr. Punchy
He must be screwed up What did he do? He must be screwed up What did he say? He must be screwed up Is he on glue? He must be screwed up Hey hey hey! La la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la
Go Away Little Girl Composer(s): Gerry Goffin; Carole King Performer(s): Steve Lawrence; and various other artists
Won't you go away (little girl) Wish you wouldn't stay (little girl) Won't you go away (little girl) Wooo ooo go away.
Go away little girl Go away little girl I'm not supposed to be alone with you Oh yes I know that your lips are sweet But our lips must never meet I belong to somebody else and I must be true
Please go away little girl Go away little girl It's hurting me more each minute that you delay When you are near me like this You're much too hard to resist So go away little girl before I beg you to stay
Won't you go away (little girl) Wish you wouldn't stay (little girl) Won't you go away (little girl) Wooo ooo go away
Go away little girl Go away little girl It's hurting me more each minute that you delay When you are near me like this You're much too hard to resist So go away little girl Call it a day little girl Please go away little girl before I beg you to stay
Won't you go away (little girl) Wish you wouldn't stay (little girl) Won't you go away (little girl) Please go away
Ognuno ha il suo tamburo un solo ritmo un canto della comune solitudine che noi mettemmo insieme a starci un poco accanto su questa via dell'abitudine
il tempo vince sempre il tempo lui soltanto si muove e noi restiamo immobili finché ci porta un suono atteso chissà quanto e ci promettiamo indivisibili
alberi che sfilano come persone care fantasmi della strada devi prendere o lasciare si comunque vada non come volevi battono i tamburi battono più lontani e' giusto così non chiesi mai qualcuno che comprasse la mia infelicità (tam tam tam) non piansi mai davanti alla tristezza ma versi l'onestà (tam tam tam)
dimmelo anche tu che il tempo non ci ha sconosciuto male e bene mio che dopo ti hanno amato meglio si ma non di più di tutto il poco che ho potuto io
vieni padre mio usciamo a fare un giro e guida tu e guarda avanti e non parliamo più albero padre con un ramo solo
e come tutto torna e come tutto passa le cose cambiano per vivere e vivono per cambiare il mare s'alza e abbassa
ed ogni giorno siamo dietro ad una cassa a dare il resto e poi sorridere un ballo senza fiato se la banda passa e finché non smetti di rincorrere
le storie muoiono quando c'e' più paura di perdersi che voglia di tenersi e com'e' dura quella soglia e come siamo noi i diversi cambiano le scene cambiano le battute e anche i battuti io non potrò incontrarvi in nessun luogo in nessun'altra età (tam tam tam) fermar l'urgenza del mio cuore il cuore di un uomo a metà (tam tam tam)
pensa amore mio che t'insegnai mille altri cieli e non seppi mai soffiarti il vento sulle ali aspettai un addio e il giorno di lasciarmi ti lasciai
credi figlio mio mi mancano i tuoi baci che non ho e sono i soli baci che io so piccolo figlio
e tu compagno dalle orecchie a punta io ti parlai di me come a un fratello a cui ci si racconta io non ne avevo e allora presi te e quella tua sgomenta e nostra malattia di vivere
giura amico mio che glielo metteremo ancora lì a questa vita che va via così senza aspettarci
Mr. President (Have Pity On The Working Man) Composer(s): Randy Newman Performer(s): Randy Newman; Saint Paul & His Coalition of the Willing
We've taken all you've given It's getting hard to make a living Mister President, have pity on the working man
We ain't asking you to love us You may place yourself high above us Mister President, have pity on the working man
I know it may sound funny But people ev'rywhere running out of money We just cant make it by ourself
It is cold and the wind is blowing We need something to keep us going Mister President have pity on the working man
Maybe you're cheap Maybe you're blind Maybe you have lost your mind Maybe you only think about yourself
Too late to run, too late to cry now The time has come to say goodbye now Mister President, have pity on the working man Mister President, have pity on the working man