Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Tattle-Tale Duck Composer(s): Bob Merril Performer(s): Sammy Kaye
The tattle tale, tattle tale, tattle tale duck The tattle tale, tattle tale, tattle tale duck She'll tell on me, she'll tell on you And add a little to the story, too! The tattle tale, tattle tale quacketty quack She waggles in front and she wiggles in back Oh just look out, you're out of luck If you get caught by the tattle tale duck
the rooster just dropped in to "Joe's" To say "hello" to boys he knows But here is the story that came back According to old quack quack quack 'Twere sixteen blondes and ten brunettes The kind don't care how late it gets They danced all night and she'll insist She counted ev'ry blonde the rooster kissed
Now when the rooster did come in His hen picked up her rolling pin The duck had called her on the phone It almost wrecked their happy home So, if you steal a kiss or two The pigs won't squeal, the cow's won't moo There ain't a rooster's gonna cluck But please be careful of the tattle-tale duck
Musta Got Lost Composer(s): Seth Justman; Peter Wolf Performer(s): J. Geils Band
Hold on this song has a little introduction to it It's aint supposed to be sad though you might feel it that way It's a song about desperation Every now and then we do get desperate
This is a song about L-o-v-e and if you abuse it yer goin to lose it and if you lose it yer goin to abuse and if you abuse it you aint going to be able to choose it cuz you aint going to have it further on down the line and things aint going to be so fine and yer going to be sitting there on your little machine tryin to look and keep it clean and Youre going to be home playing bingo all night all alone and that's why your sittin there by the telephone and you know that she aint goin to call you!
So you put on the TV and you're watchin Johnny Carson segueing right into the Tomorrow show but that don't got the go so you turn it off ya turn on the radio the radio dont' seem to get the click so you say "Hey Man, I can't lickety split" You start to open up a little book and there's somethin there you got to overlook and you say "BABY, you know there's somethin on my mind! "You say "Baby there's somethin on my mind I know that you're home and I know you aint all alone!"
So you start walking over to her house and you get over to her house and you walk over to her door and you start poundin on her door and you say "Open up the door bitch! This is the wooba gooba with the green teeth, let me in!!"
Well, she opens up the door and then you just kinda walk up to her and say "Baby", (say Baby!) you look up way up at her green mascara and you say "Oh my darling you know her and me was at the party as friends do not believe what they say that's only gossip that they tellin ya a wise crack of lies!" You say Darling!!!
Take your big curls and squeeze them down Rotumba What's the name of the chick with the long hair? (Rapunzle!) Hey Rapunzle! Hey Raputa! Raputa the Buta! Hey Raputa the Buta flip me down your hair let me climb up to the ladder of your love!! Because this is the wooba gooba sayin to ya "Love comes once and when it comes you better grab it fast cuz sometimes the love you grab aint going to last and I believe I musta You know I think I musta You know baby I think I musta You know I think I musta I musta got lost!!!!!!!
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Never thought about tomorrow Seemed like a long time to come How could I be so blind, baby Not to see you were the one
I let ya slip on from me baby I let ya walk on by Shoulda loved, you told me I refused to love, I let it die
Musta got lost, musta got lost, musta got lost Somewhere down the line Musta got lost, musta got lost Give away the day you were mine
Don't know why I let you leave me Honey I dont know See its hard to see lovin' comin baby But I have a way to see it go
Musta got lost, musta got lost, musta got lost Somewhere down the line Musta got lost, I got lost Give away the day you were mine
Love can be a sweet thing girl I just don't understand made a game outta lovin' you now I hold a loose hand
Musta got lost, musta got lost, musta got lost Somewhere down the line Musta got lost, I got lost girl Give away the day you were mine
I just don't understand it I just don't understand it I just don't understand it
And I musta got lost, musta got lost, musta got lost Somewhere down the line, hey Musta got lost, baby, I got lost girl Give away the day you were mine
Musta got lost, I got lost, musta got lost somewhere down the line Musta got lost, I got lost girl Give away the day you were mine
Cmon Oh, I got lost, double-crossed Your lovin', give it to me all night long
I said your love got me higher than I ever been lifted before
I said your love got me higher than I ever been lifted before
Tattletale Composer(s): Bob Schaefer - Irving Rose - Jack Lawrence
You're a tattletale You keep rushing to and fro Babbling like a radio Telling everything you know When you're supposed to keep it in ya You spread it from Virginia to Seattle Tattletale You're a tattletale I should hide you on a shelf You're a mischief-making elf Even tattle on yourself Altho' I tell you many secrets They aren't any secrets when you prattle Tattletale It wouldn't matter that you chatter And you get in my hair If you'd get into my arms Blabber, blabber, jibber, jabber, what do I care About who married who, if it isn't me and you! But you're lovable I'm completely mad about And what dreams I've had about you You little gadabout Why don't you shout it from a steeple And tell a million people That I love you, tattletale
Mussolini's Letter To Hitler Composer(s): Carson J. Robison Performer(s): Carson Robison
Dear Hitler: I wrote you a letter And I used the new address you sent But Moscow returned it this morning With a word written on it in red Its a word Ive been hearing quite often And I know just how much it hurts Youve heard it yourself from the British Dear Adolf, that word was Nerts! Im writing again for a favor Although I feel sure its no use But now that Japan is your fall guy Dear Adolf, oh please turn me loose!
Im longing so much for the old days When they greeted me with bravos And I like the old salute better Without their thumb to their nose Your Gestapo you sent here to help me Dont know what a big shot I am Please tell them their Bronx cheers annoy me And I dont like the way they say Scram! The last speech I made to my people I outlined your Russian idea And instead of the cheers I expected I heard someone snicker Oh yeah?
Last night I dreamed I saw Stalin And heres a suggestion he made Better tell your dear old friend Adolf To brush up on his wallpaper trade And the next time that you see Max Schmeling Heres something that he oughta know The Yankees have got a new weapon Thats known as Brown Bomber Joe Well Adolf, I better be closing So Heil Hitler! Heil Hitler! Heil! And please dont forget that old promise That youd give me the whole British Isles!
P.S. Dont think Im complaining But my wardrobe is looking quite sad Can you spare me an old suit of Goerings? Maybe it wont smell too bad
Golden Boy Composer(s): Claude Moine; Pierre Papadiamandis Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell
Écoutez-moi bien Voici la confession d'un homme de bien Comme quoi parti de pas grand chose On peut arriver à rien
J'téléphone, je n'faxe pas J'cherche pas mes mots, je n'écris pas J'ai perdu l'sens de la grammaire J'suis r'tourné à l'ère primaire Mes pensées sont banales Enrichissantes, certes, mais vénales "Golden Boy", j'suis dans les affaires J'côtoies les grands de cett' terre En amour là, j'suis mal J'dévalue, j'gagne pas à l'oral La bourse de Tokyo vers minuit 9 heures de New York, c'est 15 heures à Paris Ça m'laisse pas l'temps d't'aimer "Golden Boy" pas le temps de rêver C'qui est compatible dans la vie C'est qu'les gens qui s'aiment se r'trouvent dans le même lit Déjà p'tit, à l'école J'faisais dans l'traffic de chewing-gum Coco-boer et Tutti Frutti Contre un d'voir, j'gonflais les prix Tête dans l'ordinateur J'suis devenu myope boursicoteur Puis un "raider" m'a tout appris Tous sauf le sens de la vie "Golden Boy", ça fait désordre Les p'tits déjs, les repas d'affaires Délits d'initiés le midi O.P.A. le soir, cocktails l'après-midi Sortir tard les clients "Queen", "Bains Douches", les endrotis "chébrans" Surtout pour un couple, c'est l'enfer garanti. "Golden Boy", ça doit faire Les p'tits déjs, les repas d'affaires Délits d'initiés le midi O.P.A. le soir, cocktails l'après-midi Ça m'laisse pas l'temps d't'aimer "Golden Boy" pas le temps de rêver C'qui est compatible dans la vie C'est qu'les gens qui s'aiment se r'trouvent dans le même lit "Golden Boy", ça doit faire Les p'tits déjs, les repas d'affaires Délits d'initiés le midi O.P.A. le soir, cocktails l'après-midi Golden Boy Golden Boy
Tattler ((Adapted from: You Can't Stop A Tattler - Part 2 (Washington Phillips) - 1968)) Composer(s): Ry Cooder - Russ Titelman - Washington Phillips Performer(s): Ry Cooder - 1974 and multiple other artists
Whenever you find a man that loves every woman he sees There's always some kind of woman that's a-puttin' him up a tree Now that kind of man, he ain't got as much sense as a mule You know, everyone don't love you, they're just a-playin' you for a fool
Mmmm, oh, no It's not hard for you to understand True love can be such a sweet harmony If you do the best that you can
If you marry the wrong kind of woman and you get where you can't agree Well, you just as well could get your hat and let that woman be But a man oughta make a good husband and quit tryin' to lead a fast life Goin' about dressin' up other women won't put clothes on his own wife
Well, there's lots of good women who wants to marry, and they want to live well at home But they're 'fraid they'll might get hold of a rowdy man, can't let other women alone And there's lots of good men wants to marry, and they wants to live well at home But every time they turn their back, there's another man there askin', "Darlin', is he gone?" "
Muss Es Sein? Es Muss Sein! Composer(s): Léo Ferré Performer(s): Léo Ferré
La Musique... La Musique... Où elle était la Musique?
Dans les salons lustrés aux lustres vénérés? Dans les concerts secrets aux secrets crinolines? Dans les temps reculés aux reculs empaffés? Dans les palais conquis aux conquêtes câlines?
C'est là qu'elle se pâme c'est là qu'elle se terre la Musique... Nous c'est dans la rue qu'on la veut la Musique! Et elle y viendra! Et nous l'aurons la Musique!
Muss Es Sein? Es Muss Sein!
Depuis voilà bientôt trente ans Depuis voilà bientôt dix jours Depuis voilà bientôt ta gorge Depuis voilà bientôt ta source Depuis que je traîne ma course Au creux des nuits comme un forçat À patibuler mon écorce
Muss Es Sein? Es Muss Sein!
Je suis un arbre non daté Depuis que je bois à ma porte Et que de l'enfer tu m'apportes De quoi trancher sur l'avenir Depuis que rien ne se dévore À part les ombres sur le mur Depuis que tu me sers encore La défaite sur canapé
Muss Es Sein? Es Muss Sein!
Une araignée m'a dit "bonsoir" Elle se traînait au crépuscule Depuis que mon âme bascule Vers des pays plus mécaniques Depuis que gavé de musique Je vais porter ma gueule ailleurs Une araignée m'a dit "d'ailleurs Le tout c'est d'avoir la pratique"
Muss Es Sein? Es Muss Sein!
Ludwig! Ludwig! T'es sourdingue? Ludwig la Joie Ludwig la Paix Ludwig! L'orthographe c'est con! Et puis c'est d'un très haut panache Et ton vin rouge a fait des taches Sur ta portée des contrebasses Ludwig! Réponds! T'es sourdingue ma parole!
Muss Es Sein? Es Muss Sein! Cela doit-il être? Cela est!
La Musique... La Musique... Où est-elle aujourd'hui? La Musique se meurt Madame! Penses-tu! La Musique?
Tu la trouves à Polytechnique Entre deux équations, ma chère! Avec Boulez dans sa boutique Un ministre à la boutonnière
Dans la rue la Musique! Music? in the street! La Musica? nelle strade! Beethoven strasse!
Muss Es Sein? Es Muss Sein! Cela doit-il être? Cela est!
Golden Arrow Composer(s): Harry Williams; Egbert Van Alstyne
Out in the shade of a glade sat a maid with burning cheeks all aglow Eyes black as night but as bright as the light of any sunset in Idaho For by her side was the pride of a tribe the son of Chief Arrow-Bow And in the ear of his dear sweet and clear he whispered low
She then replied "I'm your bride by your side We'll hunt the big buffalo I'll be your dear, never fear, ever near For I'm your Arrow and you're my beau You lead the way where you may from today for you must guide me, you know" "Then I can see we'll agree come with me," said Arrow-Bow
"My little Golden Arrow I love you You've pierced my heart it's true pretty Sioux, through and through Take me to be your fallen sparrow, do For Golden Arrow my life belongs to you"
Parce qu'il avait cette fille dans la peau Et pour ne pas l'oublier Il se l'était fait tatouer Tatouer Juste à la place du coeur Tatoué Jérémie Jérémie Tout l'monde en coeur! Tatouer un coeur Tatoué Jérémie On peut lire à l'intérieur Jérémie De même sur les avant-bras Tatoué Jérémie De même où ça n'se voit pas Jérémie Encore une fois! Où ça n'se voit pas Tatoué Jérémie C'est à dire un peu plus bas Jérémie
Malheur de malheur maintenant qu'il n'l'aime plus Comment faire pour effacer Ce qu'il a fait tatouer Tatouer Faudrait arracher ce coeur Tatoué Jérémie Qu'est tatoué sur son coeur Jérémie Tout le monde en coeur! Arraché ce coeur Tatoué Jérémie Avec c'qu'il y a à l'intérieur Jérémie De même pour les avants-bras Tatoué Jérémie Surtout où ça n'se voit pas Jérémie Encore une fois! Où ça n'se voit pas Tatoué Jérémie C'est-à-dire un peu plus bas Jé-ré-mie
Muskrat Ramble Composer(s): Ray Gilbert; Kid Ory Performer(s): The McGuire Sisters and various other artists
Shufflin', shufflin', shufflin' down Ramblin' scramblin' headin' for town Hustlin', bustlin' buzzin' around Happily awaitin' at the station
Look at that train number 709 It's a fuffin' and a puffin' and comin' on time Who do you think is about to arrive It's the band they call the Dixieland Five
Da da da da dum Da da da da dum Da da da da da da da da dum
They're gonna play that muskrat ramble tune You never heard it played, join in the big parade Altogether now one and two join that happy throng Feel the beat of that ramblin', scramblin' muskrat song Come on and ramble along
Loooooook at them a shufflin' shufflin' down Ramblin' scramblin' headin' for town Hustlin', bustlin' buzzin' around Happily awaitin' at the station
Seeeee that 709 Huffin' and puffin' on time Who do you think's about to arrive The band they call the Dixieland Five
Da da da da dum Da da da da dum Da da da da da da da da dum
They're gonna play that muskrat ramble tune You never heard it played, join in the big parade Altogether now one and two join that happy throng Feel the beat of that ramblin', scramblin' muskrat song Come on and ramble along
Gold Records In The Snow Composer(s): Benny Barnes; Gordon Baxter Performer(s): Benny Barnes
From the City of Angels And the deep East Texas Pines From the plains of bold West Texas came three young men so fine From their lips came the golden songs that young hearts are made to know From the spotlights of a crowded stage or a lonely radio Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens and the Biggest Bopper who Left them rockin' and rollin' in the ailes and then rose into the blue In the cold dark skies flew a tiny plane, the pilot just left his bride In the heavens never to return with three new stars inside On a lonely farm in Iowa beside an old fence row They searched the wreckage just to find gold records in the snow Now their last show is over and the story has been told We've got their golden records but everything they have is gold
'Tater Pie Composer(s): Cindy Walker Performer(s): Bob Wills & His Texas Playboys and multiple other artists
Ever since I've been so high I've been a fool for 'tater pie It makes no difference how I stuff I never seem to get enough
Pie, pie, 'tater pie, P-i-e, E-i-p, pie E-per, i-per, pass a piece a pie Fer I just love that 'tater pie I love 'tater pie, P-i-e, E-i-p, pie E-per, i-per, pass a piece a pie Fer I just love that 'tater pie
I'm lookin' for a gal that cooks I don't care much the way she looks I'll be hers until I die If she can make a 'tater pie
Pie, pie, 'tater pie, P-i-e, E-i-p, pie E-per, i-per, pass a piece a pie Fer I just love that 'tater pie I love 'tater pie, P-i-e, E-i-p, pie, Chocolate, cherry, boysenberry Nothin's good as 'tater pie
Now after we have made the match We'll raise a great big 'tater patch And we'll just let the world go by And live on love and 'tater pie
Pie, pie, 'tater pie, P-i-e, E-i-p, pie E-per, i-per, pass me the pie Fer I just love that 'tater pie I love 'tater pie, P-i-e, E-i-p, pie Hold your 'tater, stay a little later We'll all have some 'tater pie
Pie, pie, 'tater pie, P-i-e, E-i-p, pie E-per, i-per, pass me the pie Fer I just love that 'tater pie
Gold Fever Composer(s): Alan Jay Lerner; André Previn Performer(s): Clint Eastwood
I would give the world to see How I used to be When I had no axe to grind Except for choppin' wood
Day was day, and night was night Wrong was never right Didn't matter where I went As much as where I stood
I had dreams, average size There were stars in the skies Not my eyes
Then I got gold fever No romp 'n rollin' girl and fellow stuck Can cure the gold fever Nothin' can help you but the yellow stuff
What can stop that itchin'? Ain't around the kitchen Gold, gold, hooked am I Susannah, go ahead and cry
Once we all did honest work Farmer, lawyer, clerk Married men, and single men And some who ain't so sure
Now I look at them and see Duplicates of me Cured of what we suffered from And sufferin' from the cure
Who can say, why we came? Where's the hope, where's the flame? We're the same
When you've got Gold fever No romp 'n rollin' girl and fellow stuck Can cure the gold fever Nothin' can help you but the yellow stuff
What can stop that itchin' Ain't around the kitchen Gold, gold, hooked am I Susannah, go ahead and cry Gold fever, gold fever, gold fever, gold fever, gold fever Deal!
Tatave Composer(s): A. Siminin - Henri Crolla Performer(s): Edith Piaf
La venue au monde, c'est un vrai char 'y a de périodes pour les veinards Puis d'autres où ne naissent que des cloches Tac tacatactac - tsoin tsoin
Tatave, c'est là qu'il s'est trouvé Il a tiré, tiré À la loterie de l'existence La série des ceu'ze qu'ont pas de chance Des pas beaux gosses et des paumés Des ceu'ze qui bectent à la cuisine Qui marchent à côté de leurs bottines Et qui doivent jamais la ramener
Tatave! Tatave! Il était pas gâté!
Dans ces cas-là, sans hésiter La raison commande de chercher Sans tarder une consolation Tac tacatactac - tsoin tsoin
Tatave, dans le piège, il est tombé Il a tiré, tiré Au jeu de l'amour, une mauvaise brème Un de ces lots qui disent "comme on s'aime" Juste à la veille de vous doubler De ces filles ardentes et si belles Que rien semble assez beau pour elles Tant on craint de les voir se tirer
Tatave! Tatave! Cette môme, elle t'a quimpée!
Dès qu'il eût connu cette souris Tatave alla chercher le grisby Indispensable pour la gâter Tac tacatactac - tsoin tsoin
Tatave, à ce truc-là, s'est mouillé Il a tiré, tiré Sur l'employé qui faisait de la rebiffe Tiré sur deux mecs de la renifle Qui surgissaient, enfouraillés Pas pressés de mourir, les perdreaux À cette pomme, ont pas fait de cadeau Tatave su' l'tas il est tombé
Tatave! Tatave! Tatave, il t'a repassé!... Tatave! Tatave! Le jeu était truqué... Pauvre Tatave
Musique De Ma Vie Composer(s): Jean Ferrat Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Musique de ma vie ô mon parfum ma femme Empare-toi de moi jusqu'au profond de l'âme Musique de ma vie ô mon parfum ma femme
Entre dans mon poème unique passion Qu'il soit uniquement ta respiration Immobile sans toi désert de ton absence Qu'il prenne enfin de toi son sens et sa puissance Il sera ce frémissement de ta venue Le bonheur de mon bras touché de ta main nue Il sera comme à l'aube un lieu de long labour Quand l'hiver se dissipe et l'herbe sort au jour
Musique de ma vie ô mon parfum ma femme Empare-toi de moi jusqu'au profond de l'âme Musique de ma vie ô mon parfum ma femme
Entre dans mon poème où les mots qui t'accueillent Ont le palpitement obscur et doux des feuilles Où t'entourent la fuite et l'ombre des oiseaux Et le cheminement invisible des eaux Tout t'appartient Je suis tout entier ton domaine Ma mémoire est à toi Toi seule t'y promènes Toi seule va foulant mes sentiers effacés Mes songes et mes cerfs t'y regardent passer
Musique de ma vie ô mon parfum ma femme Empare-toi de moi jusqu'au profond de l'âme Musique de ma vie ô mon parfum ma femme
Que je n'entende plus qu'en moi ce coeur dompté Assieds-toi c'est le soir et souris c'est l'été Du jardin que les murs de tous côtés endiguent Où l'ombre a la senteur violente des figues Mais déjà c'est ta lèvre et ce couple c'est nous C'est toi le clair de lune où je tombe à genoux Et la terrasse y tremble et la pierre se trouble Etoiles dans ma nuit ma violette double
Musique de ma vie ô mon parfum ma femme Empare-toi de moi jusqu'au profond de l'âme Musique de ma vie ô mon parfum ma femme
Make The Madness Stop Composer(s): Chris Dedrick - Sandy Zynczak Performer(s): The Free Design
Come along, come along Follow the way that leads between madness and madness Flowers on both sides, each side has weeds and gladness and sadness
Whoa, whoa, walk the way of love, eyes open fly the skies above with hope and heart and sense Whoa, whoa, blow your mind but not completely make the madness stop Deplete we must the store of hate immense and men grouping groping nonsense
Pathways are green and black and white and yellow and crimson Walk on the rainbow flooded by boths sides truths and opinions
Whoa, whoa, walk the way of love, eyes open fly the skies above with hope and heart and sense Whoa, whoa, blow your mind but not completely make the madness stop Deplete we must the store of hate immense and mens grouping groping nonsense
Honesty and purity, beauty and sincerity Doesn't that sound corny Wish that I were corny
Whoa, whoa, walk the way of love, eyes open fly the skies above with hope and heart and sense Whoa, whoa, blow your mind but not completely make the madness stop Deplete we must the store of hate immense and men grouping groping nonsense
Whoa, whoa, walk the way of love, eyes open fly the skies above with hope and heart and sense Whoa, whoa, blow your mind but not completely make the madness stop
Musique À Tout Va Composer(s): René Rouzeau; Francis Laî Performer(s): Edith Piaf
Si je vous dis que, derrière ça Derrière cette musique à tout va 'y a le passé dans ses haillons Qui vient mendier à ma chanson Si je vous dis que, derrière ça 'y a vos péchés qui n'oublient pas Et vos anciens rêves d'amour Qui battent, battent le tambour Regardez-les monter sur scène Ce sont vos joies, ce sont vos peines Et ces remords qui font la chaîne Pour qu'on trébuche sur leurs pas Si je vous dis que, derrière ça Derrière cette musique à tout va 'y a ce qu'on tue et ne meurt pas Oh ! Sûr, que vous ne me croirez pas...
Si je vous dis que, devant ça Devant cette musique à tout va Tout ce passé soudain renaît De la poussière, des regrets Si je vous dis que, devant ça Comme une armée de p'tits soldats 'y a des 'je t'aime' qui vont dansant Et des baisers de vingt printemps Allez, ne bercez plus la tête Rien ne demeure et ce qu'on jette Il reste à vivre d'autres fêtes Qui flamberont en feux de joie
Si je vous dis que, devant ça Devant cette musique à tout va Je vois ces choses qu'on ne voit pas Oh ! Sûr, que vous ne me croirez pas... Mais je les vois, mais je les vois Oui je les vois, oui je les vois Devant cette musique à tout va Ahahaha...
