Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Kashmiri Song Composer(s): Amy Woodforde-Finden Performer(s): Maggie Teyet and multiple other artists
Pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar Where are you now, who lies beneath your spell Who do you lead on rapture's roadway far Before you agonise them in farewell Before you agonise them in farewell
Pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar Where are you now, where are you now
Pale hands, pink tipped, like Lotus buds that float On those cool waters where we used to dwell I would have rather felt you round my throat Crushing out life, than waving me farewell Crushing out life, than waving me farewell
Pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar Where are you now, where are you now
My Handy Man Composer(s): Andy Razaf; Eubie Blake Performer(s): Ethel Waters and various other artists
Whoever said a good man is hard to find Positively, absolutely sure was blind I've found the best man there ever was Here's just some of the things that my man does
Why he shakes my ashes, greases my griddle Chimes my butter and he strokes my fiddle My man is such a handy man (oh yes he is)
He threads my needle, creams my wheat Heats my heater and he chops my meat My man is such a handy man
Now I don't care if you believe it or not He's so good to have around And when my furnace gets too hot He's right there and turns my damper down
Why for everything he's got a scheme You oughta see that new stuff he uses on my machine That man is such a handy man (he's God's gift girls)
Why he flaps my flapjacks, cleans off my table Feeds my horses out in my stable That man is such a handy man, mmm yeah
Sometimes he's up long before the dawn Busy trimmin' the rough edges off my front lawn Yeah that man is such a handy man
Why you know he never has a single word to say No, not while he's working hard And I wished that you could see the way He handles my front yard
Yeah you know my ice don't get a chance to melt away 'Cause he sees that I get that fresh piece every day My man, my man is such a handy man And I ain't kiddin'!
Telegram Sam Composer(s): Marc Bolan First release by: T. Rex - 1972 Covered by multiple other artists
Telegram Sam Telegram Sam You're my main man
Golden Nose Slim Golden Nose Slim I know's where you' ve bin Purple Pie Pete Purple Pie Pete Your lips are like lightning Girls melt in the heat
Telegram Sam You're my main man Telegram Sam You're my main man
Bobby's alright Bobby's alright He's a natural born poet He's just outa sight Jungle faced Jake Jungle faced Jake I say make no mistake About Jungle faced Jake
Automatic shoes Automatic shoes Give me three D vision And the California blues Me I funk but I don't care I ain't no square with my corkscrew hair
My Guy French Title: Ma Fille Composer(s): Smokey Robinson Originally performed by: Mary Wells Covered by various other artists
Nothing you could say could take me away from my guy Nothing you could do, 'cuz I'm stuck like glue to my guy
I'm sticking to my guy like a stamp to a letter Like birds of a feather we stick together
I'm telling you from the start I can't be torn apart from my guy
As a matter of opinion I think he's tops My opinion is he's the cream of the crop As a matter of taste to be exact He's my ideal as a matter of fact
No muscle bound man could take my hand from my guy No handsome face could ever take the place of my guy He may not be a movie star But when it comes to being happy we are
I'm telling you from the start I can't be torn apart from my guy
Goodbye Pork Pie Hat Composer(s): Charles Mingus; Joni Mitchell Performer(s): Charles Mingus; and various other artists
When Charlie speaks of Lester You know someone great has gone The sweetest swinging music man Had a Porkie Pig hat on A bright star In a dark age When the bandstands had a thousand ways Of refusing a black man admission Black musician In those days they put him in an Underdog position Cellars and chitlins'
When Lester took him a wife Arm and arm went black and white And some saw red And drove them from their hotel bed Love is never easy It's short of the hope we have for happiness Bright and sweet Love is never easy street! Now we are black and white Embracing out in the lunatic New York night It's very unlikely we'll be driven out of town Or be hung in a tree That's unlikely!
Tonight these crowds Are happy and loud Children are up dancing in the streets In the sticky middle of the night Summer serenade Of taxi horns and fun arcades Where right or wrong Under neon Every feeling goes on! For you and me The sidewalk is a history book And a circus Dangerous clowns Balancing dreadful and wonderful perceptions They have been handed Day by day Generations on down
We came up from the subway On the music midnight makes To Charlie's bass and Lester's saxophone In taxi horns and brakes Now Charlie's down in Mexico With the healers So the sidewalk leads us with music To two little dancers Dancing outside a black bar There's a sign up on the awning It says "Pork Pie Hat Bar" And there's black babies dancing Tonight
Telecide Composer(s): Cotton Bend - Fee Waybill - Vince Welnick Performer(s): The Tubes
Listen boys and girls
About the other world It's just a day job Night job Odd job Nose job Hand job Blow job Rack job Snow job Boring 9-to-5 job Rather have a knob job
Things get too inertial No time for commercials I'd rather be a clone I guess I'm going home To visit Kojak Gong Show Happy Days Adam-12 Edge Of Night Love Of Life Merv and Mike Good Times Make A Deal Charlie's Angels Family Feud
Feeling so much thinner I need a TV dinner I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take it anymore
TV suicide TV suicide What a lovely way to die It's a television suicide
Please stand by We're coming to you live 'Cause we got news Hot news Flash news Trash news Funny news Stupid news Comprehensive overviews Eyewitness TV news Brought to you by Gucci shoes
This one is so juicy We're pre-empting Lucy
Coming down the street The sound of running feet He's at the front door Back door Side door Cellar door First floor Second floor Third floor Bedroom door Throws himself across the floor Turns it on to Channel 4
Stay tuned to this channel For our all-star panel
I used to know him He seemed like a regular guy
TV suicide TV suicide What a lovely way to die It's another case of telecide
TV suicide TV suicide What a lovely way to die It's a television suicide
My Guitar Wants To Kill Your Mama Composer(s): Frank Zappa Originally performed by: Frank Zappa Covered by various other artists
You know, your mama and your daddy Saying I'm no good to you They call me dirty from the alley Till I don't know what to do I get so tired of sneakin' around Just to get to your back door I crawled past the garbage and Your mama jumped out, screamin' "Don't come back no more" I can't take it My guitar wants to kill your mama My guitar wants to kill your mama My guitar wants to burn your dad I get real mean when it makes me mad
Later I tried to call you Your mama told me you weren't there She told me don't bother to call again Unless I cut off all my hair I get so tired of sneakin' around Just to get to your back door I crawled past the garbage and Your mama jumped out, screamin' "Don't come back no more"
Later I tried to call you Your mama told me you weren't there She told me don't bother to call again Unless I cut off all my hair I get so tired of sneakin' around Just to get to your back door I crawled past the garbage and Your mama jumped out, screamin' "Don't come back no more" My guitar wants to kill your mama My guitar wants to kill your mama My guitar wants to burn your dad I get real mean when it makes me mad
Tel Qu'il Est Composer(s): Maurice Alexander - Maurice Vander Performer(s): Fréhel and multiple other artists
J'avais rêvé d'avoir un homme un vrai de vrai, bien balancé mais je suis chipée pour la pomme d'un avorton, complet'ment j'té Ce n'est pas un Apollon mon Jules il n'est pas taillé comme un Hercule Malgré qu'il ait bien des défauts C'est lui que j'ai dans la peau
Tel qu'il est, il me plaît Il me fait de l'effet Et je l'aime C'est un vrai gringalet aussi laid qu'un basset mais je l'aime Il est bancal du coté cérébral mais ça m'est bien égal qu'il ait l'air anormal
C'est complet, il est muet ses quinquets sont en biais C'est un fait que tel qu'il est il me plaît
Il est carré mais ses épaules par du carton, sont rembourrées Quand il est tout nu ça fait drôle On n'en voit plus que la moitié Il n'a pas un seul poil sur la tête mais il en a plein sur les gambettes Et celui qu'il a dans la main c'est pas du poil c'est du crin
Tel qu'il est, il me plaît Il me fait de l'effet Et je l'aime C'est un vrai gringalet aussi laid qu'un basset mais je l'aime Il est bancal du coté cérébral mais ça m'est bien égal qu'il ait l'air anormal
C'est complet, il est muet ses quinquets sont en biais C'est un fait que tel qu'il est il me plaît
Le travail pour lui c'est la chose la plus sacrée, il y touche pas Pour tenir le coup il se dose de quintonine, à tous les r'pas Ce qui n'est pas marrant c'est qu'il ronfle on dirait un pneu qui se dégonfle Et quand il faut se bagarrer il est encore dégonflé
Tel qu'il est, il me plaît Il me fait de l'effet Et je l'aime C'est un vrai gringalet aussi laid qu'un basset mais je l'aime Il est bancal du coté cérébral mais ça m'est bien égal qu'il ait l'air anormal
C'est complet, il est muet ses quinquets sont en biais C'est un fait que tel qu'il est il me plaît
I love her, I love her, and always will, my grandmother dear I can see her still Her old fashioned bonnet and gingham gown when she rode with dear old grandpa into town Though she was eighty-two, he loved her fond and true
Who was it, who was it, on Christmas night that filled up your stocking with such delight? 'twas grandma, 'twas grandma I know because, she was always a good old Santa Claus The cakes and candies, too, she'd give them all to you
My grandfather's girl was a grand old girl and she lived in the house on the hill My granddaddy first met his first little girl down by the old red mill And together they wandered down the lane to the church where she changed her name A rare precious pearl was my grandfather's girl yes, she was a grand old girl!
Goodbye My Love, Goodbye French Title: Je T'Aime À En Sourire Composer(s): Mario Panas; Klaus Munro; Jack Lloyd Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri
Hör den Wind der sein Lied dir singt Er weiß, dass ich heute von dir geh' Weine nicht wenn der Abschied kommt Denn Tränen tun so weh
Goodbye my love goodbye Goodbye auf Wiedersehn Die Zeit im Sommersonnenschein Mit dir allein, war schön Goodbye my love goodbye Das Glück wird nie vergehn Ich bleib dir treu Bis wir uns einmal wiedersehn
Überall werd ich einsam sein Denn dich vergessen kann ich nie Nur der Wind er begleitet mich Mit seiner Melodie
Goodbye my love goodbye Goodbye auf Wiedersehn Die Zeit im Sommersonnenschein Mit dir allein, war schön Goodbye my love goodbye Das Glück wird nie vergehn Ich bleib dir treu Bis wir uns einmal wiedersehn
Goodbye my love goodbye Goodbye auf Wiedersehn Die Zeit im Sommersonnenschein Mit dir allein, war schön Goodbye my love goodbye Das Glück wird nie vergehn Ich bleib dir treu Bis wir uns einmal wiedersehn
Ik was klein en ons tuintje was de wereld een zandbak met een schutting eromheen Wat erachter was, dat mocht ik zelf verzinnen een grote tuin vol bloemen en een zon die altijd scheen En dat bleef zo al ontdekte ik ook later dat er niets was dan wat onkruid en wat puin Want de werkelijkheid heeft immers niets te maken met die zelfbedachte echte bloementuin
Van de wereld was die schutting wel het einde van mijn eigen wereld was hij het begin En daar bleef ik in geloven tegen beter weten in
Op het lyceum zat ik jarenlang gevangen als een vreemde vage vlinder in de klas In mijn dagboek schreef ik wilde toekomstdromen want na het eindexamen begon het leven pas En al liep ik later eenzaam vele blauwtjes ergens op een koude kamer in de stad Ik wist zeker: morgen zou het echt beginnen het grootse leven dat ik voor me had
Het van vroeger was vandaag altijd het einde van iets beters en iets nieuws steeds het begin En daar bleef ik in geloven tegen beter weten in
En zo kwam ik steeds bij weer een nieuwe schutting met daarachter weer een ander paradijs En steeds bleek dat weer een veld vol distels En zo werd ik langzaam ouder en heel erg langzaam wijs Maar al ben ik dan toch wat men noemt volwassen en schuttingen, daar kijk ik overheen wanneer ze zeggen: eens wordt alles anders en eens dan worden alle mensen een
En er is geen einde aan het laatste einde er is alleen een eeuwig nieuw begin dat zal ik dan onmiddellijk geloven tegen beter weten in
Er is geen einde aan het laatste einde er is alleen een eeuwig nieuw begin dat zal ik altijd wel geloven tegen beter weten in tegen beter weten in tegen beter weten in tegen beter weten in
My Grandfather's Clock (aka Grandfather's Clock) Composer(s): Henry Clay Work Performer(s): Hank Snow and various other artists
My grandfather's clock Was too large for the shelf So it stood ninety years on the floor It was taller by half Than the old man himself Though it weighed not a pennyweight more It was bought on the morn Of the day that he was born And was always his treasure and pride But it stopped short Never to go again When the old man died
Ninety years without slumbering Tick, tock, tick, tock His life seconds numbering Tick, tock, tick, tock It stopped short Never to go again When the old man died
In watching its pendulum Swing to and fro Many hours had he spent while a boy And in childhood and manhood The clock seemed to know And to share both his grief and his joy For it struck twenty-four When he entered at the door With a blooming and beautiful bride But it stopped short Never to go again When the old man died
Ninety years without slumbering Tick, tock, tick, tock His life seconds numbering Tick, tock, tick, tock It stopped short Never to go again When the old man died
My grandfather said That of those he could hire Not a servant so faithful he found For it wasted no time And had but one desire At the close of each week to be wound. And it kept in its place Not a frown upon its face And its hand never hung by its side But it stopped short Never to go again When the old man died
Ninety years without slumbering Tick, tock, tick, tock His life seconds numbering Tick, tock, tick, tock It stopped short Never to go again When the old man died
It rang an alarm In the dead of the night An alarm that for years had been dumb And we knew that his spirit Was pluming his flight That his hour of departure had come Still the clock kept the time With a soft and muffled chime As we silently stood by his side But it stopped short Never to go again When the old man died
Ninety years without slumbering Tick, tock, tick, tock His life seconds numbering Tick, tock, tick, tock It stopped short Never to go again When the old man died
Goodbye My Love, Goodbye French Title: Je T'Aime À En Sourire Composer(s): Mario Panas; Klaus Munro; Jack Lloyd Performer(s): Demis Roussos; and various other artists
Hear the wind sing a sad old song It knows I'm leaving you today Please don't cry or my heart will break When I go on my way
Goodbye my love, goodbye Goodbye and au revoir As long as you'll remember me I'll never be too far Goodbye my love, goodbye I always will be true So hold me in your dreams Till I come back to you
See the stars in the skies above They'll shine wherever I may roam I will pray ev'ry lonely night That soon they'll guide me home
Goodbye my love, goodbye Goodbye and aurevoir As long as you'll remember me I'll never be too far Goodbye my love, goodbye I always will be true So hold me in your dreams Till I come back to you ....
My Girl's Pussy Performer(s): Roger Crumb & His Cheap Suit Serenaders and various other artists
Theres one pet I like to pet And every evening, we get set I stroke it every chance I get Its my girls pussy Seldom plays and never purrs But I love the thoughts it stirs And I like it cause its hers Its my girls pussy Often, it goes out at night returns at break of dawn No matter what the weathers like, its always nice and warm I bring tidbits that it loves We spoon like two turtledoves I take care to remove my gloves When stroking my girls pussy
What a precious thing to handle No one else could hold a candle ********* lovable and sweet! Theres one pet Id like to pet And every evening, we get wet I stroke it every chance I get Its my girls pussy Seldom plays and never purrs But I like the thoughts it stirs And I never mind because its hers Its my girls pussy Often, it goes out at night returns at break of dawn No matter what the weathers like, its always nice and warm! Oh, yeah, yeah! Never dirty Always clean At giving thrills, its never mean That its the best Ive ever seen Its my girls pussy
Goodbye My Love Composer(s): Tony & Wando Lam; Nelly Byl Performer(s): Jimmy Frey
Vreemd dat je vandaag zoveel beloofd Een woordje meer en je bent verloofd Is het de liefde die ontwaakt Die jou zo onvoorzichtig maakt Maar je weet heel goed Er komt altijd een dag dat je zeggen moet
Goodbye my love, ik moet ver van je heen Goodbye my love en dan blijft zij alleen
Zij groet elke morgen met een lach Je vindt haar steeds voor je iedere dag De liefde straalt op haar gelaat Er is niets dat haar beter staat Maar wat zij ook doet Er komt altijd een dag dat je zeggen moet
Goodbye my love, ik moet ver van je heen Goodbye my love en dan blijft zij alleen
Nu scheppen haar ogen reeds verdriet Je raadt wel waarom, al zegt zij het niet Het is de liefde die stilaan vergaat Die haar zo ongelukkig maakt En je weet heel goed Het is precies de dag dat je zeggen moet
Goodbye my love, ik moet ver van je heen Goodbye my love en dan blijft zij alleen Goodbye my love, ik moet ver van je heen Goodbye my love en dan blijft zij alleen Goodbye my love en dan blijft zij alleen
Teenage Wildlife Composer(s): David Bowie Performer(s): David Bowie
Well, how come you only want tomorrow With its promise of something hard to do A real life adventure worth more than pieces of gold Blue skies above and sun on your arms strength your stride And hope in those squeaky clean eyes You'll get chilly receptions everywhere you go Blinded with desire - I guess the season is on
So you train by shadow boxing, search for the truth But it's all, but it's all used up Break open your million dollar weapon And push your luck, still you push, still you push your luck A broken nosed mogul are you One of the new wave boys
Same old thing in brand new drag Comes sweeping into view, oh ho ho ho ho ho As ugly as a teenage millionaire Pretending it's a whizz kid world You'll take me aside, and say "Well, David, what shall I do? They wait for me in the hallway" I'll say "Don't ask me, I don't know any hallways" But they move in numbers and they've got me in a corner I feel like a group of one, no-no They can't do this to me I'm not some piece of teenage wildlife
Those midwives to history put on their bloody robes The word is that the hunted one is out there on his own And you're alone for maybe the last time And you breathe for a long time Then you howl like a wolf in a trap And you daren't look behind
You fall to the ground like a leaf from the tree And look up one time at that vast blue sky Scream out aloud as they shoot you down No no, I'm not a piece of teenage wildlife I'm not a piece of teenage wildlife
And no one will have seen and no one will confess The fingerprints will prove that you coudn't pass the test There'll be others on the line filing past, who'll whisper low I miss you he really had to go Well each to his own, he was Another piece of teenage wildlife, oh oh oh oh oh Another piece of teenage wildlife, oh oh oh oh oh Another piece of teenage wild... Wild Wild Wild
My Girl's A Rhythm Fan Composer(s): Box; Cox; Roberts Performer(s): Harry Roy
My girls a rhythm fan And when we go dancing, She sits in a corner like little Jack Horner And listens to the Wah-de-da-de-da-de-da-de-da Of the band
My girls a rhythm fan When I take her diving she cant get romantic Shes driving me frantic, all shell do is Wah-de-da-de-da-de-da-de-da with the band
Oh. I never get a kiss, I never get a thrill When the lights are low You cant make love when the turtle dove Goes skiddly-diddly-diddly-diddly-doh
My girls a rhythm fan Home in the evening she seems to be tireless Shell turn on the wireless and listen to the Wah-de-da-de-da-de-da-de-da of the band
