Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Tell Me The Old, Old Story Composer(s): Richard L. Weaver
There's a question ever new sweetheart I would ask of you Will you tell me once again the story dear ... It's the theme of life's sweet song, as the ages roll along Making sunshine when the clouds seem near ... In the days of "Auld Lang Syne" those sweet days when you were mine Many hours we pass'd together by the mill ... Time has chang'd us both since then, but I've wandered back again For your answer that you love me still
Now the birds as sweetly sing 'Round the ivy cover'd spring As they did for us sweetheart in time before And I'm waiting here today, fondly hoping you will say That you love me as you did of yore ... When I've travell'd far and near There was naught in life to cheer All the world is shadow'd dearest without you And for each fond joy apart I've the longing in my heart for that dear old story ever new...
Tell me the old, old story, that you love me as of yore ... Others strive for fame and glory I'm content with your love evermore ... Time can never change you sweetheart With your eyes of violet blue ... I'm waiting to be told, the story sweet and old You love me still as I love you
My Little Buckaroo Composer(s): M.K. Jerome; Jack Scholl Performer(s): Bing Crosby and various other artists
Close your sleepy eyes My little Buckaroo While the light of the western skies Is shinin' down on you Don't you know it's time for bed Another day is through So go to sleep My little Buckaroo
Don't you realize My little Buckaroo That it was from a little acorn That the Oak tree grew? And remember that your dad Was once a kid like you So go to sleep My little Buckaroo
Soon you're gonna ride the range Like grown up cowboys do Now it's time that you were roundin' up A dream or two So go to sleep My little Buckaroo
Got Bentsh Amerike English Title: God Bless America Composer(s): Irving Berlin
Got bentsh Amerike, land vos ikh lib Shtey-zhe bay ir, madrikh zay ir Iberal laykht a shtral undz tsulib Fun di berg biz Tsu di preryes Biz di yamen vays mit shoym Got bentsh Amerike, mayn zise heym
Tell Me Something Good Composer(s): Stevie Wonder First release by: Rufus featuring Chaka Khan - 1974
You ain't got no kind of feeling inside I got something that will sure 'nuff set your stuff on fire You refuse to put anything before your pride I got something that will knock all your pride aside
Tell me something good (tell me, tell me, tell me) Tell me that you love me Tell me something good (tell me, tell me, tell me) Tell me that you like it, yeah
Got no time is what you're known to say I'll make you wish there were 48 hours to each day Problem is you ain't been loved like you should What I got to give will sure 'nuff do you good
Tell me something good (tell me, tell me, tell me) Tell me that you love me Tell me something good (tell me, tell me, tell me) Tell me that you like it, yeah
My Little Bimbo Down On The Bamboo Isle Composer(s): Grant Clarke; Walter Donaldson Performer(s): Frank Crumit and various other artists
Sailor Bill McCoy was a handsome sailor boy His ship got wrecked awhile, on a Fiji Iji Isle He led a savage life and he hunted with a knife He said, "I'll tell you all about it, don't tell my wife, because....
I've got a Bimbo down on the Bamboo Isle She's waiting there for me, beneath a bamboo tree Believe me, she's got all the other Bimbo's beat a mile She dances daily, gayly, she'd make a hit with Barnum and Bailey I'll build a bungalow on the Bamboo Isle 'Cause when I go again, I'll stay awhile I've seen wrecks, plenty of wrecks out on the ragin' sea But, by heck, you've never seen a wreck like the wreck she made of me And, all she wore was a great big Zulu smile My little Bimbo Down on the Bamboo Isle
William's boss said, "Bill, a Captain's job you'll fill On a ship that's going North, today it's going forth" A Captain's job is fine, but Bill said, "I'll decline I'll Take half pay as a sailor on that ship of mine, 'cause"....
I've got a Bimbo Down on the Bamboo Isle She's waiting there for me beneath a bamboo tree Believe me, she's got all the other Bimbo's beat a mile She dances daily, gayly, she plays a mean ukelele I'll build a bungalow on the Bamboo Isle "Cause when I go again, I'll stay a while "What's that? What's a Bimbo mean? Please take my advice I don't know what "Bimbo" means, but I think it's something nice Everybody loves her, even the crocodiles My little Bimbo, down on the Bamboo Isle
Got A Lot O' Livin' To Do! Composer(s): Aaron Schroeder; Ben Weisman Performer(s): Elvis Presley; and various other artists
Oh yes, I've got a lot o' livin' to do
well I got a lot o' lovin' to do Come on baby, to make it fun takes two Oh yes, I've got a lot o' livin' to do, well I got a lot of lovin' to do And there's no one who I'd rather do it with than you
I've got a lot o' livin' to do, well I got a lot o' lovin' to do Come on baby, to make it fun takes two Oh yes, I've got a lot o' livin' to do, well I got a lot of lovin' to do And there's no one who I'd rather do it with than you
There's a moon that's big and bright in the Milky Way tonight But the way you act you never would a-know it's there Now baby time's a wastin', a lot o' kisses I ain't been tastin' I don't know about you, but I'm a-gonna get my share
Ooh, well I got a lot o' livin' to do, well I got a lot o' lovin' to do Come on baby, to make it fun takes two Ooh Yes, I've got a lot o' livin' to do, well I got a lot of lovin' to do And there's no one who I'd rather do it with than you There's no one who who I'd rather do it with than you
Tell Me On A Sunday Composer(s): Andrew Lloyd-Webber - Don Black First performance/First release by: Marti Webb - 1979/1980 Covered by multiple other artists
Don't write a letter when you want to leave Don't call me at 3 a.m. from a friend's apartment I'd like to choose how I hear the news Take me to a park that's covered with trees Tell me on a Sunday please Let me down easy No big song and dance No long faces, no long looks No deep conversation I know the way we should spend the day Take me to a zoo that's got chimpanzees Tell me on a Sunday please Don't want to know who's to blame It won't help knowing Don't want to fight day and night Bad enough you're going Don't leave in silence with no word at all Don't get drunk and slam the door That's no way to end this I know how I want you to say goodbye Find a circus ring with a flying trapeze Tell me on a Sunday please
I dont want to fight day and night Bad enough you're going Don't leave in silence with no word at all Don't get drunk and slam the door That's no way to end this I know how I want you to say goodbye Dont run off in the pouring rain Dont call me as they call your plane Take the hurt out of all the pain Take me to a park that's covered with trees Tell me on a Sunday please
My Little Austin Seven Composer(s): Norman Long Performer(s): Clarkson Rose
Nearly everybody's got a motor car today Whatever make it is, it's the best of all, they say Well you can keep your 'Austin Cowley' and your 'Essex Six' Believe me, they're not in it with my little bag of tricks
It's an Austin Seven, a little baby Austin The cutest little car upon the road I can drive it anywhere, you ought to see it camber Upstairs, downstairs, in my lady's chamber
It matters not at all you think it's awful small Believe me boy, it's in If you want to give the wife a ride without all her relations You'll never beat an Austin Seven
The house I live in hasn't got a garage and what's more I don't intend to build one 'cause it's a waste of time, I'm sure 'Cause we've got a little cubby-hole behind the kitchen door That'll hold my little Austin Seven
The other day I went out driving in a shower of rain That's a thing, believe me, I shall never do again I skidded in a gutter and got washed down a drain In my little Austin Seven.
One day I met an omnibus that stretched from side to side Across the road and held up all the traffic far and wide So I just drove underneath it and came out the other side In my little Austin Seven
One day a motor cyclist drove up and stared at me, "Thank God!" he said, "I've found you, alright now...", said he And in the place of where his little sidecar used to be He went and fastened my little Austin Seven
When driving in the park, a nurse rushed upon me saying She said, 'Now don't you move, I'm surprised at you, I am" She thought I was the baby she'd left sitting in the pram In my little Austin Seven
If I ever want to park it and the police ask what I'm at I never have to worry about a little thing like that I just bung it in the cloakroom with my overcoat and hat My little Austin Seven
It's an Austin Seven, a little baby Austin The cutest little car upon the road. You can drive it anywhere, you ought to see it camber Upstairs, downstairs, in my lady's chamber
I've got a Ma-in-Law and you know how they jaw And she's fourteen stone eleven But she has to keep her knees up and it stops her chin from wagging In the back seat of my little Austin Seven
Got A Job Composer(s): Tyran Carlo; Berry Gordy Jr.; Smokey Robinson Performer(s): Smokey Robinson & The Miracles; The Marcels
Walked all day till my feet were tired I was low, I just couldn't get hired So I sat in a grocery store "Help is light and I need some more"
(I got a job) Sha na na na, sha na na na na (I got a job) Sha na na na, sha na na na na (I got a job) Sha na na na, sha na na na na Well, I fin'lly fin'lly fin'lly fin'lly fin'lly (got a job) Sha na na na, sha na na na na
You've been houndin' me to get a job Well I finally did & my boss is a slob He's on my back really all day long It seems like everything I do is wrong Well, I fin'lly fin'lly fin'lly fin'lly fin'lly (got a job) Sha na na na, sha na na na na
(He says to me) "Get the boxes, take 'em to the basement Do the job right or I'll get a replacement Get the mop & clean the dirty floors And when you're finished wipe the windows and the doors" I fin'lly fin'lly fin'lly fin'lly fin'lly (got a job) Sha na na na, sha na na na na
Well, this man's about to drive me stone insane One of these days I'm gonna have a fit And though the boss keeps a-runnin' through my brain I'll never (never) (never) (never) (never never quit my brand new job) Workin' all day and workin' all night and workin' all day
Tell Me Mama Composer(s): Gerry Granahan Performer(s): Christine Quaite
Tell me Mama, what to do If a boy makes eyes at you Tell me Mama, what to say When he looks at me that way
Should I let him hold my hand (Oh yeah) Tell him that I think he's grand Tell me Mama, tell me Mama Tell me what to do
Tell me Mama, is it right If he wants to hold me tight Tell me Mama, should I sigh Ev'rytime he passes by
And if I can't resist Well, should I let him steal a kiss Tell me Mama, tell me Mama Tell me what to do
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I don't know what I should do 'Cause I've been taught by the golden rule If he want's to be my steady boy Should I-I-I go and play it cool
Oh-oh-oh, tell me Mama, if at night Do you know that I need your advice Tell me Mama, it's okay If he wants to see me every day
Should I let him know I care (Oh yeah) Or do you think I should beware Tell me Mama, tell me Mama Tell me what to do
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I don't know what I should do 'Cause I've been taught by the golden rule If he want's to be my steady boy Should I-I-I go and play it cool
Oh-oh-oh, tell me Mama, it's okay If he wants to see me every day Should I let him know I care Or do you think I should beware Tell me Mama (Tell me Mama) Tell me Mama what to do
Got A Feelin' Composer(s): Denny Doherty; John Phillips Performer(s): The Mamas & The Papas
Got a feeling that I'm wasting time on you babe Got a feeling that you've been untrue I got a feeling that you're stealing All the love I thought I was giving to you Baby it's true
Got a feeling that you're playing some game with me babe Got a feeling that you just can't see If you're entertaining any thought that you're gaining By causing me all of this pain and making me blue The joke's on you
When I get to feeling that you're stealing love And I don't know why It makes me so discouraged I finally get the courage not to cry babe Or even try babe
Got a feeling that I'm wasting time on you babe Got a feeling that you've been untrue I got a feeling that you're stealing All the love I thought I was giving to you Baby it's true, the joke's on you (2x)
Tell Me It's Over Composer(s): Stephen Bishop Performer(s): Frida Lyngstad
Is she somewhere in this city? Is she somewhere in this town? What's her name? What does she look like? Is she fun to be around? Does she make you feel like I did? Oh so long ago
I wanna hear it from you Tell me that it's over Let me hear it from you Tell me that it's over I wanna hear it from you
First you look at me with anger in your eyes Then you look at me with spite That's if you look at me at all That's how I'm looking at you tonight
You tell me that love's a drag for you But when the lights go out you panic
I wanna hear it from you...
I know there must be some kind of fool To be in love with you To be in love with you
Tell me that it's over Let me hear it from you Tell me that it's over I wanna hear it from you
Got A Date With An Angel Composer(s): Clifford Grey;
Sonny Miller; Jack Waller; Joseph A. Tunbridge Performer(s): Al Bowlly; and various other artists
Got a date with an angel Got to meet her at seven Got a date with an angel And Im on my way to heaven Shes so lovely beside me And whatever betide me Got an angel to guide me So Im on my way to heaven Soon Ill hear bells ring out And the choir will sing out When the pearly gates swing out Shell becon to me Ive been waiting a life time For this evening at seven Got a date with an angel And Im on my way to heaven
Tell Me How Long The Train's Been Gone Composer(s): Henry Nemo - Brooks - Kay Starr Performer(s): Kay Starr
Now here's a little ditty about a depot disaster We have a distressed damsel and the doggonest dilemma!
A-tell me how long the train's been gone A-tell me how long the train's been gone A-tell me how long the train's been gone The people keep a-comin' but the train's done gone!
Ever'one knows the train don't wait Ever'one knows the train don't wait It's your own fault if the show up late The people keep a-comin' but the train don't wait!
Now the sun drops in the west Up pops the same old moon Same as the train to explain There'll be another choo-choo soon!
A-tell me how long the train's been gone A-tell me how long the train's been gone A-tell me how long the train's been gone The people keep a-comin' but the train's done gone!
People comin' See I'm a-runnin'! See I'm a-runnin', a-shovin', a-breakin' down the gate! See I'm pushin' They're shovin' Well the people keep a-comin' but the train's done gone!
Yes, the people keep comin', the train's got out That's what everybody's talkin' about! You better get to movin', can't be late Because the man that takes the tickets gonna close the gate!
A-tell me how long the train's been gone A-tell me how long the train's been gone A-tell me how long the train's been gone The people keep a-comin' but the train's done gone!
The sun comes up, out from the west Up pops the same old moon Same as the train to explain There'll be another choo-choo soon!
Tell me how long the train's been gone Hhow long has the train been gone? Tell me how long the train's been gone The people keep a-comin' but the train's done gone! People keep a-comin' Yes the people keep a-comin' But the train done gone!
My Lighthouse Composer(s): Jarvis Cocker; Simon Hinkler Performer(s): Pulp
Come up to my lighthouse for I have something I wish to say It can wait for a moment; well in fact it can wait all day I just wanted to bring you up here so you could have the chance to see The beauty of this situation that you could share with me It may seem strange to talk of love and then lighthouses It's not strange to me Hey All alone you and I in our high tower That's the way to be Some laugh at my lighthouse they say it's just an ivory tower But I don't mind because I know their envy grows by the hour See I have a purpose up here to guide the ships upon their way All this is mine; it could be yours too what do you say? It may seem strange to talk of love and then lighthouses It's not strange to me Hey All alone you and I in our high tower That's the way to be Hehehey hey
Gossip Calypso Composer(s): Peacock Performer(s): Bernard Cribbens
Gossip calypso, Gossip calypso Hear all about it yak a yak-yak Every woman up at the window Giving out the gossip and getting it back
Oh Mrs. Brown, well how are you now, I tell you I've had a shocking time with Ern and his stomach Don't talk to me, my Charlie has gone and fallen down the stairs again, saints preserve us Poor old chap, did he hurt himself well, not as much as Alf that's my cousin Fred's boy I learned from Fred the doctor said, he'll have to have his kneecap scraped, gor blimey singing
Gossip calypso Gossip calypso Hear all about it yak a yak-yak Every woman up at the window Giving out the gossip and getting it back
Mrs. Booze, have you heard the news that woman you know the very fat one down at the corner Climbed in a truck, got stuck, they think that they never gonna get her out, do tell me Well I had a feller round and gave him a pound, to free her with an oxyacetylene welder Must send along some books, it looks like she's gonna be there quite some time, cor blimey singing
Gossip calypso Gossip calypso Hear all about it yak a yak-yak Every woman up at the window Giving out the gossip and getting it back
Oh Mrs. Ware I do like your hair who does it I go to Madame Pom Pom round by the gas works With all that fruit, it looks so cute, I can't believe it it's really you, like a film star Have you heard dear, a little bird has told me Mrs. Tate's expecting her seventh Well glory be, that's three, she's had since Lenny had his tonsils out, cor blimey singing
Gossip calypso Gossip calypso Hear all about it yak a yak yak Every woman up at the window Giving out the gossip and getting it back Giving out the gossip and getting it back
Tell Me How Composer(s): Buddy Holly - Norman Petty - Jerry Allison Performer(s): The Crickets - 1958 Covered by multiple other artists
Tell me how to keep your love You know how I need your love Tell me how you keep the love Within your heart from me Don't you know that I love you Let me show why I'm true blue When I know my love is true Don't keep your love from me If you would say to me today The time for love is now Could I sway your love my way Then I say tell me how Tell me how to keep your love You know how I need your love Tell me how you keep the love Within your heart from me If you would say to me today The time for love is now Could I sway your love my way Then I say tell me how Tell me how to keep your love You know how I need your love Tell me how you keep the love Within your heart from me Tell me how you keep the love Within your heart from me
My Life Composer(s): Billy Joel Performer(s): Billy Joel
Got a call from an old friend we'd used to be real close Said he couldn't go on the American way Closed the shop, sold the house, bought a ticket to the west coast Now he gives them a stand-up routine in L.A.
I don't need you to worry for me cause I'm alright I don't want you to tell me it's time to come home I don't care what you say anymore this is my life Go ahead with your own life leave me alone
I never said you had to offer me a second chance I never said I was a victim of circumstance I still belong Don't get me wrong And you can speak your mind But not on my time
They will tell you, you can't sleep alone in a strange place Then they'll tell you can't sleep with somebody else Ah but sooner or later you sleep in your own space Either way it's OK you wake up with yourself