Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Tennessee Wig Walk
Composer(s): Larry Coleman - Norman Gimbel
Performer(s): Bonnie Lou; Dan Zanes
Im a bow-legged chicken, Im a knock kneed hen
Never been so happy since I dont know when
I walk with a wiggle and a giggle and a squawk
Doing the Tennessee wig walk
To a tune on the fiddle on a hardwood floor
Though Im broke and weary and my back is sore
I walk with a wiggle and a giggle and a squawk
Doing the Tennessee wig walk
Put your toes together, your knees apart
Bend your back, get ready to start
Flap your elbows just for luck
Then you wiggle and you waddle like a baby duck
Come and dance with me honey, tap your toes and glide
And well always be together side by side
I walk with a wiggle and a giggle and a squawk
Doing the Tennessee wig walk
Im a bow-legged chicken, Im a knock kneed hen
Never been so happy since I dont know when
I walk with a wiggle and a giggle and a squawk
Doing the Tennessee wig walk
To a tune on the fiddle on a hardwood floor
Though Im broke and weary and my back is sore
I walk with a wiggle and a giggle and a squawk
Doing the Tennessee wig walk
Put your toes together, your knees apart
Bend your back, get ready to start
Flap your elbows just for luck
Then you wiggle and you waddle like a baby duck
Come and dance with me honey, tap your toes and glide
And well always be together side by side
I walk with a wiggle and a giggle and a squawk
Doing the Tennessee wig walk
Dat Afgezaagde Zinnetje ((aka Een Dom Compliment (Jo Vally & Vanessa Chinitor) - 2003;
Zoiets Onnozels (Willy Sommers, Lisa Del Bo & Luc Steeno) - 2003))
((Adapted from: Something Stupid (Carson and Gaile) - 1967))
Composer(s): C. Carson Parks - Jack Bulterman
Performer(s): Willy Alberti & Willeke Alberti - 1967
Versions In Other Languages:
1967 - Ces Mots Stupides (Sacha Distel & Joanna Shimkus)
1967 - Qualche Stupido "Ti Amo" (Sacha Distel & Joanna Shimkus)
1967 - En Lille Dumhed (Siw Malmkvist & Otto Brandenburg)
1971 - Algo Tonto (Enríque Guzmn & Silvia Pinal)
Ik zoek naar mooie zinnen, over liefde en beminnen Als ik denk aan jou Ik droom van blauwe zeeen, van de mooiste orchideen En van eeuwige trouw Ik maak voor jou gedichten, waar je zeker voor zal zwichten Als ik ze zeggen zou Maar dan verberg ik alles met dat afgezaagde zinnetje "Ik hou van jou"
Op hetzelfde ogenblik, begrijp ik dadelijk vol schrik Ik heb je droom verstoord Op het spannendste moment, wanneer je heel dicht bij me bent Geef ik geen enkel woord
Ik zou heel veel willen zeggen, om je duidelijk uit te leggen Hoeveel ik droom over jou Maar alle mooie woorden, die je duizend maal al hoorde Klinken toch veel te flauw Hoewel ik het steeds weer probeer, vergeet toch iedere keer Wat ik je zeggen wou En dan bederf ik alles met dat afgezaagde zinnetje "Ik hou van jou"
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Hoewel ik het steeds weer probeer, vergeet toch iedere keer Wat ik je zeggen wou En dan bederf ik alles met dat afgezaagde zinnetje "Ik hou van jou"
Ik hou van jou Ik hou van jou Ik hou van jou Ik hou van jou
Great Men Repeat Themselves Composer(s): Buddy Starcher; John Hartford; Joe Holcomb; Sheb Wooley Performer(s): Ben Colder
You've all heard it said that history repeats itself Did you know that great men repeat themselves also I repeat myself a lot, repeat myself a lot
repeat myself a lot
Do you think that it's a coincidence that the name Lyndon contains six letters That the name Batman contains six letters also At batman's side stands the boy wonder, Robin At Lyndon's side stands the wonder boy Hubey And the names Robin and Hubey each contain five letters
The names Gotham City and Washington each contain ten letters The names Mr Robert S. McNamara and Commissioner Gordon Both contain eighteen letters and that's a bunch of 'em The names Riddler and Degaule each contain seven letters That is if you spell Degaule with one L On the other hand they contain eight letters If you spell Degaulle with two L's and riddler with three D's
Now Batman's Batmobile is in reality an experimental model Lincoln Continental And Lyndon's Lincoln Continental is in reality an experimental model Batmoblie You didn't know that Behind a cape crusader stands a young bird named Robin Behind the tall Texan stands a lady crusader named Byrd
There are fifty-two weeks in a year, you knew that Seven days in a week, add two for the number of beegle hounds in the family and you get nine The square root of nine is three Divide this by a wife and two daughters and you get one And there is only one Batman On the other hand you take one and divide by five and you get a fifth You get a fifth and I'll get a fifth and we'll get on with it
Besides that, the name Superman and Fred Flintstone Both contain seven, eight, no that's not going to work out But the name Huckleberry Hound contains sixteen letters all by itself And that's pretty unusual for a dog don't you think
If you need more proof that great men do repeat themselves In October 1965 batman said and I quote, "To the Batmoblile Robin" And in July he said, and I quote again, "To the Batmoblie, Robin" Of course that was on a re-run And as farther proof that great men do indeed repeat themselves Uh, repeat themselves, uh, repeat themselves
Tennessee Saturday Night Composer(s): Billy Hughes Performer(s): Red Foley and multiple other artists
Now, listen while I tell you 'bout a place I know Down in Tennessee where the tall corn grows Hidden from the world in a bunch of pines Where the moon's a little bashful and it seldom shines Civilized people live there alright But they all go native on a Saturday Night
Their music is a fiddle and a cracked guitar They get their kicks from an old fruit jar They do the boogie to an old square dance The woods are full of couples lookin' for romance Somebody takes his brogue and knocks out the light Yes, they all go native on a Saturday night
When they really get together there's a lot of fun They all know the other fellah packs a gun Ev'rybody does his best to act just right 'Cause there's gonna be a funeral if you start a fight They struggle and they shuffle till broad daylight Yes, they all go native on a Saturday night
Well, now you've heard my story 'bout a place I know Down in Tennessee where the tall corn grows HIdden from the world in a bunch of pines Where the moon's a little bashful and it seldom shines Civilized people live there alright But they all go native on a Saturday night
My Pledge Of Love Composer(s): Joe Stafford Performer(s): Joe Jeffrey Group; Paul Ansell; Kingfish
I woke up this mornin', Baby I had you on my mind I woke up this mornin', Baby You know that I felt so fine You know I need you You know that I love you This is my pledge of love to My pledge of love My pledge of love Darlin', Darlin', Darlin' to you Yeah, to you, yeah
I woke up this mornin', Baby I had you on my mind I felt so much love this mornin' Little girl, little girl, you feel so fine You know I need you You know that I love you Darling, this is my pledge of love My pledge of love My pledge of love Darlin', Darlin', Darlin' to you Oh yeah, to you, yea-yeah
Sky's gettin dark above me Baby, I need your lovin' Got to have all of your lovin' Baby, I want your lovin' Baby (Baby), Baby (Baby) Baby (Baby), Baby (Baby) Baby (Baby), Baby (Baby) Baby (Baby), Baby (Baby)
I woke up this mornin', Baby Yes, and I called your name I felt so much love this mornin' Little girl, little girl, for shame You know I need you You know that I love you And this is my pledge of love to My pledge of love, hey My pledge of love Darlin', Darlin', Darlin' to you, yeah Oh, got to have your lovin' Baby, you know I want your lovin' Ooooooh, need your ...
Great Joe Bob (A Regional Tragedy) Composer(s): Terry Allen Performer(s): Terry Allen; The Country Gazette
He was a panhandle prince ahhh Schoolboy football king They told him "Hi" in the halls 'Cause he could run them balls But it was rumored (down deep) he was mean He dated high-tone girls With frosty pom-pom curls But he never gave out his ring He was the best of the best He met the grid-iron test An there ain't nothin as American And clean He was the pride of the backfield Ahhh the hero of his day Yeah he carried the ball for the red and blue They won District Triple-A An his name made all the papers As the best they'd ever had Yeah so nobody understood it When the Great Joe Bob went bad First he lost his scholarship To Texas Tech For drinking during training And breaking the coach's neck yeah Then he got suspended (ahhh) for acting obscene Around the Cum-Laudy, Cum-Laudy Daughter of the Dean So He took up with a waitress Named Loose Ruby Cole While she was a-hoppin' tables Down at the Hi-D-Ho And he met her on the sly When her daddy weren't around Yeah but he stopped making yardage When he started messin 'round (chorus) Yeah it spread like a country wildfire That something big had gone all strange Joe Bob the Greatest Halfback Was actin half-deranged ahhh He'd been seen out with this woman Gettin drunk and havin fun Yeah he growed his hair, then gived up prayer And said, "Football days is done" Then He and old Loose Ruby Robbed a Pinkie's Liquor Store And had a run-in with the law When they's runnin out the door And Joe Bob's fate was sealed For the next century Yeah he traded in the pigskin For the penitentiary (chorus)
Tennessee Rock 'N' Roll Composer(s): Irving Reid - Larry Coleman Performer(s): Bobby Helms
Oh, I went down to Tennessee Yes, I went down to Tennessee What did I see in Tennessee? I saw a place where dancers meet I swear I saw the dancingest feet You never heard a wilder beat
They were doing the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll They were doing the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll Upon my soul, the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll
The caller called: "Let's promenade!" The fiddling man looked gone as he played The old square dance had been remade
They were doing the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll They were doing the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll Upon my soul, the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll
Then all at once, before I knew I joined in with the Hullaballoo I dug the beat and did it too
I was doing the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll I was doing the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll Upon my soul, the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll
Come on let's all do the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll Come on let's all do the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll Upon my soul, the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll
Great Horse Composer(s): Marc Bolan Performer(s): Tyrannosaurus Rex; Catherine Lambert
Great Horsey Champer Goldbraid Pranced proudly In the garden villas With the Sun Dipped diving with his horned onyx saddle Shining in the black aped eyeballs Of the gun
When the great apple falls She'll be queen of your halls
Tall bowman from the burnt pastures Saw Champer and he bowed ground kissing To his lord
Strange beastie from the legend lair Sire I can master with the aid of this Skull powdered cord
Tennessee Flat Top Box Composer(s): Johnny Cash Performer(s): Johnny Cash and multiple other artists
In a little cabaret in a South Texas border town Sat a boy and his guitar, and the people came from all around And all the girls from there to Austin Were slippin' away from home and puttin' jewelery in hock To take the trip, to go and listen To the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box
And he would play
Well, he couldn't ride or wrangle, and he never cared to make a dime But give him his guitar, and he'd be happy all the time And all the girls from nine to ninety Were snapping fingers, tapping toes, and begging him: "Don't stop" And hypnotized and fascinated By the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box
And he would play
Then one day he was gone, and no one ever saw him 'round He'd vanished like the breeze, they forgot him in the little town But all the girls still dreamed about him And hung around the cabaret until the doors were locked And then one day on the Hit Parade Was a little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box
My Perfect Cousin Composer(s): Mickey Bradley; Damian O'Neill Performer(s): The Undertones
Now I've got a cousin called Kevin He's sure to go to heaven Always spotless clean and neat The smoothest you can get them He's got a fur lined sheepskin jacket My ma said they cost a packet She won't even let me explain That me and Kevin were just not the same
Oh my perfect cousin What I like to do he doesn't He's his family's private joy His mothers little golden boy
He's gotta degree in economics Maths - physics and bionics He thinks that I'm a cabbage Cos I hate university challenge Even at the age of ten Smart boy Kevin was a smart boy then He always beat me at Subbuteo Cos he flicked the kick And I didn't know
Oh my perfect cousin ..
His mother bought him a synthesizer Got the Human League into advise her Now he's making lots of noise Playing along with the art school boys Girls try to attract his attention But what a shame it's in vain total rejection He will never be left on the shelf Cos Kevin he's in love with himself
Great Big Kiss Composer(s): Shadow Morton Performer(s): The New York Dolls
Here comes my girl Walkin down the street Look how she walks She gotta dancin beat Big wavy hair A little too long All day long She's singin a song
And when I see her in the street My heart takes a leap and skips a beat Gonna walk roght up to her Give her a great big kiss Wham!
Tell her that I love her Tell her that I care Tell her I always be there
Hey, what color are her eyes? I dunno, she always wears shades Hey, Is she tall? Well, I gotta look up Yeah, well they tell me she's bad She's good bad, but she's not evil
(Tell me more, tell me more)
Bought myself a sweater Thought it match her eyes Dirty fingernails Oh boy, what a prize Tight khaki pants High button shoes She's always lookin Like she gots the blues(or born to lose)
And when I see her in the street My heart takes a leap and skips a beat Gonna walk roght up to her Give her a great big kiss Wham!
Tell her that I love her Tell her that I care Tell her I always be there Tell her I always be there Tell her I always be there Oh, what the hell
Is she a good dancer? Waddya mean, is she a good dancer? Well, how does she dance? Close, very very close
(Tell me more, tell me more)
Bought myself a sweater Thought it match her eyes Dirty fingernails Oh boy, what a prize Tight khaki pants High button shoes She's always lookin Like she gots the blues(or born to lose)
And when I see her in the street My heart takes a leap and skips a beat Gonna walk roght up to her Give her a great big kiss Wham!
Tell her that I love her Tell her that I care Tell her I always be there
Tell her I always be there Tell her I always be there (Shout....whoahs....yeas....ooohs.... I gotta always be there...)
Tennessee Blues Composer(s): Bobby Charles First release by: Bobby Charles - 1972 Covered by multiple other artists
If I had my way I'd leave here today and move in a hurry I know I feel loose I know I could lose these Tennessee Blues Find me a spot on some mountain top With lakes all around me Vallies and streams birds in the trees Lakes that surround me A place I feel loose A place I could lose these Tennessee Blues A place to forget all my regrets And keep just the good times A place I could sleep with nothing but peace And Feel free at all times I know I feel loose Someplace I could lose these Tennessee Blues
Find me a spot on some mountain top With lakes all around me With vallies and streams and birds in the trees And lakes that surround me A place I feel loose A place I could lose these Tennessee Blues
My Pa Composer(s): Michael Leonard; Herbert Martin Performer(s): Barbra Streisand; Bill Wright
My Pa can light my room at night By just his being near And make a fear for dream all right By grinning ear to ear My Pa can do most anything He sets his mind to do He'd even move a mountain If he really wanted to My Pa can sweeten up a day That clouds and rain make gray And tell me funny stories That will chase the clouds away My Pa's the only one on Earth I can tell my troubles to His arms are house and home to me His face's a pretty poem to me My Pa's the finest friend I ever knew I only wish that you Could know him too...
Great Balls Of Fire Composer(s): Otis Blackwell; Jack Hammer Performer(s): Jerry Lee Lewis
You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain Too much love drives a man insane You broke my will, but what a thrill Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire I laughed at love 'cause I thought it was funny You came along and moved me honey I've changed my mind, your love is fine Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire Kiss me baby, woo feels good Hold me baby, well I want to love you like a lover should You're fine, so kind I want to tell the world that you're mine, mine, mine, mine I chew my nails and I twiddle my thumbs I'm real nervous, but it sure is fun Come on baby, drive me crazy Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire!!
Tennessee Bird Walk Composer(s): Jack Blanchard Performer(s): Jack Blanchard & Misty Morgan
Take away the trees and the birds'll have to sit upon the ground... ummmm... And take away their wings and the birds'll have to walk to get around And take away the bird baths and dirty birds will soon be everywhere Take away their feathers and the birds'll walk around in underwear Take away their (a little whistle) and the birds will have to whisper when they sing (verbal "chirp chirp") And take away their common sense and they'll be headed southward in the spring Oh remember me darling when spring is in the air And the bald-headed birds are whispering everywhere You can see them walkin' southward in their dirty underwear That's the Tennessee Bird Walk
How bout some trees so the birds won't have to sit upon the ground... ummmm... And how 'bout some wings so the birds won't have to walk to get around And how 'bout a bird bath or two so the birds'll all be clean And how 'bout some feathers so their underwear no longer will be seen How 'bout a (little whistle) so the birds won't have to whisper when they sing And how 'bout some common sense so they won't be blockin' traffic in the spring Oh remember me my darling when spring is in the air And the bald-headed birds are whispering everywhere When you see them walkin' southward in their dirty underwear That's the Tennessee Bird Walk (chirp chirp)
That's the Tennessee Bird Walk (chirp chirp) That's the Tennessee Bird Walk (chirp chirp) That's the Tennessee Bird Walk (chirp chirp)
My Own Way To Rock Composer(s): Burton Cummings Performer(s): Burton Cummings; Randy Bachman
Revvin' up my engine like a 747 baby Shiney lankey long and lean What a scene I'm gonna take my silver dollar Change it into quarters Shove 'em in the record machine
Baby said she loved me Then she went and left me Causin' such an awful scene What a scene I'm gonna take my silver dollar Change it into quarters Shove 'em in the record machine
'Cause I got my own way to rock I got my own way to roll And when you're walkin' that walk It's good for your soul
'Cause I got my own way to rock I got my own way to roll And when you're walkin' that walk It's good for your soul
Bee bop a lula babe Wake up little Susie Yes it's me and I'm in love again Come on lover, got a hole lotta shakin' I like it like that yea
Greased Lightnin' Composer(s): Warren Casey; Jim Jacobs Performer(s): John Travolta; and various other artists
Why this car is automatic It's systematic It's hydromatic Why it's grease lightning (Grease lightning)
We'll get some overhead lifters and some four barrel quads oh yeah (Keep talking whoa keep talking) A fuel injection cutoff and chrome plated rods oh yeah (I'll get the money I'll kill to get the money) With a four speed on the floor they'll be waiting at the door You know that ain't no shit we'll be getting lots of tit In Grease Lightning Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Go grease lightning you're burning up the quarter mile (Grease lightning go grease lightning) Go grease lightning you're coasting through the heat lap trial You are supreme the chicks'll cream for grease lightning Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Purple french tail lights and thirty inch fins oh yeah A Palomino dashboard and duel muffler twins oh yeah With new pistons, plugs, and shocks I can get off my rocks You know that I ain't bragging she's a real pussy wagon Grease lightning Go grease lightning you're burning up the quarter mile (Grease lightning go grease lightning) Go grease lighting you're coasting through the heat lap trial You are supreme the chicks'll cream for grease lightning Go grease lightning you're burning up the quarter mile (Grease lightning go grease lightning) Go grease lighting you're coasting through the hit lap trial You are supreme the chicks'll cream for grease lightning Lightning, lightning, lightning Lightning, lightning, lightning Lightning
Tennessee Composer(s): Russell - Cason Performer(s): Jan & Dean
"Bop-bop-bop"
Sweeter than the birds that go in the trees That's what she meant to me Sweeter than the wine & she looked so fine When she met me in Tennessee I felt so grand when she took my hand And said "Come go with me" Held me tight on a moonlit night Someplace in Tennessee
"Bop-bop-bop"
"Bop-bop-bop"
Sweeter than the birds that go in the trees That's what she meant to me Sweeter than the wine & she looked so fine When I met her in Tennessee I felt so grand when she took my hand And said "Come go with me" Held me tight on a moonlit night Someplace in Tennessee