Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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That's Life Composer(s): Kelly Gordon - Dean Kay First release by: Marian Montgomery - 1964 Covered by multiple other artists
That's life, that's what all the people say You're riding high in April Shot down in May But I know I'm gonna change that tune When I'm back on top, back on top in June
I said that's life, and as funny as it may seem Some people get their kicks Stompin' on a dream But I don't let it, let it get me down 'Cause this fine ol' world it keeps spinning around
I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate A poet, a pawn and a king I've been up and down and over and out And I know one thing Each time I find myself, flat on my face I pick myself up and get back in the race
That's life I tell ya, I can't deny it I thought of quitting baby But my heart just ain't gonna buy it And if I didn't think it was worth one single try I'd jump right on a big bird and then I'd fly
I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate A poet, a pawn and a king I've been up and down and over and out And I know one thing Each time I find myself laying flat on my face I just pick myself up and get back in the race
That's life That's life and I can't deny it Many times I thought of cutting out But my heart won't buy it But if there's nothing shakin' come this here July I'm gonna roll myself up in a big ball and die My, My
Yo soy un hombre pobre Soy muy poco para ti Pero te quiero tanto, tanto y tanto Mi amor es tan sincero Y tú soñando como sueñas Con lujos y riquezas Ni te fijas en mí Cabaretera No olvides que te quiero Te quiero en mi pobreza Y nunca he de cambiar Cabaretera Mi dulce arrabalera Te quiero con el alma Y nunca he de cambiar A Dios tan sólo pido Que tus sueños y caprichos Con lágrimas no tengas que pagar El cielo será cielo La tierra será tierra La vida será siempre igual Cabaretera No olvides que yo te quiero Te quiero en mi pobreza Y nunca he de cambiar Cabaretera Mi novia arrabalera Te quiero con el alma Y nunca he de cambiar
Face The Face Composer(s): Pete Townsend Performer(s): The Who; Champ!
We've got to face the face
You must have heard the cautionary tales The dangers hidden on the cul-de-sac trails >From wiser men who have been through it all And the ghosts of failures spray-canned up on the wall
We've got to judge the judge Got to find the finds We've got to scheme the schemes Have to line the lines We must stake the stakes And show the shown We must take the takes And know the known Try to place the place Where we can face the face
Face the face-got to Face the face
You must have tried and the defied belief Maybe found futility in insular grief I need your hunger just as you need mine A million appetites can swallow up time
We've got to fool the fools And plan the plans We must rule the rules Got to stand the stands We must fight the fight And fall the falls We must light the light And call the calls We must race the race So we can face the face
New York! Chicago! London and Glasgow! Keep looking!
Keep on cooking Keep on looking Gotta stay on this case Study the pix Watch the fix We've got to find the face
That's How Young I Feel Composer(s): Jerry Herman Performer(s): Bobby Hackett; Jonah Jones; Angela Lansbury
Mame and All: I have the feeling that time has halted I'd like two straws and a choc'late malted 'Cause that's how young I feel I feel like peckin' and bunny huggin' And Lindy hoppin' and jitterbuggin' 'Cause that's how young I feel I'm mad for that big band beat Wanna ride in a rumble seat (Sheldon's got the Chevvy) Love a faceful of frozen custard To have a hot dog with sand and mustard And ride the Ferris wheel Oh, honey 'Cause that's how young I feel I'm ready to ask my mom Can I go to the Junior Prom (Sheldon's got the Chevvy) Want a coonskin to knock about with To start each mornin' by givin' out With a Rudy Vallee squeal Oh, honey 'Cause that's how young I feel
I find I'm faced with that old sensation Will life go on after graduation 'Cause that's how young I feel I'd love to cheer at a football rally And swap sorority pins with Sally 'Cause that's how young I feel Love a faceful of frozen custard To have a hot dog with sand and mustard And ride the Ferris wheel Oh, honey 'Cause that's how young I feel Young I feel Young I feel Young I feel That's how young How you, yeah, I feel!
Cabaret
Composer(s): Fred Ebb - John Kander
First performance by: Jill Haworth - 1966
Covered by multiple other artists
What good is sitting alone in your room? Come hear the music play Life is a cabaret, old chum come to the cabaret Put down the knitting, the book, and the broom Time for a holiday Life is a cabaret, old chum come to the cabaret Come taste the wine come hear the band come blow your horn start celebrating right this way your table's waiting No use permitting some prophet of doom to wipe every smile away Life is a cabaret, old chum so come to the cabaret! I used to have this girlfriend known as Elsie with whom I shared four sorbid rooms in Chelsea She wasn't what you'd call a blushing flower As a matter of fact she rented by the hour The day she died the neighbours came to snicker "Well, that's what comes from too much pills and liquor" But when I saw her laid out like a queen she was the happiest... corpse... I'd ever seen I think of Elsie to this very day I remember how she'd turned to me and say "What good is sitting alone in your room? Come hear the music play Life is a cabaret, old chum come to the cabaret And as for me as for me I made my mind up, back in Chelsea when I go, I'm going like Elsie Start by admitting from cradle to tomb isn't that long a stay Life is a cabaret, old chum it's only a cabaret, old chum And I love the cabaret
Fabulous Character Composer(s): Bennie Benjamin Performer(s): Sarah Vaughan
To me he's a fabulous character (He's near and I glow) A fabulous character (And I love him so) He walks by my side And I dance on air I find he's kind of a special guy (My heart can't be wrong) I kiss him and I know why (My life is a song) He's so marvelous No one can compare Till now my life was a merry-go-round I never knew a carefree day And then it happened, I suddenly found The someone who could make me feel this way To me he's a fabulous character (He's all I can see) A fabulous character (And he'll always be) What's more fabulous He belongs to me
That's How It Goes Composer(s): W. Merrill - Robert Allen Performer(s): George Maharis
Well here I go again, another sleepless night Left with a broken heart since we have been apart And if you only knew the tears I cried for you I guess when you're in love that's how it goes
They say all over town you've found another guy And now he's kissing you the way I used to do Well go and have your fling, you're still my everything I guess when you're in love that's how it goes
But if you find I'm on your mind Remember this I'll still be here
There's nothing left for me, there is no happiness So how can I go on Sweetheart, now that you're gone But I still hope and pray that you'll come back someday I guess when you're in love that's how it goes
But if you find I'm on your mind Remember this I'll still be here
There's nothing left for me, there is no happiness So how can I go on Sweetheart, now that you're gone But I still hope and pray that you'll come back someday I guess when you're in love that's how it goes I guess when you're in love that's how it goes I guess when you're in love that's how it goes
Caballo Que No Galopa
Composer(s): Horacio Guarany
Performer(s): Horacio Guarany; El Chango Nieto
Caballo que no galopa va derecho al pisadero y al que lo topa la muerte va derechito al infierno Andar sólo y galopando como quien se va perdiendo con el alma dolorida caminito de los cerros Andar solo y galopando como quien se va nomás las lágrimas bajo el poncho porque no es de hombre llorar
(Estribillo)
Mi caballito querido ésta te pido nomás nos han echado los perros pero no me han de alcanzar Caballo que no galopa va derecho al pisadero estrella que no hace noche se alumbra con el lucero Soy jinete de la noche voy galopando hacia el alba ando lejos de mi tierra por no vender mi guitarra Soy jinete de la noche algún día aclarará sólo le pido a mi tierra que no me quiera olvidar
That's How I Need You Composer(s): Joe McCarthy - Joe Goodwin - Al. Piantadosi
Sometimes when someone needs something, something to make someone glad why couldn't something help someone, Why should that someone be sad? You are the something I mean, dear, I am the someone so blue Love is so hard to explain dear, I only know that I need you
Something could change someone's world, dear Something could brighten the sky something could make someone happy, if something only would try Someone is waiting and hoping, hoping to have someone near I am the someone, who's waiting, you are the something so dear
Like the roses need their fragrance, like a sweetheart needs a kiss like the summer needs the sunshine, like a laddie needs a miss like a broken heart needs gladness, like the flowers need the dew like a baby needs its mother, that's how I need you
Gypsies, Tramps And Thieves Composer(s): Bob Stone Performer(s): Cher; and various other artists
I was born in the wagon of a travelin' show My mama used to dance for the money they'd throw Papa would do whatever he could Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of Doctor Good
Gypsies, tramps, and thieves We'd hear it from the people of the town They'd call us gypsies, tramps, and thieves But every night all the men would come around And lay their money down
Picked up a boy just south of Mobile Gave him a ride, filled him with a hot meal I was sixteen, he was twenty-one Rode with us to Memphis And Papa woulda shot him if he knew what he'd done
Gypsies, tramps, and thieves We'd hear it from the people of the town They'd call us gypsies, tramps, and thieves But every night all the men would come around And lay their money down
I never had schoolin' but he taught me well With his smooth southern style Three months later I'm a girl in trouble And I haven't seen him for a while Oh, no, I haven't seen him for a while
She was born in the wagon of a travelin' show Her mama had to dance for the money they'd throw Grandpa'd do whatever he could Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of Doctor Good
Gypsies, tramps, and thieves We'd hear it from the people of the town They'd call us gypsies, tramps, and thieves But every night all the men would come around And lay their money down
Gypsies, tramps, and thieves We'd hear it from the people of the town They'd call us gypsies, tramps, and thieves But every night all the men would come around And lay their money down
That's Him Over There Composer(s): Marilyn Bergman - Lew Spence Performer(s): Nina Simone; Peggy Lee
I see your face in this room full of faces I'm trying hard not to stare Strange to see you again, here of all places That's him over there
My baby looks the same as he did when I met him I'd know that laugh anywhere It was foolish of me to think I'd forget him That's him over there
I wish I could be the girl at his side The one who has taken my place Can everyone see what I'm trying to hide Isn't it written all over my face?
I guess that you kow what extremes I have gone to To prove that I didn't care You were so anxious to meet the dream I've hung onto Well, that's him, that's my Jim, over there
Caballero
Composer(s): Louis Poterat - Francis López
Performer(s): Georges Guétary; M. Coste Orch.
Un Caballero revient de Grenade! Un Caballero chante son aubade! Un Caballero n'est pas un poète! Un Caballero n'en fait qu'à sa tête! Mais fais attention toi qui sans façon Ris d'un air moqueur, ma belle! Car je peux d'un bond franchir ton balcon Pour prendre ton cur rebelle ...
Devant tes rideaux, doux comme un agneau Mon chant dans la nuit s'attarde... Mais l'agneau d'un coup se transforme en loup Quand on rit de lui... prends garde! Ah!
Un Caballero repart pour Grenade! Un Caballero chante son aubade! Ton Caballero n'est pas un poète! Son cur est si gros qu'il en perd la tête Mais sur son cheval, un soir c'est fatal Il t'emportera ma belle ... Tu seras punie d'avoir ri de lui Et tu lui seras fidèle... Jusqu'à ce qu'un jour s'en aille l'amour Qui chante sous ta fenêtre... Alors regrettant sa chanson d'antan Tout bas tu diras peut-être...
O Caballero... O Caballero... O Caballero! Adios, adios, au revoir!
Gypsy, Joe And Me Composer(s): Dolly Parton Performer(s): Dolly Parton
We might have slept in a rail yard
or camped by the river bank We fed ourselves from the fruit of the land And quenched our thirst with rain We never did allow no roots to grow beneath our feet Life just had no pattern for Gypsy, Joe and me
All we had was each other and the rags upon our back The closest thing to a home we new was some abandoned shack But we had all we needed and the rest we didn't need Life was free and simple for Gypsy, Joe and me
Now Gypsy was my little dog, I found by the road in a ditch And so I named him Gypsy, cause that name just seemed to fit Oh and Joe he was my man, the flower of my soul Thou he never said he loved me, I just always seemed to know
While standing by the highway, thumbin' for a ride The speeding wheels of a passing car, took Gypsy's life I lost him where I found him and his loss was misery Now there's no more Gypsy, there's just Joe and me
Well the winter came and the snow did fall And the night was cold and still And the rags we wore were not enough And Joe he caught the chill And he told me how he loved me And in my arms he went to sleep Now there's no more Gypsy, no more Joe, there's just me
While standin' here on the edge of this bridge Lookin' down I see The face of Joe and Gypsy, lookin' back at me And somewhere in the distance I can hear them callin' me Tonight we'll be together again Gypsy, Joe and me
Thats Him Composer(s): Ogden Nash - Kurt Weill Performer(s): multiple artists
You know the way you feel when there is autumn in the air Thats him, thats him The way you feel when Antoine has finished with your hair Thats him, thats him You know the way you feel when you smell fresh bread baking The way you feel when, oh, your aching back stops aching Wonderful world, wonderful you, thats him, thats him, thats him
Be simple as a breeze that blows in summer Be natural, not actuary Hes like a plumber when you need a plumber Mmm, hes satisfactory You know the way you feel at movies when the lights grow dimmer The way you feel when overnight your hips grow slimmer Wonderful world, wonderful you Say, cest Paris, say New York, sa-voury
In the darkest caves and hallways, I would know him always Cause I would see that hes the one for me How could I pass by him when Id identify him so easily Because you know the way you feel about a rhapsody in blue His eyes are blue His eyes are brown! His are on the town The way you feel about a hat created just for you, thats him, thats him Hes Christmas, hes collar, hes a coke with cherries Lets face it girls hes a man - hes necessary Wonderful world, wonderful you, thats him, thats him
Cab Driver
Composer(s): C. Carson Parks
Performer(s): The Mills Brothers; Gatlin Brothers; Squeeze-bot
Cab Driver, drive by Mary's place I just wanna chance to see her face Don't stop the meter, let it race Cab Driver, drive by Mary's place
Cab Driver, once more round the block Never mind the ticking of the clock I only wish we could have a talk Cab Driver, once more round the block
Cab Driver, once more down the street There's a little place we used to meet That`s where I laid my future at her feet Cab Driver, once more down the street
Cab Driver, wait here by the door Perhaps I'll hold her in my arms once more Then thing's will be just like before Cab Driver, wait here by the door
Cab Driver, better take me home I guess that I was meant to be alone I hope God sends me a love one of my own Cab Driver, better take me home
From nowhere through the caravan Round the campfire light Lovely woman in motion With hair as dark as night Her eyes were like that of a cat in the dark that hypnotized me with love She was a gypsy woman She was a gypsy woman She was a gypsy woman She was a gypsy woman She was a gypsy woman
She danced around and round Guitar's melody From the fire her face was aglow How she enchanted me I'd like to hold her near And kiss her hair and whisper in her ear I love you gypsy woman I love you gypsy woman I love you gypsy woman I love you gypsy woman
All through the caravan She was dancing with all the men Waiting for the rising sun Everyone was having fun Hated to see her go Knowing that she'll never know that I love her that I love her
I love you gypsy woman I love you gypsy woman I love you gypsy woman I love you gypsy woman
Thats Happiness Composer(s): Fred Ebb - Harry Coleman - Paul Klein Performer(s): Alma Cogan; Marion Ryan
The way you say hallo and smile at me each time we meet The way you take my hand and walk beside me down the street The way you say you need me Thats happiness
The way you speak my name and make it sound just like a sigh The way you cheer me up when fortune seems to pass me by The way you say you want me Thats happiness
The many tender things youve told me The gentle kisses that we shared The way your arms were meant to hold me Each time that I begin to cry
Although it well may be youll never be a millionaire It wouldnt bother me as long as you are always there Just to know you love me Thats happiness
Although it well may be youll never be a millionaire It wouldnt bother me as long as you are always there Just to know you love me Thats happiness
Ça, C'est Paris
Composer(s): José Padilla - Lucienne Boyer - Jacques Charles
Performer(s): Mistinguett
and multiple other artists
Paris c'est une blonde Qui plaît à tout le monde Le nez retroussé l'air moqueur Les yeux toujours rieurs Tous ceux qui la connaissent Grisés par ses caresses S'en vont mais reviennent toujours Paris à tes amours!
La petite vogue de Paris Malgré ce qu'on en dit A les mêmes attraits qu'Hollywood Oui mais... Elle possède à ravir La manière de s'en servir Elle a perfectionné la façon de se donner Ça, c'est Paris! Ça, c'est Paris!
Paris c'est une blonde Qui plaît à tout le monde Le nez retroussé l'air moqueur Les yeux toujours rieurs Tous ceux qui la connaissent Grisés par ses caresses S'en vont mais reviennent toujours Paris à ton amour! Ça, c'est Paris! Ça, c'est Paris!
