Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Animal Trainer And The Toad Composer(s): Leslie West - Sue Palmer Performer(s): Mountain
For many a year I was so confused and didnt know what to play But then I met a man who picked up his horn and showed me just what to say
He was skinny and lean and he kept himself clean and he knew how to write them tunes Then came a day when we started to play And you know we conquered the moon
I'm in a band A rock and roll band I'm in a band
We called him Beethoven and then we showed them exactly where we wanted to go So we started a band and toured all the land A-rakin' in all of that dough
We smoked a few cigs and we played a few gigs and never missed nearly a one We covered the States and we hit the Great Lakes And boy, did we have us some fun
I'm in a band A rock and roll band I'm in a band
We had an idea so we put it in gear and soon we were out on the road We did it to play and they started to say The Animal Trainer and the Toad
El sol quedo dibujado sobre la esquina la noche se fue a dormir con la luna clara la gente va despertando de la rutina mi calle latina empieza a mostrar la cara
Gentes de todas partes de mi América inmortal mosaico de piel morena que sabe a fiesta y a carnaval
Gente que está orgullosa de nuestra música y de nuestra raza calle que baila al ritmo mi rica cumbia, merengue y salsa
Soy latino, como tu Orgulloso como tu
Calle latina, calle latina barrio que aprende, jamás olvida
Calle latina, calle latina I love my salsa, I love mi esquina
Family Reunion Composer(s): Kenny Gamble; Leon Huff Performer(s): The O'Jays - 1975; and various other artists
It's so nice to see All the folks you love together Sittin' and talkin' 'bout All the things that's been goin' down
It's been a long, long time Since we had a chance to get together Nobody knows the next time we see each other Maybe years and years from now
Family reunion {Got to have} A family reunion Family reunion {It's so nice to come together} To come together {To get together}
I wish grandma could see The whole family I sure miss her face And her warm and tender embrace
And if grandpa was here I know he'd be smiling for me a tear To see what he has done All the offsprings from his daughters and sons
A family reunion (Gonna have) A family reunion (Ooh, ooh) Family reunion (It's so nice to come together) To come together (To get together)
Ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh... Ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh... At least once a year we should have
Family reunion A family reunion (We need to do it for the young ) Family reunion (It'll be nice, it'll be nice to come together) To come together To get together
Family reunion (Sister knows, heaven knows) A family reunion (It's good to see you) Family reunion (I said we are sinkin' hands, makin' plans) (Maybe next year) To come together (Maybe next year)
A family reunion (Ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...) A family reunion {We gotta have, we gotta have} Family reunion (It'll be nice, it'll be so nice) (To come together) To come together (To get together)
You know the family is the solution to the world's problems today Now let's take a look at the family In the family the father is like the head, the leader, the director Not domineering, but showing love, guidance For everyone else in the family Now if we could get all the fathers of the world To stand up and be fathers That would be great Then we have mothers Who are the right arm of the father There's supposed to-to-to do the cooking Raise the children, do the sewing And help the father to guide and direct Then there's the son The son, most sons are like imitators of their father So we're back again to the father And he is guiding in the right way The son is definitely gonna be alright Then we have the daughter Watching her mother Be-because sooner or later she's gonna be a mother And she'll have her own sons and daughters It don't, it don't just stop there with the family or Of-of yours or mine It's a universal family Under one divine purpose And one divine father That is if we all come together no matter what color, race, creed Because that's all in the head whether you wanna believe it or not 'Cause you'll bleed
Hoo... Family, family reunion It'll be nice, so nice, so nice
Christmas In New Orleans Composer(s): Dick Sherman - Joe Van Winkle Performer(s): Louis Armstrong and multiple other artists
Magnolia trees at night, sparkling bright Fields of cotton look wintery white When it's Christmastime in New Orleans
A barefoot choir in prayer fills the air Mississippi folks gathering there 'Cause it's Christmastime in New Orleans
You'll see a dixieland Santa Claus Leading the band to a good old Creole beat Golly what a spirit, you can only hear it Down on Basin Street
Your kids will disappear, when you hear Hallelujah, St. Nicholas is here When it's Christmastime in New Orleans
You'll see a dixieland Santa Claus A-leading the band to a good, good old Creole beat And golly what a spirit, and you can only hear it A-down on Basin Street
Your kids will disappear, and when you hear Hallelujah, old Santa is near When it's Christmastime in New Orleans
Yes, when it's Christmastime When it's Christmastime in New Orleans
Family Of Noise Composer(s): Adam Ant Performer(s): Adam & The Ants
a lot of people in this great big-world say "love everybody" a lot of people busy busy busy busy busy being very modern
chorus: but the family of noise is here and it's come to save everybody the family of noise is here and it's come to save you and me
it goes: the family of noise is here and it's come to save everybody the family of noise is here and it's come to save you and me a lot of people in the ancient world they loved only quiet and then along came the machine and a new direction the family of noise is here and it's come to save everybody the family of noise is here and it's come to save you and me
it goes: in the morning last thing at night in the darkness standing in the light a lot of people in this great big world just searching for the "pure" sound they're just looking to the machine they don't listen to the noise the family of noise is here and it's come to save you and me -in Croydon
The Anaheim, Azusa & Cucamonga Sewing Circle, Book Review & Timing Association
The Anaheim, Azusa & Cucamonga Sewing Circle, Book Review & Timing Association Composer(s): Don Altfeld - Jan Berry - Roger "Hot Dog Rog" Christian Performer(s): Jan & Dean
They wear organdy dresses & high-button shoes They read Playboy magazine & Hot-Rod News There's Patience Proper & Prudence Prim You oughta see 'em do the spin
They come from Anaheim, Azusa, & Cucamonga too Sewing circle & book review The little old ladies wait in wild anticipation For the meetings of the double-A-C A-S-S-N For the Anaheim, Azusa, & Cucamonga Sewing Circle, Book Review, & Timing Association
They toot around town in their big Grand Prixes Sittin' in their bucket seats, shootin' the breeze You know that all week long they put up jammin' preserves But on the weekend they negotiate curves
They come from Anaheim, Azusa, & Cucamonga too Sewing circle & book review The little old ladies wait in wild anticipation For the meetings of the double-A-C A-S-S-N For the Anaheim, Azusa, & Cucamonga Sewing Circle, Book Review, & Timing Association
The meeting breaks up with a thunderous roar Then there's a mad mad rush for the big old door They run to their cars like the start at LeMond's They make the spin donuts in their lawns
They come from Anaheim, Azusa, & Cucamonga too Sewing circle & book review The little old ladies wait in wild anticipation For the meetings of the double-A-C A-S-S-N For the Anaheim, Azusa, & Cucamonga Sewing Circle, Book Review, & Timing Association
(repeat): Go grannies, go grannies, go grannies go...
Call The Doctor
Composer(s): J.J. Cale
Performer(s): J.J. Cale
and multiple other artists
Somebody call for the doctor, I think Im sick Aint had my medicine in over a week My minds fine but my body feels weak Call the doctor, I think Im sick A shady lady took all my bread Ravished my body, lord, and messed with my head I dont know but Ive had my fill Call the doctor and tell him Im ill My moneys gone and Ive got no place to go I dont believe Ive ever felt so low If youve got the time while you hang around Call the doctor and tell him Im down
Family Doctor Composer(s): James Griffin; Robb Royer Performer(s): Bread
Went to my family doctor For a pain inside my head Told him that since you left me I was feelin' like just about dead Doctor, what can you give me And should I take one or two Can you tell me just what it's gonna do Will it save me from what I'm goin' through Will it ease the pain Will it ease the pain Will it help to pacify my brain He told me not to worry He said to come back next week He asked me for a picture Of the girl who made me lose my sleep Well, all week long I suffered Didn't know what to do But went back to him when the week was Through And he gave me an artificial you And it eased the pain Yes, it eased the pain It completely satisfied my brain
I need me a destination I ain't the kinda cat's gon' just jump in his car an' drive I'm usin' my transportation so then when am I going to arrive?
and I guess it's just the American in me and I guess it's just the way I'm apt to be and I guess it's just
they're stoppin' me out on the freeway 'n they ask of me what I do and where I'm bound I used to get a lot more leeway hey, well, now I get a lot more down
and I guess it's just the American in me and I guess it's just the way I'm apt to be and I guess it's just
the off ramp backed up miles today and the carbon fumes were drifting towards the sky the sky began to cry and the thunder booms
an' I'm back once again on the car lot an' I ain't even paid for that thing I drove up in yet well, I might make a trade an' I might not but I know I'll remain in debt
Call On Me Composer(s): Sam Andrew Performer(s): Janis Joplin
Well, baby, when times are bad Now call on me, darling, and I'll come to you When you're in trouble and feel so sad Well, call on me, darling, come on call on me, and I'll help you Yeah!
A man and a woman have each other, baby To find their way in this world I need you, darling, like the fish needs the sea Don't take your sweet, your sweet love from me
Baby, when you're down and feel so blue Well, no, you won't drown, darling, I'll be there too You're not alone, I'm there too Whatever your troubles, honey, I don't care
A man and a woman have each other, baby To find their way in this world I need you, darling, like the fish needs the sea Don't take your sweet, sweet love from me!
Please! So baby, when times are bad Call on me, darling, just call on me
Family Affair Composer(s): Sylvester "Sly Stone" Stewart Performer(s): Steve Winwood
It's a family affair ....
One child grows up to be somebody that just loves to learn And another child grows up to be someone who needs concern Mother loves both of them, you see it's in the blood Father loves both of them, blood's thicker than the mud
It's a family affair ....
Newly-wed a year ago, still checkin' each other out Nobody wants to blow, nobody wants to be left out You can't leave cos your heart is there But you can't stay cos you been somewhere else You can't cry cos you look broke down But you cry anyway cos you're all broke down
Altar Boy And The Thief Composer(s): Joan Baez Performer(s): Joan Baez
At night in the safety of shadows and numbers Seeking some turf on which nothing encumbers The buying and selling of casual looks Stuff that gets printed in x-rated books Your mother might have tried to understand When you were hardly your daddy's little man And you gave up saluting the chief To find yourself some relief
Finely plucked eyebrows and skin of satin Smiling seductive and endlessly Latin Olympic body on dancing feet Perfume thickening the air like heat A transient star of gay bar fame You quit your job and changed your name And you're nearly beyond belief As you hunt down a little relief
The seven foot black with the emerald ring Broke up a fight without saying a thing As the cops cruised by wanting one more chance To send Jimmy Baldwin back over to France And a trucker with kids and a wife Prefers to spend half of his life In early Bohemian motif Playing pool and getting relief
My favorite couple was looking so fine Dancing in rhythm and laughing in rhyme In the light of the jukebox all yellow and blue Holding each other as young lovers do To me they will always remain Unshamed, untamed, and unblamed The altar boy and the thief Grabbing themselves some relief
The altar boy and the thief Catching a little relief
Call Of The Wild Composer(s): Tillman Franks Performer(s): Frankie Laine
My mother was gypsy, my father a wayfarin' man My home was the river, the mountains and warm desert sand The roar of a train, or a mad raging sea is The call of the wild and it's callin' to me My restless heart keeps repeatin' I have to be free There's memories to haunt me and torture my wild savage soul The heat in my veins like the beating of drums makes me roar You want me to stay but I know I must roam For the call of the wild keeps a-callin' me on Your kisses are sweet but I know that I have to be free No woman can tame me or chain me or tie me for life There's oft times a sweetheart but never, oh never a wife Born to be happy but born to be free I never look back for I know it must be It's the call of the wild and I know that it's callin' to me There are strange foreign lands that keep callin', yes callin' to me To the wide open spaces I know that I'm destined to be A slave to a voice much stronger than a hand That can bring out the beast deep in my kind of man It's the call of the wild and I'll have to obey, to obey To obey it's command
Herr und Frau Kabeljau glotzen Video und TV Ständig rappelt der Recorder und die Pizza kommt per Fernsehorder Kabelfernsehen BTX Computerspiele tausend Tricks Pantoffel-Cockpit, Heimpiloten das sind echte Videoten
Und das Hänschen spielt so gerne Krieg der Knöpfe, Krieg der Sterne richtig süchtig, Atari-Junkie voll verseuchtes kleines Kranki Und man sieht ihn auch vor'm Testbild liegen und sich ohne Grund vor Lachen biegen und überhaupt, wie toll, denkt er, dass man mit Computi besser spiel'n kann als mit Jan von nebenan
Familie Kabeljau glotzt die Non-Stop-Schau mit dem Vierkantauge im Gesicht und der Erleuchtung im dunklen Flimmerlicht Familie Kabeljau sieht die Horrorschau mit dem Schlafwagenhirn und der Neandertalstirn Ja, in den Kabeln hängt der hohle Kopf wie an einem Tropf
Und es sprach der Herr Minister Dr. h. c. Kabelknister von der schönen neuen Welt Keine Arbeit, trotzdem Geld! Ja, der Mikrochip aus Taiwan macht die Arbeit dann und wenn dann nix mehr zu tun is, fahr'n wir nach Tunis Wo wir in der Sonne sitzen und ganz locker um die Ecke schwitzen
Familie Kabeljau glotzt die Non-Stop-Schau mit dem Vierkantauge im Gesicht und der Erleuchtung im dunklen Flimmerlicht Familie Kabeljau sieht die Horrorschau mit dem Schlafwagenhirn und der Neandertalstirn Die Hirne sind total verödet Macht ja nix, wenn man verblödet
Christmas In My Heart (Letter From A Soldier) Performer(s): Dave Foss
When I was nine years old, I woke up on Christmas mornin' Dragged you out of bed, down the stairs and to the tree I didn't know back then that your head had just hit your pillow Stayin' up all night, wrappin' Christmas presents just for me
So I thank you, Mom, you're an inspiration Your endless smile is my salvation Because of you, I got Christmas right here in my heart
Seventeen years old, I woke up on Christmas mornin' Only three short months since Mom, she passed away Still you found the time, Dad, to make Christmas somethin' special You kept our spirits high, I think about it to this day
So I thank you, Dad, you're an inspiration Your endless strength is my salvation Because of you, I got Christmas right here in my heart
Christmas in my heart, it may seem crazy here In my barracks layin' so very far away But I know my job is to serve my country And I think about you all, each and ev'ry day
Now I'm twenty-nine, as I write this on Christmas mornin' And I bless the day that we shared our wedding vows When I close my eyes, it seems that you're right beside me By the grace of God, I'll make it back to you somehow
So I thank you, Girl, you're an inspiration Your endless love is my salvation Because of you, I got Christmas right here in my heart
And because of you, I got Christmas right here in my heart
Call Me The Breeze
Composer(s): J.J. Cale
First release by: J.J. Cale - 1972
Covered by multiple other artists
They call me the breeze, I keep blowing down the road They call me the breeze, I keep blowing down the road I ain't got me nobody, I ain't carrying me no load Ain't no change in the weather, ain't no change in me Ain't no change in the weather, ain't no change in me I ain't hidin' from nobody, ain't nobody hidin' from me I got that green light, babe, I got to keep moving on I got that green light, babe, I got to keep moving on I might go out to California, might go down to Georgia, might stay home
Fame And Fortune Composer(s): Mick Ralphs Performer(s): Bad Company
Sittin' in the back of a limousine, feelin' just like a king All the girls come runnin' to you, you're the latest thing Sittin' up there at the top of the charts, lookin' like Mr. Cool You take all the money, steal their hearts, they'll come runnin' to you
Your fame and your fortune, look what it brought you All your fame and your fortune, you better take a look around With your fame and your fortune, careful who you talk to Or the fame and your fortune, watch it all tumble down, yeah, oh listen now
Now you're lookin' for inspiration, somethin' to say When you find that it don't come easy, you find them running away You had it all in the palm of your hand, and let it slip away You made it big, ooh so big, and then you threw it all away
All your fame and your fortune, look what it brought you Fame and your fortune, hey you better take another look At your fame and your fortune, it set you up, then it caught you Fame and your fortune, surely gonna let you down, hey tell me now
All your fame and your fortune, look what it brought you Take your fame and your fortune, wait and take a look around For your fame and your fortune, who do you talk to 'Bout your fame and your fortune, as it all comes tumbling down
Fame and your fortune, fame and your fortune, yes all come tumbling down Fame and your fortune, fame and your fortune, all comes tumbling down...
The Alligator Pond Went Dry Composer(s): Victoria Spivey Performer(s): Victoria Spivey
Folks, I'm telling you something that I saw with my own eyes As I passed the pond one day The old alligator was teaching his babies to do the Georgia Grind And I heard one of them say "This is a social But the alligator pond's going dry Yes, it is a social But the alligator pond's going dry!" Now, old Mister Alligator, he got way back He said, "Look out, children, I'm going to throw it off my back" Oh, it was a social But the alligator pond went dry! Lord, it must have been a social For the alligator pond went dry Oh, it must have been a social For the alligator pond to go dry! Now, old Mister Alligator, he got real hot He said, "We're gonna have this function whether there's water or not!" Oh, it was a social For the alligator pond went dry! Lord, if you don't believe what I'm saying, ask old Alligator Jack Wasn't a drop of water in the pond when he got back It was a social But the alligator pond went dry!
Call Me Mr. In-Between
Composer(s): Harlan Howard
Performer(s): Burl Ives; Harlan Howard
(Mr. In-Between, Mr. In-Between) (Pickin's mighty lean, Mr. In-Between)
Well, I'm too old for girls and I'm too young for women I've looked all around and my hopes are a-dimmin' I feel like a fish not allowed any swimmin' And it makes a fella mean To feel he's a part of the Lost Generation I feel like a choo-choo that can't find the station I work like a dog with no recreation They call me Mr. In-Between
(Mr. In-Between, Mr. In-Between) (Makes a fella mean, Mr. In-Between)
Got a hotrod Chevy with a twin carburetor And I know a gal that's a real sharp tomater And she's got a Daddy with a Caddy that'll date 'er You see what I mean Those sweet little things just set me a-droolin' I'm too big for sodas and I'm too old for schoolin' Too young for lovin' but I'm too old for foolin' They call me Mr. In-Between
(Mr. In-Between, Mr. In-Between) (Tries to live so clean, Mr. In-Between)
I feel like a sailboat kept in a bottle I feel like an engineer that can't find the throttle I'm too small to walk but I'm too big to toddle And, Lordy, I'm turnin' green To see all the men makin' time with the ladies The high school kids at the show with their babies While I run around like a dog with the rabies They call me Mr. In-Between
(Mr. In-Between, Mr. In-Between) (Better leave the scene, Mr. In-Between)
