Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Grass Is Always Greener Composer(s): Fred Ebb - John Kander Performer(s): Lauren Bacall & Marilyn Cooper
I`ll Bet Your Friends Are All Celebrities
That`s Wonderful! What`s So Wonderful?
You Can Make A Pot Roast
That`s Wonderful! What`s So Wonderful?
First You Brown An Onion Is Your Picture Up At Sardi`s?
That`s Wonderful! What`s So Wonderful?
You Can Clean An Oven
That`s Wonderful! What`s So Wonderful?
First You Get The E-Z Off! Ah, The Grass Is Always Greener On Somebody Else`s Estate Ah, The Meat Is Always Leaner On Somebody Else`s Dinner Plate But You Can Sew A Button On
That`s Wonderful! What`s So Wonderful?
Bet You Go To Discos
That`s Wonderful! What`s So Wonderful?
First You Take A Valium! I Can See You Planning Picnics
That`s Wonderful! What`s So Wonderful?
Eating At The White House!
That`s Wonderful! What`s So Wonderful?
First They Pass The Jelly Beans Ah, The Grass Is Always Greener On Somebody Else`s Front Lawn Ah, Somebody Else`s Wiener Always Has A Lot More Relish On You Saved The Whales In New Foundland
That`s Wonderful! What`s So Wonderful?
You Can Run A Household
That`s Wonderful! What`s So Wonderful?
First You Have A Breakdown You`re Always In The Magazines
That`s Wonderful! What`s So Wonderful?
You Can Hold A Husband
That`s Wonderful! What`s So Wonderful?
There`s More To Life Than Husbands I Could Use A Husband You Can Have My Husband I`ve Already Had Your Husband! Ah, It Makes You Kind Of Teary Ah, Think About It, Dearie The Grass Is Always Greener In Someone Else`s Yard It`s Hard! I`ll Bet You Always Ride In Limousines
That`s Wonderful! What`s So Wonderful?
You`ve Got Time For Luncheons
That`s Wonderful! What`s So Wonderful?
First You Sell The Tupperware The Public Wants Your Autograph
That`s Wonderful! What`s So Wonderful?
You Raised A Teenaged Daughter
That`s Wonderful! What`s So Wonderful?
First You Find Her Diaphragm Ah, The Grass Is Always Greener Where Some Other Tenant Pays Rent Ah, The Teeth Are Always Cleaner In Somebody Else`s Polident Do You Know Who Your Neighbors Are?
That`s Wonderul! What`s So Wonderful?
You Know Rona Barrett
That`s Wonderful! What`s So Wonderful?
First You Keep Your Mouth Shut I Bet You Squeeze The Charmin
That`s Wonderful! What`s So Wonderful?
You Can Make Headline
That`s Wonderful! What`s So Wonderful?
I`d Rather Have A Pot Roast So Go Brown An Onion And Have Some Peace And Quiet You`ve Already Had My Husband! Ah, Everyone`s A Victim Of This Ducky Little Dictum The Grass Is Always Greener In Somebody Else`s Yard It`s Hard!
Cerdes (Outside The Gates Of)
Composer(s): Gary Brooker - Keith Reid
Performer(s): Procol Harum
Outside the gates of Cerdes sits the two-pronged unicorn who plays at relaxation time a rhinestone flugelhorn whilst mermaids lace carnations into wreaths for ailing whales and Neptune dances hornpipes while Salome sheds her veils
Phallus Phil tries peddling his pewter painted pot but Sousa Sam can only hear the screams of Peep the sot who only sips his creme de menthe from terra cotta cups and exhales menthol scented breath whilst spewing verbiage up
Down technical blind alleys live the wraiths of former dreams And Greeps who often crossed them are no longer what they seem And even Christian Scientists can but display marble plaques Which only retell legends whilst my eyes reach out for facts Yeah, my eyes reach out for facts
Forgive Me Composer(s): Wiley Walker; Gene Sullivan Performer(s): Ernest Tubb
I left you and left you broken hearted I left you and now I cant forget I thought then that I could live without you Forgive me and Ill make you happy yet
Forgive me for all the pain Ive caused you Forgive me for unkind words Ive said I thought once that I could live without you Im paying with a broken heart instead
Ah Leon
I wish I had never made you blue Sweetheart I wish I could live it over now I know now that I cant live without you Forgive me and Ill make it up somehow
Forgive me for all the pain Ive caused you Forgive me for unkind words Ive said I thought once that I could live without you Im paying with a broken heart instead
Cercami Composer(s): Gianluca Podio - Renato Zero First release by: Renato Zero - 1998 Covered by multiple other artists
Cercami, come e quando e dove vuoi cercami, è più facile che mai cercami, non soltanto nel bisogno tu cercami, con la volontà e l'impegno, rinventami Se mi vuoi allora cercami di più tornerò solo se ritorni tu sono stato invadente, eccessivo lo so il pagliaccio di sempre, anche quello era amore però Questa vita ci ha puniti già troppe quelle verità che ci son rimaste dentro Oggi che fatica che si fa come è finta l'allegria, quanto amaro disincanto Io sono qui, insultami feriscimi sono così, tu prendimi o cancellami adesso sì tu mi dirai che uomo mai ti aspetti io mi berrò l'insicurezza che mi dai l'anima mai farò tacere pure lei se mai vivrò di questa clandestinità per sempre
Fidati, che hanno un peso gli anni miei fidati, e sorprese non ne avrai sono quello che vedi io pretese non ho se davvero mi credi di cercarmi non smettere no Questa vita ci ha puniti già l'insoddisfazione qua c'ha raggiunti facilmente così poco abili anche noi a non dubitare mai di una libertà indecente Io sono qui ti seguirò ti basterò non resterò una riserva questo no dopo di che quale altra alternativa può salvarci Io resto qui mettendo a rischio i giorni miei scomodo sì perché non so tacere mai adesso sai senza un movente non vivrei comunque Cercami, cercami, non smettere
Forget Me Not Composer(s): Herbie Kalin; Harold Kalin Performer(s): The Kalin Twins
Forget the fellows that you knew before You ain't a gonna see them anymore Forget the trip that you were gonna take Forget it all, but for goodness sake Forget me not Forget me not You're all I got Forget me not
Forget the dating ev'ry Friday night I ain't a gonna let you out of sight I'm going out and buy a wedding ring So you can start forgetting ev'ry thing Forget me not Forget me not You're all I got Forget me not
Forget the fellows at the candy store 'Cause you ain't a gonna see them anymore Forget the talking on the telephone Tell your ma to tell them you're not home Forget me not Forget me not You're all I got Forget me not
Forget the way you roll them big blue eyes At all those big and handsome foot-ball guys Forget the meeting all the gang at three From now on you're walking home with me Forget me not Forget me not You're all I got Forget me not
The Grand Illusion Composer(s): Dennis DeYoung Performer(s): Styx
Welcome to the Grand illusion Come on in and see what's happening Pay the price, get your tickets for the show The stage is set, the band starts playing Suddenly your heart is pounding Wishing secretly you were a star
But don't be fooled by the radio The TV or the magazines They show you photographs of how your life should be But they're just someone else's fantasy So if you think your life is complete confusion Because you never win the game Just remember that it's a Grand illusion And deep inside we're all the same We're all the same...
So if you think your life is complete confusion Because your neighbors got it made Just remember that it's a Grand illusion And deep inside we're all the same We're all the same...
America spells competition, join us in our blind ambition Get yourself a brand new motor car Someday soon we'll stop to ponder what on Earth's this spell we're under We made the grade and still we wonder who the hell we are
C'era Un Ragazzo Che Come Me Amava I Beatles E I Rolling Stones
C'era Un Ragazzo Che Come Me Amava I Beatles E I Rolling Stones
((Portuguese Version: Era Um Garoto Que Como Eu Amava Os Beatles E Os Rolling Stones (Os Incríveis) - 1967))
Composer(s): Mauro Lusini - Francesci Migliacci
First release by: Gianni Morandi - 1966
Covered by multiple other artists
C'era un ragazzo che come me amava i Beatles e i Rolling Stones girava il mondo, veniva da gli Stati Uniti d'America Non era bello ma accanto a sé aveva mille donne se cantava «Help» e «Ticket to ride» o «Lady Jane» o «Yesterday» Cantava «Viva la libertà» ma ricevette una lettera la sua chitarra mi regalò fu richiamato in America Stop! coi Rolling Stones! Stop! coi Beatles Stop! Gli han detto vai nel Vietnam e spara ai Vietcong... Ta ta ta ta ta... C'era un ragazzo che come me amava i Beatles e i Rolling Stones girava il mondo, ma poi finì a far la guerra nel Vietnam Capelli lunghi non porta più non suona la chitarra ma uno strumento che sempre dà la stessa nota ratatata Non ha più amici, non ha più fans vede la gente cadere giù nel suo paese non tornerà adesso è morto nel Vietnam Stop! coi Rolling Stones! Stop! coi Beatles Stop! Nel petto un cuore più non ha ma due medaglie o tre... Ta ta ta ta ta...
Forget Me Never Composer(s): Fred Wise; Ben Weisman Performer(s): Elvis Presley
If I should go, forget me never Please say that you'll remember me I pray the dreams we share together Will shine on in your memory
Each time a star falls out of heaven It leaves the sky a deeper blue So if we part, forget me never And don't forget my love for you And don't forget my love for you
The Grand Hotel (Traditional) Performer(s): Mad Pudding
There's a place in Vancouver you all know so well It's a place where they keep rot-gut whiskey to sell They also keep boarders and keep them like hell And the name of the place is the Grand Hotel
In the Grand Hotel when the loggers come in It's amusing to see the proprietor grin He knows they've got money, he'll soon have it all "Come on, boys, have a drink!" you will hear Tommy call
Oh, the bartender laughs as the money rolls in They drink beer and whiskey, champagne, rum and gin Till they all get so boozy they can't drink no more And the loggers lay scattered all over the floor
"Four bits for your bed, though you slept on the floor And the breakfast you missed, that will be four bits more And a four dollar meal ticket good at the bar And a pass back to camp on the old Cassiar"
There's a place in Vancouver you all know so well It's a place where they keep rot-gut whiskey to sell They also keep boarders and keep them like hell And the name of the place is the Grand Hotel
Central Park Arrest
Composer(s): Lynsey De Paul
First release by: Thunderthighs - 1974
I was walking through the park Looking for strangers There was something in the dark Doo, doo-doo-doo, doo, doo, doo-doo Then I jumped back in a fright Was there a danger? I knew something wasn't right Doo, doo-doo-doo, doo, doo, doo-doo Doo, doo-doo-doo, doo, doo, doo-doo
Come out, I know that you're there I have a gun, so you'd better beware
Stop, in the name of the law If you want, you have the right to protest Stop, in the name of the law But this is the Central Park Arrest
Didn't know what I should do She was on patrol Was there one or was there two Doo, doo-doo-doo, doo, doo, doo-doo I felt something coming near Losing her control Then I shot out in the air Doo, doo-doo-doo, doo, doo, doo-doo Doo, doo-doo-doo, doo, doo, doo-doo
Come out, I know that you're there I have a gun, so you'd better beware
Stop, in the name of the law If you want, you have the right to protest Stop, in the name of the law But this is the Central Park Arrest
Forget Him Composer(s): Tony Hatch Performer(s): Bobby Rydell; and various other artists
(Forget him, Forget him)
Forget him, if he doesn't love you Forget him, if he doesn't care Don't let him tell you that he wants you 'Cause he can't give you love which isn't there
Oh, little girl, he's never dreaming of you He'll break your heart, you wait and see So don't you cry now, just tell him goodbye now Forget him and please come home to me
(Forget him, if he doesn't love you) (Forget him, if he doesn't care) Don't let him tell you that he wants you 'Cause he can't give you love which isn't there
Oh, little girl, he's never dreaming of you He'll break your heart, you wait and see So don't you cry now, just tell him goodbye now Forget him and please come home to me
No, don't you cry now Better tell him, goodbye now Forget him, and please come home to me
The Grammy Composer(s): Carl Wilson - Myrna Smith Performer(s): Carl Wilson
You invite me to pick up my award After all the time I've been out here My music is still the same Why is it just now getting there? Wonder why this one got such play? Wonder why all the fuss is made? Now the turntables goin' 'round and 'round
Who's the judge of this anyway? My music said what I had to say Who decides if it's wrong or right? The authority with such insite? Wonder why this one got such play? Wonder why all the fuss is made? Now the turntables goin' 'round and 'round
We thought you wanted to be a star You worked so hard to get this far You played all the small time scenes We just wanted to fulfill your dreams You won a grammy, you won a grammy You won a grammy, you won a grammy
Don't think I want to be bothered at all Maybe I'll just give them a call I won't go through pomp and circumstance Anyway, my music isn't fancy You invite me to share my fame I've decided not to play your game Now the turntables goin' 'round and 'round
Patsy Composer(s): Barry Mann; Jack Bulterman; Larry Kolber Performer(s): Rein De Vries
Vlak bij de haven staan heel oude huizen Somber en donker, bouwvallig en koud Daar woont een meisje, ze noemen haar Patsy Zij is het meisje dat veel van me houdt
Kaal en versleten zijn Patsy haar kleren Ondanks die kleren hoort Patsy bij mij Thuis wil geen mens van m'n meisje iets weten Toch gaat m'n liefde voor haar nooit voorbij
Patsy, 'k hoor toch bij jou Nooit wil 'k een ander als vrouw Ook al woon je in 'n krot Met de huisdeur kapot Je weet toch hoeveel 'k van je hou
Iedere nacht lig ik rust'loos te dromen 'k Zie hoe je wacht in die sombere straat Denkend dat ik niet meer bij je zal komen Maar als ik kom is 't misschien al te laat
Laatst vroeg een buurman heel zachtjes aan vader "Ken jij die Patsy, ze kwam wel eens hier 't Meisje is droef aan haar einde gekomen Gisteren vond men haar in de rivier"
Patsy, 'k hoor toch bij jou Nooit wil 'k een ander als vrouw M'n geluk is voorbij Jij bent niet meer bij mij Patsy, straks kom ik bij jou
Forget Domani Composer(s): Norman Newell; Riz Ortolani Performer(s): Frank Sinatra; and various other artists
Let's forget about tomorrow Let's forget about tomorrow Let's forget about tomorrow for tomorrow never comes
Domani, forget domani Let's live for now and anyhow who needs domani? The moonlight, let's share the moonlight Perhaps together we will never be again
Ah, che luna, oh, che mare With such a moon and such a sea and you and me I get so dizzy when you're standing near It's not the music that you hear My heart is beating like a jungle drum Let's take the minutes as they speed away And hope it's true what people say "When you're in love, tomorrow never comes"
Let's forget about tomorrow Let's forget about tomorrow Let's forget about tomorrow for tomorrow never comes Let's forget about tomorrow Let's forget about tomorrow Let's forget about tomorrow for tomorrow never comes Domani,* madonne *, domani! With such a moon and such a sea and you and me Let's take the minutes as they speed away And hope it's true what people say "When you're in love tomorrow never comes"
Let's forget about tomorrow Let's forget about tomorrow Let's forget about tomorrow for tomorrow never comes Oh, let's forget about tomorrow Let's forget about tomorrow Let's forget about tomorrow for tomorrow never comes Oh, let's forget about tomorrow
The Gospel Of No Name City Composer(s): Alan Jay Lerner - André Previn Performer(s): Alan Dexter
You wanna see sin of the wickedest kind? Here it is! You wanna see virtue left behind? Here it is! Sodom was vice And visa-versa You wanna say where the vice is worser? Here it is! I mean, here it is!
You wanna live life in the rottenest city? Here it is! Women and whiskey, night and day? Here it is! You wanna embrace the golden calf? Ankle, and thigh, and upper half? Here it is! I mean, here it is!
No name city No name city The Lord don't like it here
No name city No name city Your reckoning day is near
No name city No name city Here's what he's gonna do
God love this town And swallow it down And goodbye to you
Will you go to heaven? Will you go to hell? Either repent, or fare thee well
God will take care of no name city Comes the end, and it won't be pretty Here it is! I mean, here it is!
Mei Alde Is' Im Playboy Drin
((Adapted from: Centerfold (The J. Geils Band) - 1981))
Composer(s): Seth Justman
Performer(s): J.B.O.
Es ist wahr, ich schwör' es euch - glaubt mir, ich hab's erlebt Sie war ja so ein Engel, ich war ja so verliebt Eines Tages schaute ich - ich bin ja nur ein Mann Eins von diesen schönen, bunten Busenheftchen an Ich schlug auch gleich die Mittelseite auf, um mich anzuregen Da schaut mir doch ich werd' verrückt - mein Engel nackt entgegen
Ich glaub' ich spinn'! Verraten und verkauft ich bin! Mei Alde is' im Playboy drin!
Sie war so rein und anständig und quatschte von Moral Sie einmal ins Bett zu kriegen, das war die reinst Qual Und wenn sie dann doch einmal in meinen Armen lag Dann herrschte immer Dunkelheit, ja selbst am hellen Tag Und jetzt - was ist? - da zeigt sie ihre nackten Titten Im Playboy, jeder kann es seh'n, auf der Seid'n in der Midd'n
Nah nah nanananah nananananananananananananah...
Rache! - schwör' ich und sag' mir: Was die kann, kann ich auch! Ich hol' mir jetzt 'ne Polaroid und knipse meinen Bauch (und mehr!) Im Hause ist zu wenig Licht, drum geht's in die Natur Der Schniedel glänzt im Sonnenlicht - es fehlt das Puder nur Ist egal, ich will ja nur meine Freundin schocken Doch zwei Wochen später, da haut's mich von den Socken
Ich glaub' ich spinn'! Verraten und verkauft ich bin! Der Veit is' jetzt im Playgirl drin! Ich bin jetzt im Playgirl drin! Nah nah nanananah nananananananananananananah...