Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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C'est Peut-Être Ça
Composer(s): Michel Vaucaire - Charles Dumont
Performer(s): Edith Piaf; Orch. Robert Chauvigny
C'est peut-être ça L'amour, le grand amour C'est peut-être ça Qui m'a prise à mon tour Ce je ne sais trop quoi Qui fait froid dans le dos Et soudain donne chaud Quand tout le monde a froid...
C'est peut-être ça Qui fait battre le cur Et, pendant des heures Vous fera rester là Devant un téléphone Pour entendre une voix Devant un téléphone Qui ne sonnera pas...
C'est peut-être ça L'amour, le grand amour C'est peut-être ça Qui m'a prise à mon tour Ce sentiment brutal Lorsque tout allait bien De se sentir très mal Sans savoir d'où ça vient
C'est peut-être ça Qui fait pleurer de rire Et vous fait courir A minuit sous la pluie Sous la pluie, sans manteau En gueulant qu'il fait beau En gueulant que la vie 'y a rien de plus joli... Avant, juste avant D'aller se foutre à l'eau...
Frankie Et Johnny
((Adapted from: Frankie And Johnny (by The Leighton Bros.) - 1912))
Composer(s): Manou Roblin
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday - 1964
Ouais Un fan qui n'aimait que son Johnny C'était toute sa vie Elle dit à Johhny Tu es à moi Ne me délaisse pas Tu es à moi Surtout ne l'oublie pas
Ouais Dans un bar, un soir On vit Johnny Serrant dans ses bras Nelly Deux, trois verres pour oublier Frankie Qui nuit et jour lui répétait cela Tu es à moi Surtout ne l'oublie pas
Ouais Frankie arriva sans se faire voir Les surpris enlacés devant le bar De son sac, un Colt 45 elle sortit Tira sur Johhny et lui dit Tu es moi Maintenant à tout jamais, jamais
Pauvre Johnny
Ouais Frankie arriva sans se faire voir Les surpris enlacés devant le bar De son sac, un Colt 45 elle sortit Tira sur Johhny et lui dit Tu es moi Maintenant à tout jamais, jamais
Ouais En prison fut emmenée Frankie Dans le froid, le froid du matin Ouais, elle pleura Dit au gardien Ainsi maintenant personne ne me le prendra Il est à moi À moi à tout jamais, jamais Il est à moi Maintenant à tout jamais, jamais
The Heartbreaker Composer(s): John David Souther Performer(s): Souther-Hillman-Furay Band
You want to make up the rules as you go You think he plays too rough But you could have all the luck in the world And man it might not be enough
He's got a star on his shoulder But you can see it's a cheat The heartbreaker He's a hard one to beat
It makes you mad to see him win But the girls keep comin' around He plays dirty and he plays for keeps But he's got that magic sound
A song and a suitcase And a rodeo smile The heartbreaker Just a picture of style
Your lady loves him, she's waitin' in school I guess he's everything you want to be But then, how you gonna make him look like a fool He's got a vision you can't even see
He's mister deliver, he never lets you down And now the lifewrecker is comin' to town
The heartbreaker, the heartbreaker The heartbreaker is comin' to town
C'est Pas Que Tu Sois Bête Performer(s): Salvatore Adamo
On l'appelait Jojo la caresse il n'y a pas de ça bien longtemps Il était joie, douceur et tendresse il était plus naïf qu'un enfant Un jour il rencontre une fille il en attrapa le béguin fou C'était une garce une chipie elle a su le rendre à son goût
C'est pas que tu sois bête mais c'est pire qu'ça T'es un gars honnête ça rapporte pas Je sais t'es un gars qu'a plein d'amour Mais si qu't'as ça c'est pas bien lourd
En un rien de temps elle lui apprit tout ce qu'il existe en mauvais coup Pour ne pas déplaire à sa jolie il lui apportait des bijoux Quant il l'on prit la main dans l'sac les commissaires l'ont pris pour fou Car sans le moindre verre de cognac il s'est mis à crier comme un soûl
C'est pas que tu sois bête mais c'est pire qu'ça T'es un gars honnête ça rapporte pas Je sais t'es un gars qu'a plein d'amour Mais si qu't'as ça c'est pas bien lourd
Tu m'portes des bouquets que tu m'cueilles en chemin Mais c'est pour les billets que j'ai l'béguin De tes mauvaises herbes j'en veux plus De tes beaux verbes je m'en fous Tu n'sais que faire de tes dix doigts et le sens des affaires tu ne la pas Et moi mon gars il m'faut l'argent si t'en as pas tu perds ton temps Si t'en a pas tu perds ton temps si t'en a pas tu perds ton temps
Frankie And Johnny (You'll Miss Me In The Days To Come) (aka Frankie And Albert; Frankie's Man, Johnny; The New Frankie And Johnnie Song) ((French Version: Frankie Et Johnny (by Johnny Hallyday) - 1964)) (Traditional) Performer(s): The Leighton Bros. - 1912 Covered by multiple other artists
Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts They had a quarrel one day Johnny he vowed he would leave her Said he was goin' away He's never comin' home He's goin' away to roam Frankie she begged and pleaded Cried "Oh Johnny, please stay" She says, "My honey I have done you wrong But please don't go away" Then Johnny sighed And to his Frankie cried:
"Oh I'm a goin' away and I'm a goin' to stay I'm never coming home You're goin' to miss me hon' In the days to come When the winter winds begin to blow The ground is covered up with snow You'll think of me and you will wish to be Back with your lovin' man You're goin' to miss me hon' In the days, days, days to come"
Frankie says, "Listen now Johnny To prove my love is true Every dollar I can save, dear I'm goin' to give to you So I think now, dear That ought to keep you here" Johnny says, "Listen now Frankie Don't want to tell you no lie I've lost my heart to another queen Her name is Nellie Bly" Then Frankie groaned As her Johnny moaned
"Oh, I'm a goin' away and I'm a goin' to stay I'm never coming home You're goin' to miss me hon' In the days to come When the winter winds begin to blow The ground is covered up with snow You'll think of me and you will wish to be Back with your lovin' man You're goin' to miss me hon' In the days, days, days to come
Frankie then said to her Johnny "Say man, your hour has come" From underneath her silk kimono She drew a forty-four gun Oh, it was bear, 'twas quite a large affair Johnny he dashed down the stairway Cryin' "Oh Frankie, don't shoot" Frankie took aim with her forty-four Five times with a rooty-toot-toot As Johnny fell, then miss Frankie yelled:
"Oh, you're a goin' away and you're a goin' to stay You're never coming home I'm goin' to miss you hon', in the days to come When the winter winds begin to blow The ground is covered up with snow I'll think of thee and I will wish to be Back with my lovin' man I'm goin' to miss you hon' In the days, days, days to come
"Send for your rubber-tired hearses Go get your rubber-tired hacks Take lovin' Johnny to the graveyard I shot him in the back With my great big gun Just as he went to run Send for a thousand policemen Detectives right away Lock me way down in the dungeon cell And throw the keys away My Johnny's dead, just because he said
"Oh, I'm a goin' away and I'm a goin' to stay I'm never coming home You're goin' to miss me hon' in the days to come When the winter winds begin to blow The ground is covered up with snow You'll think of me and you will wish to be Back with your lovin' man You're goin' to miss me hon' In the days, days, days to come
The Heart That You Own Composer(s): Dwight Yoakam Performer(s): Dwight Yoakam; Jim Matt; Danny Estocado
I pay rent on a run down place There ain't no view but there's lots of space In my heart, the heart that you own I pay rent, pay it right on time Baby I pay you every single dime For my heart, the heart that you own Used to be I could love here for free Way back before you bought the property Now I pay daily on what once was mine Lord, I probably owe you for the tears that I cry 'Cause I pay rent on a run down place There ain't no room but there's lots of space In my heart, the heart that you own I struggle each night to find a new way To pay what I owe, just so I can stay I ain't overdue, so you can't throw me out I've loved here for years, don't know where I'd go now
C'est Pas Le Pérou Composer(s): Étienne Lorin - Pierrette Bruno Performer(s): André Bourvil & Pierrette Bruno
Bruno: Si j'vous disais j'l'aurais pas cru Bourvil: Quoi donc? Bruno: Qu'un jour je serais si émue Bourvil: Je vous répondrais moi non plus Bruno: Si j'vous disais que j'ai envie Bourvil: Quoi donc? Bruno: De vous raconter toute ma vie Bourvil: Je vous répondrais moi aussi Bruno: Ah bon? Bourvil: Ça m'encourage alors voilà
Bourvil: J'ai 38 ans et 28 dents, je suis costaud et résistant Et si j'ai l'nez un peu d'travers, j'ai aussi 2 jolis yeux clairs C'est pas beaucoup, c'est pas l'Pérou Mais c'est à vous
Bruno: Moi je pèse 45 kilos, je n'fais qu'un mètre cinquante de haut Mais lorsque je suis toute nue, on croit que je fais beaucoup plus C'est pas beaucoup, c'est pas l'Pérou Mais c'est à vous
Bruno: Si j'vous disais que dans la vie Bourvil: Quoi donc? Bruno: L'argent me cause bien du soucis Bourvil: Je vous répondrais moi aussi Bruno: Aaaah! Bourvil : Si j'vous disais j'n'ai jamais pu Bruno: Quoi donc? Bourvil: M'offrir un peu de superflu Bruno: Je vous répondrais mon non plus Bourvil: Ça m'encourage alors voilà
Bourvil: Je gagne 900 F par mois, plus les primes ça fait 903 Mais avec toutes les retenues, ça fait 802 tout au plus C'est pas beaucoup, c'est pas l'Pérou Mais c'est à vous
Bruno: Moi j'ai pas d'dot et pas d'parents, vous n'aurez pas de belle-maman Mais j'ai un très joli bijou qui en ce moment est au clou C'est pas beaucoup, c'est pas l'Pérou Mais c'est à vous
Bourvil: Merci beaucoup
Bruno: Si j'vous disais que je n'veux plus Bourvil: Quoi donc? Bruno: Rester toute seule la nuit venue Bourvil: Je vous répondrais mon non plus Bruno: Si j'vous disais que j'ai envie Bourvil: Quoi donc? Bruno: De faire un tour à la mairie Bourvil: Je vous répondrais moi aussi Bruno: Ça m'encourage alors voilà
Bourvil: J'ai mis de l'amour de côté depuis déjà pas mal d'années Si ça peut faire votre bonheur je vous le donne de tout mon cur
Ensemble: Ça c'est beaucoup mieux qu l'Pérou et c'est à nous Ça c'est beaucoup mieux qu l'Pérou et c'est à nous
Frankie Composer(s): Howard Greenfield; Neil Sedaka Performer(s): Connie Francis
(Spoken): Frankie, wherever you are, I love you
Though you've found a new love, I still miss you so I just can't forget you, but you'll never know Frankie, my darling, I'll never let you see me cry
Once I was your sweetheart, now I'm just a friend Once you really loved me, now I just pretend Frankie, my darling, I'll never let you see me cry
Oh, Frankie, I'd rather hide these teardrops deep down inside I'm crying, but you'll never see I'd rather cry than have you pity me
Though my nights are lonely since we've been apart I'll always keep this secret deep within my heart Frankie, my darling, I'll never let you see me cry
The Heart Of The Matter Composer(s): Mike Campbell - Don Henley - J.D. Souther First release by: Don Henley - 1989 Covered by multiple other artists
I got the call today, I didn't wanna hear But I knew that it would come An old true friend of ours was talkin' on the phone She said you found someone And I thought of all the bad luck And the struggles we went through And how I lost me and you lost you What are these voices outside love's open door Make us throw off our contentment And beg for something more?
I'm learning to live without you now But I miss you sometimes The more I know, the less I understand All the things I thought I knew, I'm learning again I've been tryin' to get down to the Heart of the Matter But my will gets weak And my thoughts seem to scatter But I think it's about forgiveness Forgiveness Even if, even if you don't love me anymore
These times are so uncertain There's a yearning undefined ... People filled with rage We all need a little tenderness How can love survive in such a graceless age The trust and self-assurance that can lead to happiness They're the very things we kill, I guess Pride and competition cannot fill these empty arms And the work I put between us Doesn't keep me warm
I'm learning to live without you now But I miss you, Baby The more I know, the less I understand All the things I thought I figured out, I have to learn again I've been tryin' to get down to the Heart of the Matter But everything changes And my friends seem to scatter But I think it's about forgiveness Forgiveness Even if, even if you don't love me anymore
There are people in your life who've come and gone They let you down and hurt your pride Better put it all behind you; life goes on You keep carrin' that anger, it'll eat you inside
I've been tryin' to get down to the Heart of the Matter But my will gets weak And my thoughts seem to scatter But I think it's about forgiveness Forgiveness Even if, even if you don't love me anymore
I've been tryin' to get down to the Heart of the Matter Because the flesh will get weak And the ashes will scatter So I'm thinkin' about forgiveness Forgiveness Even if, even if you don't love me anymore
C'est Pas Facile D'être Une Fille
Composer(s): J.P. Bourtayre - Pierre Delanoë - G. Magenta
Performer(s): France Gall
C'est pas facile Non croyez-moi D'être une fille Mais je ne sais Pas bien pourquoi
C'est pas facile D'être jolie D'être gentille Et de savoir se battre dans la vie Parmi tous ces garçons Qui chantent leur chanson Où est le vrai le bon?
C'est pas facile De s'affranchir De la famille Lorsque l'on a Le monde à découvrir De dire à ses parents Ouvrez-moi maintenant Les portes à deux battants
C'est pas facile Lorsque l'on a Envie de s'amuser De rire et de danser De rentrer à minuit En quittant ses amis
C'est pas facile Pas tous les jours D'être une fille Ni de savoir Où se trouve l'amour
Frankfurter Sandwiches Performer(s): Joanne & The Streamliners
Every night he brings me Frankfurter sandwiches Frankfurter sandwiches
Ah his baby loves those Frankfurter sandwiches Frankfurter sandwiches
He tried to win me with flowers All kinds of sweetness `Til he found out his baby's weakness
Every night I whisper Thanks for the sandwiches Thanks for the sandwiches But he feels there's something wrong Instead of me billing and cooing All I keep doing is chewing Frankfurter sandwiches Frankfurter sandwiches All night long
Since the world began The girl expects the man To bring her tokens of his love Some bring bags of gold Their lady loves to hold And jewels bright as stars above
But it seems my ideals are much higher So here's how people bills by heart desire furter sandwiches, furter sandwiches furter sandwiches, furter sandwiches
I really don't care for candy Ice cream and custard But how I love hot dogs with mustard
Every night I whisper Thanks for the sandwiches Thanks for the sandwiches But he feel's there's something wrong Each time he starts poppin the question I'm too busy digestin' Furter sandwiches, furter sandwiches All night Frankfurter sandwiches all night long
The Heart Of Rock And Roll Composer(s): Huey Lewis - Johnny Colla First release by: Huey Lewis & the News - 1984
New York, New York is everything they say And no place that I'd rather be Where else can you do a half a million things And all at a quarter to three When they play their music, ooh that modern music The like it with a lot of style But it's still that same old back beat rhythm That really drives them wild
They say the heart of rock and roll is still beating And from what I've seen I believe 'em Now the old boy may be barely breathing But the heart of rock and roll is still beating
L.A., Hollywood and the Sunset Strip is something everyone should see Neon lights and the pretty, pretty girls all dressed so scantily When they play their music, that hard rock music They like it with a lot of flash But it's still that same old back beat rhythm That really kicks 'em in the...
They say the heart of rock and roll is still beating And from what I've seen I believe 'em Now the old boy may be barely breathing But the heart of rock and roll is still beating
D.C., San Antone and the Liberty town, Boston and Baton Rouge Tulsa, Austin, Oklahoma City, Seattle, San Francisco, too Everywhere there's music, real live music, bands with a million styles But it's still that same old rock and roll music that really drives 'em wild
They say the heart of rock and roll is still beating And from what I've seen I believe 'em Now the old boy may be barely breathing But the heart of rock and roll is still beating
Frank And Lola Composer(s): Jimmy Buffett; Steve Goodman Performer(s): Jimmy Buffett; Joe Ferry
"Lucy and Ricky, Fred and Ethel, Laurel and Hardy
Spanky and Buckwheat Rocky and Bullwinkle, and Frank and Lola... they're all good for a laugh"
Lola loves Frank, Frankie loves Lola On their second honeymoon in Pensacola Tryin' to find a little privacy Oh me there been too much screamin', fussin' and fightin' The doggies were yellin', the children were bitin' Frank and Lola tryin' to get together again
So he took her to this movie called "Body Heat" She said the Junior Mints were mushy and the sex was neat Oh my, Frankie weren't we better than that, before our spat Frank told Lola, honey can't you see That I'll jump start you if you'll kick start me Frank and Lola tryin' to get together again
So they strolled along the highway, they walked along the beach They stopped at several raw bars where they slurped a dozen each Bought a bunch of popcorn from the fat man on the dock Baby turn back the pages, turn 'round the clock
Lola told Frankie time we put it to the test After Frankie told Lola she was still the best They fell asleep in the sand underneath the Florida moon, in June Lola counted rainbows, Frankie counted sheep 'Til they almost got run over by the lifeguard's Jeep Frank and Lola tryin' to get together again
Go, Frank, go Lo la, lo Go, Frank, go, wow
So they strolled along the highway, they walked along the beach Stopped at several raw bars where they slurped a dozen each Bought a bunch of popcorn from the fat man on the dock Baby turn back the pages, turn 'round the clock
Lola loves Frank, Frankie loves Lola On their second honeymoon in Pensacola Tryin' to find a little priva- Tryin' to find a little priva- Tryin' to find a little privacy
The Heart Of California Composer(s): Terry Allen Performer(s): Terry Allen
Runnin' hard and runnin' mean Down the... San Joaquin Diamond Reo with Your Crazy rollin' wheels Theres a moon shinin' bright Like a big eye in the night Yeah throwd her light down on that road to Bakersfield Yeah the heart of Californias Haulin'... hard times again And the highway... she does not make amends That diesel's got to howl But the devil's on the prowl An that white line gone It won't come along again Runnin' wired and runnin' fast Runnin' out of gas Diamond Reo knows what empty means And Jesus Christ on the dash Won't keep it from the crash If ever curve is just your nerves... closin' in Yeah the heart of California's Haulin'... hard times again And the highway... she does not make amends Your names out on the door And your toot's down on the floor But that white line down It won't come around again Yeah the Reo's comin' down Outside of town Strung-out tween the asphalt and the wheel And LA she waits Like a poisonous snake Coiled up with her diamonds in the hills Yeah the heart of California's Haulin'... hard times again And the highway... she does not make amends That road you're runnin' on's Hell bent for Babylon And that white line down It won't come around again And that white line down Will not be found... again
C'est Pas Facile
Composer(s): Claude Barzotti - A.M. Gaspard
Performer(s): Claude Barzotti
C'est pas facile, t'es pas une marioles mets ta fille On ne jette pas comme ça ce qu'on a serré contre soi C'est pas facile, quand on a vu l'amour à Venise Tu pleures et doucement, j'étais sûr de t'aimer tout le temps
C'est pas facile, c'est pas facile De s'en aller c'est pas facile Je sais tu ne comprendrais pas pourquoi je la préfère à toi C'est pas facile, c'est pas facile À coup d'ombre bleu de Rimel Tu te maquilles tu te fais belle Je te regarde mais je pense à elle
C'est pas facile, je ne sais pas comment te quitter Si t'étais moins fragile, ça serait bien moins compliqué C'est pas facile, je ne sais ni comment ni pourquoi Si l'amour se débine, je l'avais pas voulu comme ça
C'est pas facile, c'est pas facile De s'en aller c'est pas facile Je sais tu ne comprendrais pas pourquoi je la préfère à toi C'est pas facile, c'est pas facile À coup d'ombre bleu de Rimel Tu te maquilles tu te fais belle Je te regarde mais je pense à elle
C'est pas facile, c'est pas facile De s'en aller c'est pas facile Je sais tu ne comprendrais pas pourquoi je la préfère à toi C'est pas facile, c'est pas facile À coup d'ombre bleu de Rimel Tu te maquilles tu te fais belle Je te regarde mais je pense à elle
C'est pas facile, c'est pas facile De s'en aller c'est pas facile
Francis Composer(s): Gary Leeds; Joey Molland; Paul Crane; John Lawson Performer(s): Gary Walker & The Rain
Never in school, he was ever so cool about Teacher Acting the fool, he would break all the rules of the preacher Francis Philanderer, on Saturday Met up with Alice and took her away
As he grew older, he also grew bolder and sold her It wasn't like him to be mean with his money, he told her He took her away for a year and a day He gave her the time of her life
He told her he'd buy everything that he wanted But he couldn't buy him a wife Her money couldn't buy him a wife
He didn't expect it, he'd thought she'd accept him for money He felt dejected, now he's just a rejected honey Francis Philanderer, on Saturday He met up with Alice and took her away
He thought he could buy everything that he wanted Money brought him nothing but strife He bought all the cars and a house in the country But money couldn't buy him a wife Money couldn't buy him a wife
Francis Philanderer Francis Philanderer (Money couldn't buy him a wife) Baby, oh oh-oh Francis (Money couldn't buy him a wife) Yeah yeah (Money couldn't buy him a wife) It couldn't buy him a wife (Money couldn't buy him a wife) Francis Philanderer, yeah (Money couldn't buy him a wife) Saved all his money, oh-oh (Money couldn't buy him a wife) Yeah yeah, said it's alright (Money couldn't buy him a wife)
The Harolds Of This World Composer(s): Jule Styne - Don Black
The Harolds of this world have their feet planted firmly on the ground So that everyone can fly The Harolds of this world don't say much that's profound But somehow they get by The Harolds of this world won't let you down Like the Sydneys do No the Harolds of this world will be there When you want them to be there Happy helping everyone Without all the Harolds nothing would get done
The Harolds of this world may not get to the top of any tree Or hang trophies on their wall The Harolds of this world wash the plates, make the tea and don't complain at all
The Harolds of this world won't set new trends Or make headline news But the Harolds of this world, they need love Just like everyone needs love Never thought of that before Could be that the Harolds of this world... need more
