Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Hole In The Ground Composer(s): Ted Dicks - Myles Rudge First release by: Bernard Cribbins - 1962
There I was, a-diggin' this 'ole 'Ole in the ground, so big and sort o' round it was And there was I, diggin' it deep It was flat at the bottom and the sides were steep When along comes this bloke in a bowler Which he lifted and scratched his 'ead Woooh, he looked down the 'ole Poor demented soul and he said
"Do you mind if I make a suggestion?
Don't dig there, dig it elsewhere Your digging it round and it ought to be square The shape of it's wrong, it's much too long And you can't put hole where a hole don't belong"
I ask, what a liberty, eh? Nearly bashed him right in the bowler
Well, there was I, a-stood in me 'ole Shovellin' earth for all that I was worth, I was And there was 'im, standin' up there So grand and official with his nose in the air So I gave him a look sort of sideways And I leaned on me shovel and sighed Woooh, I lit me a fag And havin' took a drag I replied
I just couldn't bear to dig it elsewhere I'm diggin' it round 'cos I don't want it square And if you disagree, it doesn't bother me That's the place where the 'oles gonna be
Well there we were, discussing this 'ole 'Ole in the groud, so big and sort o' round It's not there now, the ground's all flat And beneath it is the bloke in the bowler hat
C'est Un Homme Terrible Composer(s): Jean-Michel Moulin Performer(s): Edith Piaf
C'est un homme terrible Avec des yeux doux Il me prend pour cible Il me donne des coups Il me fait pleurer Avec un regard Il me fait trembler Quand il est en retard C'est un homme terrible Avec des yeux verts Il voit à travers Il me passe au crible Je suis transparente Quand il est devant moi Je pleure, je me lamente Je reste sans voix Je descends la pente De la peur et de l'effroi Cet homme me hante Il me met en croix C'est un homme terrible C'est un homme terrible...
Mais quand il me caresse Quand je sens ses deux mains Se poser comme des compresses Sur mes yeux pleins de chagrin Alors je ressuscite Je retrouve le printemps Le bonheur invite Au creux de mon amant
C'est un homme terrible Avec des yeux bleus Mon cur est la cible Où il vise le mieux Il revient vers moi Il revient toujours Avec un grand "A" Ça s'appelle l'Amour C'est un homme terrible Il a peur, la nuit Dans mes bras fragiles Il s'apaise et rit Et puis il s'endort Et je le regarde Il n'a plus de force C'est moi qui le garde Sentinelle dehors À moi, la toquarde Quand viendra l'aurore Je quitterai la garde De cet homme terrible De cet homme terrible De cet homme terrible De cet homme terrible Terrible! Terrible! Hhhhhan!
Free Again Composer(s): Joseph Baselli; Armand Canfora; Robert Colby; Michele Jourdan Performer(s): Barbra Streisand; and various other artists
Free again, back to being free again back to being me again with all my precious freedom my precious, precious freedom On my own, back to being on my own Back to live the life I'd known before I ever knew him before I ever knew him
Free again, independent me, free again Time to call up all the crowd raise the roof and shout out loud Time to have a party, a party Lucky me, take a look at lucky me Take a look and you can see how much I love my freedom my precious, precious freedom Simple me, complicated, simple me Back to where I used to be before I ever knew him before I ever knew him
Free again, lucky, lucky me Free again, back in circulation now time for celebration now time to have a party, a party
Free again, independent me, free again Time to call up all the crowd raise the roof and shout out loud Time to have a party
Lucky me, take a look at lucky, lucky me Back to where I used to be Back to where I used to be
Hands up! Hands up! Stick 'em up, everybody And now we do the hold-up rag! All aboard! Look out! It's the hold-up rag!
Betty Boop: Mister Engineer, now look a-here There's someone down there on the track (Yeah?) See that wicked eye? He's out to do or die Hear his pistol going crack? Hold your watch and chain And stop the train Put on the brakes and let her drag For you certainly got to hand it To that gentlemanly bandit When he makes you do the hold-up rag!
Bimbo: Hands up! Hands up! Everybody, hands up! Get out and do that hold-up rag! Make it snappy there Go into your dance Don't you hide that diamond in your pants! Easy there Shell out, shell out! Don't you dare to yell out Drop your pearls and diamonds in the bag All aboard! Look out! It's the hold-up rag!
Betty Boop: I'm Dangerous Nan, the sister of Dan McGrew Believe it or not My father and brother were tough But I'm the toughest one of the lot
I'm Dangerous Nan McGrew Pipe down or I'll fill you with lead I'm harder than nails and lucky as hell When I shoot at a body, it's dead
Bring me a barrel of whiskey A barrel of good old Three Star A handful of tacks for a chaser And a light for this lousy cigar
Who told you you were tough? Why, you couldn't frighten a baby! So, cut out this stunt, you poor little runt Before I forget I'm a lady!
I'm Dangerous Nan, the sister of Dan McGrew Believe it or not My father and brother were tough But I'm the toughest one of the lot
I'm dangerous Nan McGrew Say, who are you making a goat of? Come home and take care of your seventeen kids Or I'll crown you with this locomotive!
C'est Un Gars
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour - Pierre Roche
Performer(s): Edith Piaf
Sous mes pieds mes s'mells se dérobent On voit l'jour à travers ma robe Mon corsage est tout rapiécé Et mes effets très fatigués Qu'import' ce qu'on dit à la ronde Je me fou du reste du monde Car depuis hier je suis aimée C'est fou ce qui m'est arrivé
C'est un gars qui est entré dans ma vie C'est un gars qui m'a dit des folies Tu es jolie, tu es jolie On m'l'avait jamais dit C'est un gars qui r'ssemblais à un ange C'est un gars qui parlait comme un ange Tu es jolie, tu es jolie J'en suis tout étourdie
Mon Dieu je ne suis plus la même Quand il me murmure je t'aime Je trouve ça si merveilleux Qu'il y a des larmes dans mes yeux C'est beau l'amour qui se promène Quand un beau gars en tient la chaîne On voudrait rester prisonnier Rien qu'pour contempler son geôlier
C'est un gars qui est entré dans ma vie C'est un gars qui m'a dit des folies Tu es jolie, tu es jolie On m'l'avait jamais dit C'est un gars qui r'ssemblais à un ange C'est un gars qui parlait comme un ange Tu es jolie, tu es jolie J'en suis tout étourdie
C'est merveilleux en moi la vie bourdonne L'amour jaillit dès que je m'abandonne Et quand il m'a soûlée De mots et de baisers Et qu'il sourit, c'est drôle Je mords dans son épaule C'est un gars qui est entré dans ma vie C'est un gars qui m'a dit des folies Tu es jolie, tu es jolie Veux-tu d'moi pour la vie Oui
Free Advice Composer(s): John Phillips; Michelle Gilliam Performer(s): The Mamas & The Papas
A bit of free advice (vice) We'll tell it to you now (nice, twice) If you've got some habits Some people won't allow (won't allow, allow) Be cool; be clean If you know what I mean ...
We've all got our ups (ups, ups) We've all got our downs (we've all got our downs) Some of us are careless And leave 'm layin' around (layin' around, around) Be neat, discreet And keep your ear to the ground Everyone has had a loved one who's far, far away And if you don't want to take that trip someday ... (Think twice) Be cool (be cool) Be clean (be clean) If you know what I mean
Everyone has had a loved one who's far far away And if you don't wanna take that trip someday A bit of free advice (vice, vice) We'll tell it to you now (tell it to you now) If you've got some habits Some people won't allow (won't allow, allow) ... Everyone has had a loved one ... Don't be out on the street ... Everyone has had a loved one ... If you know what I mean ...
The Hokey Pokey (aka The Hokey Cokey) Composer(s): Roland Lawrence LaPrise - Chuck Macak - Tafft Baker Performer(s): Ram Trio and multiple other artists
You put your right foot in You put your right foot out You put your right foot in And you shake it all about You do the Hokey-Pokey And you turn yourself around That's what it's all about!
You put your left foot in You put your left foot out You put your left foot in And you shake it all about You do the Hokey-Pokey And you turn yourself around That's what it's all about!
You put your right hand in You put your right hand out You put your right hand in And you shake it all about You do the Hokey-Pokey And you turn yourself around That's what it's all about!
You put your left hand in You put your left hand out You put your left hand in And you shake it all about You do the Hokey-Pokey And you turn yourself around That's what it's all about!
You put your right side in You put your right side out You put your right side in And you shake it all about You do the Hokey-Pokey And you turn yourself around That's what it's all about!
You put your left side in You put your left side out You put your left side in And you shake it all about You do the Hokey-Pokey And you turn yourself around That's what it's all about!
You put your nose in You put your nose out You put your nose in And you shake it all about You do the Hokey-Pokey And you turn yourself around That's what it's all about!
You put your backside in You put your backside out You put your backside in And you shake it all about You do the Hokey-Pokey And you turn yourself around That's what it's all about!
You put your head in You put your head out You put your head in And you shake it all about You do the Hokey-Pokey And you turn yourself around That's what it's all about!
You put your whole self in You put your whole self out You put your whole self in And you shake it all about You do the Hokey-Pokey And you turn yourself around That's what it's all about
Free Composer(s): Chris Andrews Performer(s): Pearly Gate (Ron Dante)
Ever since the world began There's always been a certain man A certain man who's been put down As sure as the world goes round He's always had to fight, fight, fight For what he knows is right Ever since the world began There's always been a certain man
Now he wants to be free, free, free So let him be, be, be He wants to be free, free, free Is that so hard to see? He's had all he can take And so for Heaven's sake Let him be free, free, free Just like a bird in a tree He wants to be free
All aboard the Freedom Train Throw away those rusty chains Rusty chains have shown their might And we can't see what's right Until the day we stand All equal in God's land All aboard the Freedom Train Throw away those rusty chains
Now he wants to be free, free, free So let him be, be, be He wants to be free, free, free Is that so hard to see? He's had all he can take And so for Heaven's sake Let him be free, free, free Just like a bird in a tree He wants to be free, free, free So let him be, be, be He wants to be free, free, free Is that so hard to see? He's had all he can take And so for Heaven's sake Let him be free, free, free Just like a bird in a tree He wants to be free, free, free So let him be, be, be He wants to be free, free, free Is that so hard to see? He's had all he can take And so for Heaven's sake Let him be free, free, free Just like a bird in a tree...
The Hockey Song Composer(s): Stompin' Tom Connors Performer(s): Stompin' Tom Connors
Hello out there, we're on the air it's hockey night tonight! The tension grows the whistle blows and the puck goes down the ice The golie jumps and and the players bump and the fans all go insane Someone roars "Bobby Scores!" At the good old hockey game!
Oh! The good old hockey game! It's the best game you can name! And the best game you can name is the good old hockey game!
Second Period Where players dash with skates a-flash the home team trails behind But they grab the puck and go bursting up and their down across the line They storm the crease like bumblebees and they travel like a burning flame We see them slide the puck inside its a one one hockey game!
Oh! The good old hockey game! Its the best game you can name! And the best game you can name is the good old hockey game!
Third Period Last game in the play-offs too Oh take me where, the hockey players face off down the rink And the Stanley Cup is all filled up for the champs who win the drink! Now the final flick of a hockey stick and a one gigantic scream "The Puck Is In! The Home Team Wins!" At the good ol hockey game
Oh! The good old hockey game! Its the best game you can name! And the best game you can name is the good old hockey game!
Oh! The good old hockey game! Its the best game you can name! And the best game you can name is the good old hockey game!
Oh! The good old hockey game! Its the best game you can name! And the best game you can name is the good old hockey game!
C'est Tout Comme
((Adapted from: A Mess Of Blues (Elvis Presley & The Jordanaires) - 1960))
((Danish Version: Masser Af Busser (Bamses Venner) - 1976))
Composer(s): Doc Pomus - Mort Shuman - Pierre Saka
Performer(s): Les Chaussettes Noires - 1961
La main qui montre le ciel noir
Mes yeux qui voudraient te voir
Mais tu n'es pas revenue
Et ce temps perdu
C'est tout comme un monde qui me fuit
Le train qui file dans la nuit
Le froid qui arrête la vie
Le vent qui porte la pluie
Et tous ses ennuis
C'est tout comme un jour sans rêve autour
Jamais, non jamais trop de bleu et de rire
Le soleil, c'est pour les pauvres, pour les aider à vivre
Le moindre bruit qui me réveille
La ville ne dort pas
Sur son néon et ses enseignes
Cette joie qui se perd
C'est tout comme un jour sans rêve autour
Jamais, non jamais là, croiseront nos routes
Le temps et les gens qui passent viennent creuser le doute
Après minuit, le blues qui pleure
Dans la fumée des bars
L'image du dernier quart d'heure
De cette joie qui se meurt
C'est tout comme un cur qui ne bat plus
C'est tout comme un monde qui me fuit
C'est tout comme un jour sans rêve autour
Free Composer(s): Susaye Greene; Hank Redd; Nathan Watts; Deniece Williams Performer(s): Deniece Williams
Whispering in his ear my magic potion for love Telling him I'm sincere And that there's nothing too good for us
And I've just got to be free, free, free
Whispering in his ear my magic potion for love Telling him I'm sincere And that there's nothing too good for us
But I want to be free, free, free And I just got to be me, yeah, free, free
Teasing hands on his mind Give our night such mystery Happiness all the time Oh and how that night pleases me
But I want to be free (ba, ba, ba, ba) But I just got to be me, me
Feeling you close to me Makes all my senses smile Let's not waste ecstasy Cause I'll only be here for a while
I just got to be free, free, free And I just got to be me, yeah, yeah, yeah Free, free, oh Free, free, free, oh baby, oh And I just want to, I just want to be me
The Hobo Song Composer(s): John Prine Performer(s): John Prine; Johnny Cash; Dean Phelps
There was a time when lonely men would wander Through this land rolling aimlessly along So many times I've heard of their sad story Written in the words of dead men's songs
Down through the years many men have yearned for freedom Some found it only on the open road So many tears of blood have fell around us 'Cause you can't always do what you are told
Please tell me where have all the hobos gone to I see no fire burning down by the rusty railroad tracks Could it be their time has gone and left them Tied up in life's eternal travellin' sack
Please tell me where have all the hobos gone to I see no fire burning down by the rusty railroad tracks Could it be their time has gone and left them Tied up in life's eternal travellin' sack
Please tell me where have all the hobos gone to I see no fire burning down by the rusty railroad tracks Could it be their time has gone and left them Tied up in life's eternal travellin' sack
Please tell me where have all the hobos gone to I see no fire burning down by the rusty railroad tracks Could it be their time has gone and left them Tied up in life's eternal travellin' sack
Last Sunday night I wrote a letter to my loved one I signed my name and knew I'd stayed away too long There was a time when my heart was free to wander And I remember as I sing this hobo song
C'est Toujours Un Mystère
Composer(s): Pierre Rapsat
First release by: Pierre Rapsat - 1982
C'est toujours un mystère Le début d'une histoire C'est comme une lumière Qui se glisse dans le noir C'est déjà la frontière La fin du couloir Et moi je danse J'ai perdu la mémoire
C'est toujours un mystère C'est comme les grands départs On est des émigrants Qui s'en vont quelque part Sur un océan Ou la Mer Noire Et moi je danse J'ai perdu la mémoire
Je danse la danse du feu Les pieds nus dans la cendre Sans chercher à comprendre Si j'me sens heureux La danse de la colère Elle se danse en enfer Soulève de la poussière Qu'on jette à la mer
C'est toujours un mystère Le début d'une histoire De sentir un coeur Se gonfler d'espoir Des anneaux enclavés Que brise un foulard Et moi je danse J'ai perdu la mémoire
Je danse la danse du feu Les pieds nus dans la cendre Sans chercher à comprendre Si j'me sens heureux La danse de la colère Soulève que d'la poussière Qu'on jette à la mer
Fredman's Song No. 10 Performer(s): Carl Michael Bellman
Drink till after twelve or more Live it up with madmen! Earth is but my chamber floor And the sun my lantern Nothing else is worth a pin If my head but giddy spin Giddy spin, giddy spin Giddy spin, giddy spin Until it's so drowsy Nothing more can rouse me
In my grandad's overcoat Torn and out at elbows Here I stand, on brandy dote 'Mid the queerest fellows Out of pretty goblets bright Tipple morning noon and night Noon and night, noon and night Noon and night, noon and night Till I'm just another Boozy red-nosed brother
If my sainted father stood Suddenly before me "Son", he'd hiccup, "skål! That's good Brandy best doth warm me" "Brother mine," I'd then reply Let us toast the morning sky Morning sky, morning sky Morning sky, morning sky Then to thy repose, sir Thou again mayst go, sir"
Were I but a man of wealth Gold my pocket lining Christmas day I'd dress myself Like the king, when dining Then I'd purchase and I'd use Coat and waistcoat and new shoes New shoes, new shoes New shoes, new shoes And of course I'd buy, sir A watch upon my thigh, sir!
But my throat can't stand such loss 'Tis a very drought, sir What is gold, when got, but dross? Pull the cork right out, sir! Let us steady on our legs Drain this bottle to the dregs To the dregs, to the dregs To the dregs, to the dregs Then let death attack us In the blood of Bacchus
The Hitchhikers' Song Composer(s): Joan Baez Performer(s): Joan Baez
When the mist rolls in on Highway One like a curtain to the day A thousand silhouettes hold out their thumbs and I see them and I say You are my children my sweet children I am your poet
With hair just like the burning tree of Moses the girl beside you is your twin Behind your fiery make-up you should know this I am your sister, I am your kin, your flesh and kin I'll write this tune in matching phrases just to show it
You are the orphans in an age of no tomorrows and with your walking you wage a war against the sorrows Your fathers left you a row to hoe and you'll hoe it
If I could write you easy directions on a list you would not read it, you could not see it for the mist Besides my pen is very righteous and I know it
So walk to the edges of a dying kingdom There's one more summer just around the bend The amber in your smile is brave and winsome for though your highway has no end, it never ends There is still the sky the windy cliff and the sea below it I'd take an angel's ram horn trumpet and I'd blow it I'd blow it
C'est Toujours Le Même Refrain
Composer(s): Cozette Morgan - Vline Buggy
Performer(s): Claude François
Faut-il aimer pour être aimé Jamais l'amour n'est partagé Et la balance en vérité Penche toujours d'un seul côté Dès que j'espère le bateau chavire Dès que je doute le ciel devient bleu C'est jamais toi qui prends ma main C'est toujours moi qui te retiens Malgré le mal que tu me fais Je préfère souffrir et t'aimer Penser à toi et croire jusqu'au bout Être plutôt l'agneau que le loup
Et c'est toujours le même refrain Si je t'aime trop toi tu m'aimes moins Oui c'est toujours le même refrain Si je t'aime moins c'est toi qui reviens Il y a toujours un coin au soleil Et un coin à l'ombre Et c'est toujours le même refrain Si je t'aime trop toi tu m'aimes moins Oui c'est toujours le même refrain Si je t'aime moins c'est toi qui reviens Il en faut toujours un de malheureux Un de malheureux sur deux
J'en ai connu d'autres avant toi J'ai essayé combien de fois J'ai renoncé je ne peux pas Non, aimer si je ne souffre pas Je cours toujours après l'impossible Après le rêve après l'inconnu Je passerai toute ma vie A suivre tout ce qui me fuit Je suis resté comme l'enfant Qui pleure après son cerf-volant Mais je préfère souffrir jusqu'au bout Être plutôt l'agneau que le loup
Et c'est toujours le même refrain Si je t'aime trop toi tu m'aimes moins Oui c'est toujours le même refrain Si je t'aime moins c'est toi qui reviens Il y a toujours un coin au soleil Et un coin à l'ombre Et c'est toujours le même refrain Si je t'aime trop toi tu m'aimes moins Oui c'est toujours le même refrain Si je t'aime moins c'est toi qui reviens Il en faut toujours un de malheureux Un de malheureux sur deux
Et c'est toujours le même refrain Si je t'aime trop toi tu m'aimes moins Oui c'est toujours le même refrain Si je t'aime moins c'est toi qui reviens Il y a toujours un coin au soleil Et un coin à l'ombre Et c'est toujours le même refrain Si je t'aime trop toi tu m'aimes moins Oui c'est toujours le même refrain Si je t'aime moins c'est toi qui reviens Il en faut toujours un de malheureux Un de malheureux sur deux
The Hippy Hippy Shake ((French Version: La Fille Qui Me Plait (Les Lionceaux) - 1964)) Composer(s): Chan Romero First release by: Chan Romero - 1959 Covered by multiple other artists
For goodness sake I've got the hippy, hippy shake I've got the shake, oh the hippy, hippy shake Oo I can't keep still with the hippy, hippy shake I get my fill with that hippy, hippy shake Oo my babe, auw the hippy, hippy shake
Well now you shake it to the left, you shake it to the right Do the hippy shake, shake with all of your might And you shake Oh you shake Oo my babe Auw the hippy, hippy shake
Well now you shake it to the left, you shake it to the right Do the hippy shake, shake with all of your might And you shake Yes you shake Oo my babe Auw the hippy, hippy shake Auw the hippy, hippy shake Yeah the hippy, hippy shake Oh yeah
C'est Toujours La Première Fois
Composer(s): Jean Ferrat
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat; Isabelle Aubret
Enfin enfin je te retrouve Toi qui n'avais jamais été Qu'absente comme jeune louve Ou l'eau dormante au fond des douves S'échappant au soleil d'été
Tu peux m'ouvrir cent fois les bras C'est toujours la première fois
Absente comme souveraine Qu'on voit entre deux haies passer O toi si proche et si lointaine Dès que l'amour file sa laine Entre nos doigts désaccordés
Tu peux m'ouvrir cent fois les bras C'est toujours la première fois
La faim de toi qui me dévore Me fait plier genoux et bras Je n'aurais pas assez d'amphore Ni de mots encore et encore Pour y mettre son terme bas
Tu peux m'ouvrir cent fois les bras C'est toujours la première fois
La soif de toi par quoi je tremble Ma lèvre à jamais desséchée Mon amour qu'est-ce qu'il t'en semble Est-ce de vivre ou non ensemble Qui pourra m'en désaltérer
Tu peux m'ouvrir cent fois les bras C'est toujours la première fois
L'amour de toi par quoi j'existe N'a pas d'autre réalité Je ne suis qu'un nom de ta liste Un pas que le vent sur la piste Efface avant d'avoir été
Tu peux m'ouvrir cent fois les bras C'est toujours la première fois
