Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Rat Trap Composer(s): Bob Geldof Performer(s): The Boomtown Rats
There was a lot of rocking going on that night Cruising time for the young bright lights Just down past the gasworks, by the meat factory door The five lamp boys were coming on strong The Saturday night city beat had already started And the pulse of the corner boys sprang into action And young Billy watched it all under the yellow street light And said "tonight of all nights there's gonna be a fight"
Billy don't like it living here in this town He says the traps have been sprung long before he was born He says "hope bites the dust behind all the closed doors And pus and grime ooze from its scab crusted sores There's screaming and crying in the high rise blocks" It's a rat trap Billy but you're already caught But you can make it if you want to or you need it bad enough
You're young and good looking and you're acting kind of tough Anyway it's Saturday night time to see what's going down Put on the bright suit Billy, head for the right side of town It's only 8 o'clock but you're already bored You don't know what it is but there's got to be more You'd better find a way out, hey kick down that door It's a rat trap and you've been caught
In this town Billy says "everybody tries to tell you what to do" In this town Billy says "everybody says you gotta follow rules" You walk up to the traffic lights Switch from your left to right You push in that button, and that button comes alight It tells you Walk don't walk, Walk don't walk Talk don't talk, Talk don't talk Walk don't walk, Walk don't walk Talk don't talk, Talk don't talk Hey Billy take a walk, take a walk, take a walk Billy take a walk, take a walk, take a walk Billy take a walk, take a walk, take a walk Billy take a walk with me
Little Judy's trying to watch "Top of the Pops" But mum and dad are fighting don't they ever stop She takes down her coat and walks out on the street It's cold on that road, but it's got that home beat Deep down in her pockets she finds 50p Now is that any way for a young girl to be "I'm gonna get out of school work in some factory Work all the hours God gave me get myself a little easy money" Now, now, now na na
Her mind's made up, she walks down the road Her hands in her pockets, coat buttoned 'gainst the cold She finds Billy down at the Italion cafe And when he's drunk it's hard to understand what Billy says But then he mumbles in his coffee and suddenly roars It's a rat trap Judy and we've been caught!
The Maharajah Of Magador Composer(s): John Jacob Loeb - Harris Performer(s): Vaughn Monroe & Ziggy Talent
There's a rich Maharajah of Magador Who had ten thousand camels and maybe more He had rubies and pearls, and the loveliest girls But he didn't know how to do the rumba He could afford... a big reward So to his people one day he said Ah ha hahahahahahahahahahah (Ah ha hahahahahahahahahahah) Which means... Take my rubies and take my pearls Take my camels and take my girls Rumba lessons are wanted for The rich Maharajah of Magador Ah hahahahahahahahah
So a slick little chick answered, "That's for me" Through the ad he had placed in Variety When she saw his expanse, she could tell at a glance That he'd never learn how to do the rumba He had his wealth, he had his health So he looked in her eyes and said Ah hahahahahahahahahha (Ah ha hahahahahahahahahahah) Take my rubies and take my pearls Take my camels, I'll keep my girls From now on you'll be working for The rich Maharajah of Magador Ah hahahahahahahaha
He was anxious to learn, so she taught him right But she taught him the thrill of a moonlight night He discovered the bliss of a half promised kiss But he never learned how to do the rumba And on the day... she went away You could hear all the people say She took his rubies and took his pearls Took his camels and all his girls Took his money and what is more She made the rich Maharajah the poor Maharajah of Magador Ah hahahahahahahah
I took my girl to a dance last night All the folks was there She took out her chewing gum And left it on a chair A nice young man came up and sat And asked my girl to dance When he tried to rise, he couldn't budge He was stuck fast by his pants
I took my girl for a buggy ride And to watch the setting sun Just as I bent to kiss her She chawed her chewing gum I turned the buggy right around And straightaway home we come I might have been a married man If it hadn't been for gum!
Rat Race Composer(s): Rita Marley Performer(s): Bob Marley
Ah! Ya too rude Oh what a rat race Oh what a rat race This is the rat race
Some a lawful, some a bastard, some a jacket Oh what a rat race, rat race
Some a gorgan, some a hooligan, some a guine-gog In this rat race, yeah! Rat race I'm singing When the cats away The mice will play Political voilence fill ya city Yea-ah! Don't involve Rasta in your say say Rasta don't work for no C.I.A. Rat race, rat race, rat race When you think is peace and safety A sudden destruction Collective security for surety Yeah!
Don't forget your history Know your destiny In the abundance of water The fool is thirsty Rat race, rat race, rat race
Oh it's a disgrace to see the Human-race in a rat race, rat race You got the horse race You got the dog race You got the human-race But this is a rat race, rat race
The Magician's Birthday Composer(s): Ken Hensley - Lee Kerslake - Mick Box Performer(s): Uriah Heep
In the magic garden Some were singing, some were dancing While the midnight moon shone brightly overhead
The stars so gaily glistened And the sphinx in silence listened to The magician tell of lives that he had led
Let the bells of freedom ring Songs of love to Friday's king
Let's all go to the magician's birthday It's in the forest, but not so far away Much to do and so much to say While we listened to the orchid orchestra play
Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you Happy birthday dear magician, happy birthday to you Happy birthday to you (dear magician), happy birthday to you Happy birthday to you (dear magician), happy birthday to you Happy birthday to you (dear magician), happy birthday to you
Then at the dead of midnight As we watched the dancing firelight The air grew cold and seemed to dull the flame The fire died, the music faded Filled with fear of death we waited For now we knew some evil was to blame
I challenge you, I challenge you all For all you own and all you know And by all the powers of darkness I will Steal what is mine
Surrender now or face my spite I grant you it may be Friday night But did you know this day Also numbers thirteen
First I give you fire I turn your fire into a sleepy stream Yes but now I give you nightmares From your horror I'll create a dream
You cannot fight me for I have the sword of hate But one thing you can't see, my answer is simply An impenetrable fortress Of love - love - love...
The fear went as quickly as it came The air was clear, the fire burned again The flames leapt, the organ played The swans sang to greet the day
And then we knew that Love will find love will find love will find Love will find love will find love will find Love...
Chevy Van
Composer(s): Sammy Johns
Performer(s): Sammy Johns
and multiple other artists
I gave a girl a ride in my wagon She crawled in and took control She was tired 'cause her mind was a-draggin' I said, get some sleep and dream of rock and roll
'Cause like a princess she was layin' there Moonlight dancin' off her hair She woke up and took me by the hand She's gonna love me in my Chevy van And that's all right with me
Her young face was like that of an angel Her long legs were tanned and brown Better keep your eyes on the road, son Better slow this vehicle down
'Cause like a princess she was layin' there Moonlight dancin' off her hair She woke up and took me by the hand We made love in my Chevy van And that's all right with me
I put her out in a town that was so small You could throw a rock from end to end A dirt-road main street, she walked off in bare feet It's a shame I won't be passin' through again
'Cause like a princess she was layin' there Moonlight dancin' off her hair She woke up and took me by the hand We made love in my Chevy van And that's all right with me
'Cause like a princess she was layin' there Moonlight dancin' off her hair She woke up and took me by the hand We made love in my Chevy van And that's all right with me
Rasputin Composer(s): Frank Farian; Fred Jay; George Reyam Performer(s): Boney M - 1978; and various other artists
There lived a certain man in Russia long ago He was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow Most people looked at him with terror and with fear But to Moscow chicks he was such a lovely dear He could preach the bible like a preacher Full of ecstacy and fire But he also was the kind of teacher Women would desire
Ra Ra Rasputin Lover of the Russian queen There was a cat that really was gone Ra Ra Rasputin Russia's greatest love machine It was a shame how he carried on
He ruled the Russian land and never mind the Czar But the kasachok he danced really wunderbar In all affairs of state he was the man to please But he was real great when he had a girl to squeeze For the queen he was no wheeler dealer Though she'd heard the things he'd done She believed he was a holy healer Who would heal her son
Ra Ra Rasputin Lover of the Russian queen There was a cat that really was gone Ra Ra Rasputin Russia's greatest love machine It was a shame how he carried on
(Spoken:) But when his drinking and lusting and his hunger for power became known to more and more people, the demands to do something about this outrageous man became louder and louder.
"This man's just got to go!" declared his enemies But the ladies begged "Don't you try to do it, please" No doubt this Rasputin had lots of hidden charms Though he was a brute they just fell into his arms Then one night some men of higher standing Set a trap, they're not to blame "Come to visit us" they kept demanding And he really came
Ra Ra Rasputin Lover of the Russian queen
They put some poison into his wine Ra Ra Rasputin Russia's greatest love machine He drank it all and he said "I feel fine"
Ra Ra Rasputin Lover of the Russian queen They didn't quit, they wanted his head Ra Ra Rasputin Russia's greatest love machine And so they shot him till he was dead
Chevrolet Composer(s): Billy Gibbons Performer(s): ZZ Top
In a flat Forty-One with my strat on the door we was goin' to the country for what we came for I'm sure you've smelled the trees in the air The best of motor cruisin's just the joy to get there
I was approachin' Simonton down by the cotton gin There was old man Berkman trying to flag me in He asked if I would stay awhile and if I needed gas I said, "No thanks, anyhow I don't drive too fast"
Hallelujah, hallelujah ride my Chevrolet Hallelujah, hallelujah ride my Chevrolet
I took the road down to Cinco through that red Brazos River land done hit that freeway at sunset Now the big city lights are at hand
Hallelujah, hallelujah ride my Chevrolet Hallelujah, hallelujah ride my Chevrolet
Raspberry Beret Composer(s): Prince Performer(s): Prince; and various other artists
1 2 1 2 3
Yeah
I was working part time in a five-and-dime My boss was Mr. McGee He told me several times that he didn't like my kind 'Cause I was a bit 2 leisurely
Seems that I was busy doing something close 2 nothing But different than the day before That's when I saw her, Ooh, I saw her She walked in through the out door, out door
She wore a Raspberry beret The kind U find in a second hand store Raspberry beret And if it was warm she wouldn't wear much more Raspberry beret I think I love her
Built like she was She had the nerve 2 ask me If I planned 2 do her any harm
So, look here I put her on the back of my bike And-a we went riding Down by old man Johnson's farm
I said now, overcast days never turned me on But something about the clouds and her mixed
She wasn't 2 bright But I could tell when she kissed me She knew how 2 get her kicks
She wore a Raspberry beret The kind U find in a second hand store Raspberry beret And if it was warm she wouldn't wear much more Raspberry beret I think I love her
The rain sounds so cool when it hits the barn roof And the horses wonder who U are Thunder drowns out what the lightning sees U feel like a movie star
Listen They say the first time ain't the greatest But I tell ya If I had the chance 2 do it all again
I wouldn't change a stroke 'Cause baby I'm the most With a girl as fine as she was then
(Raspberry beret) The kind U find (The kind U find) The kind U find (In a second hand store) Oh no no (Raspberry beret) (And if it was warm) Where have all the raspberry women gone? (She wouldn't wear much more) Yeah (Raspberry beret)
I think I... I think I... I think I love her
(Raspberry beret) No No No No No No (The kind U find) (In a second hand store) (Raspberry beret) Tell me Where have all the raspberry women gone? (And if it was warm she) (Wouldn't wear much more) (Raspberry beret) I think I love...
Que Me Quiten Lo Bailao Composer(s): Rafael Artesero Herrero First performance by: Lucía Pérez - 2011
uououooo uououooo ahora que me quiten que me quiten lo bailao uouououo oo
Me pellizco cada día pienso que suerte la mía no estoy soñando es realidad vivo como en una nube tengo lo que nunca tuve te tengo a ti a ti y todo lo que me das
Si bien se que han de venir tormentas y me caeré pero a fin de cuentas he disfrutao de todo lo bailao
uo uo uo oo uo uo uo oo ahora que me quiten que me quiten lo bailao uo uo uo uo ahora que me quiten que me quiten lo bailao
Para turu tu para pa turu pa turu
Junto a ti cada momento es sublime el sentimiento sin miedo a lo que ha de venir no me curaré en salud ni me cargaré una cruz disfruto todo tal y como eres tú
Si bien se que han de venir tormentas y me caeré pero a fin de cuentas ya disfruté de todo lo bailao
uo uo uo uo oo uo uo uo uo oo ahora que me quiten que me quiten lo bailao uo uo uo uo uo oo uo uo uo uo uo uo ahora que me quiten que me quiten lo bailao
Me siento tan bien me siento tan bien que no no no no no lo voy estropear pensando en negativo más
Se que han de venir tormentas y me caeré Aun así dire que he disfrutao de todo lo bailao
uo uo uo oo uo uo uo oo Ahora que me quiten que me quiten lo bailao uo uo uo oo uo uo uo oo Ahora que me quiten que me quiten lo bailao
Chèvrefeuille Que Tu Es Loin
((Adapted from: "Scarborough Fair" (Shirley Collins) - 1959 and "The Side Of A Hill" (Paul Simon) - 1965))
Composer(s): Traditional - Paul Simon - Pierre Delanoë
Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri - 2004
Versions In Other Languages:
1966 - Scarborough Fair/Canticle (Simon & Garfunkel)
1968 - La Fiera Del Perdono (I Califfi)
1970 - Lilja Ruusu Ja Kirsikkapuu (Kirka)
Pauvre garçon qui pense au pays Chèvrefeuille que tu es loin Pauvre garçon que l'amour oublie Un peu plus à chaque matin
Veux-tu ma belle tailler pour moi Chèvrefeuille que tu es loin Une chemise dans les draps Où naguère nous dormions si bien
Veux-tu me trouver un arpent de terre Chèvrefeuille que tu es loin Tout près de l'église au bord de la mer Pour chanter mon dernier refrain
Maintenant je sais que c'est la fin du soleil Chèvrefeuille que tu es loin Et je voudrais que ce soit toi ma belle Qui m'enterre de tes propres mains
Pauvre garçon qui pense au pays Chèvrefeuille que tu es loin Pauvre garçon que l'amour oublie Un peu plus à chaque matin
Rapture Composer(s): Chris Stein; Debbie Harry Performer(s): Blondie
Toe to toe Dancing very slow Barely breathing Almost comatose
Wall to wall People hypnotized And they're stepping Lightly Hang each night in Rapture
Back to back Sacrailiac Spinless movement And a wild attack
Face to face Sadly solitude And it's finger Popping Twenty-four hour shopping In Rapture
Fab Five Freddy Told me everything's fine DJ's spinnin' I said in my mind Flash is flash, flash is cool Francois se pas Flashe' no do And ya don't stop Sure shot Go out to the parking lot And ya get in your car And ya drive real far And ya drive all night And then ya see a light And it comes right down And lands on the ground And out comes a man from Mars And ya try to run But he's got a gun And he shoots ya dead And he eats your head And then you're in the man from Mars You go out at night, eatin' cars You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too Mercurys and Subarus And ya don't stop You keep on eatin' cars Then, when there's no more cars You go out at night and eat up bars Where the people meet Face to face Dance cheek to cheek One to one Man to man Dance toe to toe Don't move too slow 'Cause the man from Mars Is through with cars He's eatin' bars Yeah, wall to wall Door to door Hall to hall He's gonna eat 'em all Rapture
Be pure Take a tour Through the sewer Don't strain your brain Paint a train You'll be singin' in the rain I said don't stop Do punk rock
Well now you see What ya wanna be Just have your party on TV 'Cause the man from Mars Won't eat up bars Where the TV's on And now he's gone back up to space Where he won't have a hassle with the human race And ya hip-hop And ya don't stop Just blast off Sure shot 'Cause the man from Mars Stopped eatin' cars And eatin' bars And now he only eats guitars Get up!
Taken By A Stranger Composer(s): Gus Seyffert - Nicole Morier - Monica Birkenes First performance by: Lena - 2011
She's got a knuckle in her eye He knows her cat call Can't escape from telling lies I heard her saying Hey mind if I take this chair Hey mind if I take this chair He drops a pause She looks annoyed But she's so mean he thinks she has to be the one Taken by a stranger Stranger things are starting to begin Lured into the danger Trip me up and spin me round again You got some coffee on your collar And you forgot to comb your hair But I can't wait till I do better You're here and I don't care I can't help it if you like it Cause I won't be here tomorrow No one ever told you that you wouldn't be rejected Taken by a stranger Stranger things are starting to begin Lured into the danger (Danger is a risky business) Trip me up and spin me round again Dip dip dada dada da Dip dip dada dada da Uh uh uh uh Nah nah nah nah nah Taken by a stranger Stranger things are starting to begin Lured into the danger (Danger is a risky business) Trip me up and spin me round again
Cheveux Longs Et Idées Courtes
Composer(s): Johnny Hallyday - Giles Thibaut
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday; Eddie Vartan et Son Orch.
Si monsieur Kennedy Aujourd'hui revenait Ou si monsieur Gandhy Soudain ressuscitait Ils seraient étonnés Quand on leur apprendrait Que pour changer le monde Il suffit de changer
Da-da-da-da-dam Da-da-da-da-dam Et surtout, avant tout D'avoir les cheveux longs
Crier dans un micro Je veux la liberté Assis sur son derrière Avec les bras croisés Nos pères et nos grands-pères N'y avaient pas pensé Sinon combien de larmes Et de sang évités
Da-da-da-da-dam Da-da-da-da-dam Mais bien sûr leurs cheveux N'étaient pas assez longs
Écrire sur son blouson La guerre doit s'arrêter Assis sur son derrière Avec les bras croisés Les bonzes du Vietnam N'y ont jamais pensé Tout ce qu'ils ont trouvé C'est partir en fumée
Da-da-da-da-dam Da-da-da-da-dam Mais bien sûr leurs cheveux Ne sont pas assez longs
Crier c'est une honte Des hommes meurent de faim Assis sur son derrière Avec les bras croisés Est-ce la solution Est-ce le bon moyen En tout cas les hindous Devront s'en contenter
Da-da-da-da-dam Da-da-da-da-dam Avant de trouver mieux Leurs cheveux seront longs
Si les mots suffisaient Pour tout réaliser Tout en restant assis Avec les bras croisés Je sais que dans une cage Je serai enfermé Mais c'est une autre histoire Que de m'y faire entrer
Da-da-da-da-dam Da-da-da-da-dam Car il ne suffit pas D'avoir les cheveux longs
Fait-on pousser du blé En faisant des discours Faut-il un uniforme Pour détester la guerre Faut-il pour être un homme Ne plus chanter l'amour Faut-il mendier sont pain Et ne plus être fier
Da-da-da-da-dam Da-da-da-da-dam Faut-il pour être libre Avoir les cheveux longs, longs, longs
Rapte-me, camaleoa, adapte-me a uma cama boa Capte-me uma mensagem à toa De um quasar pulsando loa Interestelar canoa Leitos perfeitos, seus peitos direitos me olham assim Fino menino me inclino pro lado do sim Rapte-me, adapte-me, capte-me, it's up to me, coração Sem querer ser merecer ser um camaleão Rapte-me, camaleoa, adapte-me ao seu ne me quitte pas
Cheveux D'or Et Cheval Blanc
Composer(s): R. Dumas - J.J. Debout
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday
Des cheveux d'or dans le vent Un cheval au grand galop Et la fille qui riait Cheveux d'or et cheval blanc Qui m'a mis l'cur au galop Quand la fille m'a crié Ricard Ricard
Cheveux d'or et cheval blanc Dans la Camargue au galop Y a longtemps je l'ai cherché Et c'est au soleil couchant Qu'à la manade aux chevaux Enfin je l'ai retrouvé Ricard Ricard
Cheveux d'or entre mes mains Et le cur au grand galop Tous les deux on s'est aimé Et lorsque je m'en souviens J'en ai l' cur au galop J'en ai l' cur à l'été Ricard Ricard
