Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Man With The Golden Gun Composer(s): John Barry - Don Black First release by: Lulu - 1974 Covered by multiple other artists
He has a powerful weapon He charges a million a shot An assassin that's second to none The man with the golden gun
Lurking in some darkened doorway Or crouched on a roof top somewhere In the next room, or this very one The man with the golden gun
Love is required whenever he's hired It comes just before the kill No-one can catch him, no hit man can match him For his million dollar skill
One golden shot means another poor victim Has come to a glittering end For a price, he'll erase anyone The man with the golden gun
His eye may be on you or me Who will he bang? We shall see Oh yeah!
Love is required whenever he's hired It comes just before the kill No-one can catch him, no hit man can match him For his million dollar skill
One golden shot means another poor victim Has come to a glittering end If you want to get rid of someone The man with the golden gun Will get it done He'll shoot anyone With his golden gun
Child For A Day
Composer(s): David Gordon - Paul Travis
Performer(s): Cat Stevens
I was a child Who ran full of laughter I was a child who lived for today My eyes full of sunshine My heart full of smiles I was a child for a day We were the children Who sang in the morning We were the children Who laughed at the sun Who listened to those who spoke with their wisdom We are the ones we would say, but
We're getting older as time goes by A little older with everyday We were the children of yesterday
We are the men who worry of nothing We are the men who fight without aim We listen to no one, yet speak of our wisdom We are the pawns in the game
We're getting older as time goes by A little older with everyday We were the children of yesterday
I was a child Who ran full of laughter I was a child who lived for today My eyes full of sunshine My heart full of smiles I was a child for a day
We're getting older as time goes by A little older with everyday We were the children of yesterday
Real Live Girl Composer(s): Cy Coleman; Carolyn Leigh Performer(s): Matt Monro; and various other artists
Pardon me miss but I've never done this with a real live girl what could be harmful in holding an armful of a real live girl pardon me if you're affectionate squeeze fogs up my goggles and buckels my knees I'm simply drown in the sight, and the sounds and the scent and the feel of a real live girl nothing can beat getting swept off your feet by a real live girl dreams of you but don't compare with a hunk of a real live girl girl's were to girlish was once my belief whata reversal and what a relief I'll take the flowering hat and the towering hill and the squeal of a real live girl I've seen photographs and faximilies that have set my heart off in a whirl but I over look everyone in the book for a real live girl take your vernecion or romanaprrection ideal live girl go be a hold out for Helen of Troy I am a healthy American Boy and I rather gape at the dear little shape of the stir and the kill of a real live girl full time, occasional all operational girl
The Man Who Sold The World Composer(s): David Bowie First release by: David Bowie - 1971 Covered by multiple other artists
We passed upon the stairs, we spoke in walls and web Although I wasn`t there, he said I was his friend, which came as a surprise I spoke into his eyes I thought you died --- a long a long, long time ago Oh no, not me, we never lost control The face to face of a man who sold the world
I laughed and shook his hand, and made my way back home I searched a far the land, for years and years I roamed I gazed a gazy stare We walked a million hills I must have died --- a long a long, long time ago Who knows not me I never lost control You`re face to face with the man who sold the world
Chickery Chick
Composer(s): Sidney Lippman - Sylvia Dee
Performer(s): Sammy Kaye
and multiple other artists
Once there lived a chicken who would say "Chick-chick, chick-chick" all day Soon that chick got sick and tired of just "chick-chick" So one morning he started to say
Chickery chick, cha-la, cha-la Check-a-la romey in a bananika Bollika, wollika, can't you see Chickery chick is me
Every time you're sick and tired of just the same old thing Sayin' just the same old words all day Be just like the chicken who found something new to sing Open up your mouth and start to say
Oh! Chickery chick, cha-la, cha-la Check-a-la romey in a bananika Bollika, wollika, can't you see Chickery chick is me
Real American Composer(s): Rick Derringer; Bernard Kenny Performer(s): Rick Derringer
When it comes crashing down and it hurts inside you gotta take a stand it don't hurt to hide if you hurt my friends then you hurt my pride I gotta be a man I cant let it slide
Chorus I am a real American fight for the rights of every man I'm a real American fight for what's right fight for your life
I feel strong for very long I don't take trouble for very long I've got something deep inside of me courage is the thing that sets us free
Repeat chorus x2
If you hurt my friends then you hurt my pride I gotta be a man I can't let them slide
The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance Composer(s): Burt Bacharach - Hal David First release by: The Fairmount Singers - 1962 Covered by multiple other artists
When Liberty Valance rode to town The women folk would hide, they'd hide When Liberty Valance walked around The men would step aside 'Cause the point of a gun was the only law That Liberty understood When it came to shootin' straight and fast He was mighty good
From out of the East a stranger came A law book in his hand, a man The kind of a man the west would need To tame a troubled land 'Cause the point of a gun was the only law That Liberty understood When it came to shootin' straight and fast He was mighty good When it came to shootin' straight and fast He was mighty good
Many a man would face his gun And many a man would fall The man who shot Liberty Valance He shot Liberty Valance He was the bravest of them all
The love of a girl can make a man Stay on when he should go, stay on Just tryin' to build a peaceful live Where love is free to grow But the point of a fun was the only law That Liberty understood When the final showdown came at last A law book was no good
Alone and afraid she prayed that he'd Return that fateful night, that night When nothing she said could keep her man From going out to fight From the moment a girl gets to be full grown The very first thing she learns When two men go out to face each other, only one returns
Everyone heard two shots ring out One shot made Liberty fall The man who shot Liberty Valance He shot Liberty Valance He was the bravest of them all
When we were young, Bernie's Deli was down the block (Ooh ooh ooh ooh) He made a great liver pate (You know he did, you know he did, you know he did) But if there's one thing in this world that I like better Than a corned beef on rye
Ready, Willing And Able Composer(s): Dick Gleason; Floyd Huddeston; Al Rinker Performer(s): Doris Day; Mike Smith
I'm ready, willing and able And honey, now it's up to you So lay your cards on the table And tell me what you plan to do
I'm ready, able and willing To join you in a little fun But I won't take second billing I've got to be your number one
I'm ready to give you my heart, dear I'm willing to hand you the key And I'm able to say from the start, dear It's never belonged to anyone else but me
Oh, I'm ready, I'm willing and able So if you want a love that's true Just lay your cards on the table 'Cause honey, now it's up to you
I'm ready Oh yes, you know I'm ready, baby I'm able Oh yes, you know I'm able, baby I'm willing Oh yes, you know I'm willing, baby Now I've stated my condition I've got lots of ammunition
Ready, willing and I'm able So if you want a love that's true Just lay your cards on the table 'Cause honey Honey, now it's up to you
The Man Who Broke The Bank At Monte Carlo Performer(s): Charles Coburn
I've just got here, thro' Paris, from the sunny southern shore I to Monte Carlo went, just to raise my winter's rent Dame Fortune smil'd upon me as she'd never done before And I've now such lots of money, I'm a gent Yes, I've now such lots of money, I'm a gent
I stay indoors till after lunch, and then my daily walk To the great Triumphal Arch is one grand Triumphal march Observ'd by each observer with the keenness of a hawk I'm mass of money, linen, silk and starch I'm mass of money, linen, silk and starch
I patronized the tables at the Monte Carlo hell Till they hadn't got a sou for a Christian or a Jew So I quickly went to Parie for the charms of mad'moiselle Who's the load-stone of my heart What can I do? When with twenty tongues she swears that she'll be true?
As I walk along the Bois Boolong, with an independent air You can hear them sigh and wish to die You can see them wink the other eye At the man who broke the bank at Monte Carlo
Chicken Little Baby
Composer(s): Little Richard
Performer(s): Little Richard
Well, I got the blues My baby's gonna shout for joy, shout for joy Yeah, I got the news My baby's gonna shout for joy Well, she says I'm her baby She calls me her Little Richard (Rich) Boy
Yes, I got a chicken little baby I got a chicken little baby Come on, got a chicken little baby Yea-eh-es, got a chicken little baby Uh-hum, I got a chicken little baby Ev'rybody wants her now
Well, tonight I stand with my heart in my hand Yeah, tonight I stand with my heart in my hand If I can't be your baby, I won't be your lovin' man
Yes, I got a chicken little baby I got a chicken little baby Come on, got a chicken little baby Yea-eh-es, got a chicken little baby Uh-hum, I got a chicken little baby Ev'rybody wants her now
Yes, I got a chicken little baby I got a chicken little baby Come on, got a chicken little baby Yea-eh-es, got a chicken little baby Uh-hum, I got a chicken little baby Ev'rybody wants her now
Ready To Rock Composer(s): Romanelli-Stotts; Swenson-Romanelli-Stotts Performer(s): Wendy O. Williams
Come on, let it go, we're gonna rock tonight If you don't know how I'll show you how We're gonna rock tonight Hey get with it, we're gonna rock tonight All together, we're gonna rock tonight
Hey, let's go, yeah, are you ready to rock (ready to rock)?
Make some noise, start to feel, give everything you can Gonna rock all day, gonna rock all night Rock till we can't stand Hey get with it, we're gonna rock tonight All together, we're gonna rock tonight
Hey, let's go, yeah, are you ready to rock?
Not feeling free? come rock with me Don't hold nothing back Come on let's get loose, let's bump and groan Full speed down the track
Chicken Fat Composer(s): Meredith Wilson Performer(s): Robert Preston
Touch down Every morning Ten times! Not just Now and then Give that chicken fat Back to the chicken And don't be chicken again No, don't be chicken again
Push up Every morning Ten times Push up Starting low Once more on the rise Nuts to the flabby guys! Go, you chicken fat, go away! Go, you chicken fat, go!
Left! Left! Left! Left! Left a good pound and a quarter Was it right, right that it should be left? Yes, I left! Left! Left! Left! Left a good pound and a quarter It was right (left), right (left) that it should be left!
Now, touch your toes with me Ready!
Touch down (up) Every morning (down) Ten times! (Three!) Not just (up) (Four!) Now and then (up) (Five!) Give that (up) chicken fat (Six!) Back to the (up) chicken and (Seven!) Don't be (up) chicken (Eight!) again (up) No, (Nine!) don't be (up) chicken again (Ten...halt!)
Hit the dirt! Hit! Push ups next Nice and steady Not too fast Ready!
Push up (down) Every morning (up) Ten times! Push up, Starting low (Down! That's five) Once more (down) on the rise (Six!) Nuts to the (down) flabby guys (Seven!) Go, you (down) chicken fat (Everybody sing!) go away Go, you chicken fat, go!
Ready Teddy French Title: Belle
Composer(s): Robert Blackwell; John S. Marascalco Performer(s): Little Richard; and various other artists
Ready, set, go, man, go I've got a gal that I love so I'm ready Ready ready Teddy, I'm read-yyy! Ready ready Teddy, I'm ready Ready ready Teddy, I'm ready ready ready to rock 'n' roll
Goin' down to the corner Pick up my sweetie pie She's my rock 'n' roll baby She's the apple of my eye, I'm ready Ready ready Teddy, I'm read-yyy! Ready ready Teddy, I'm ready Ready ready Teddy, I'm ready ready ready to rock 'n' roll
All the flat top cats and the dungaree dolls Are headed for the gym to the sock hop ball The joint's really jumpin', the cats are goin' wild The music really sends me, I dig that crazy style I'm ready Ready ready Teddy, read-yyy! Ready ready Teddy, I'm ready Ready ready Teddy, I'm ready ready ready to rock 'n' roll
Goin' down to the corner Pick up my sweetie pie She's my rock 'n' roll baby She's the apple of my eye I'm ready Ready ready Teddy, I'm read-yyy! Ready ready Teddy, I'm ready Ready ready Teddy, I'm ready ready ready to rock 'n' roll
All the flat top cats and all the dungaree dolls Are headed for the gym to the sock hop ball The joint is really jumpin', the cats are goin' wild The music really sends me, I dig that crazy style I'm ready Ready ready Teddy, I'm read-yyy! Ready ready Teddy, I'm ready Ready ready Teddy, I'm ready ready ready to rock 'n' roll
Gonna kick off my shoes, roll up my faded jeans Grab my rock 'n' roll baby, pour on the steam I shuffle to the left, I shuffle to the right Gonna rock 'n' roll till the early early night I'm ready Ready ready Teddy, I'm read-yyy! Ready ready Teddy, I'm ready Ready ready Teddy, I'm ready ready ready to rock 'n' roll
The Man That Is Me Composer(s): Jim Croce - Ingrid Croce Performer(s): Jim & Ingrid Croce
I'm a dreamer by nature And I've always been tryin' To dream myself out of this world that I'm in In my dreams I escape all the troubles around And it hasn't cost a penny For the pleasures I've found
What is the part That I'll play today Beggar, a bus'ness man, king for a day? I've played many parts And I'm the first to agree That I'm still lookin' round for the man that is me
I'm a dreamer by nature And I've always been Looking for something not there My financial position Don't bother my dreams 'Cause in fairy tale money I'm my own millionaire
What is the part That I'll play today Beggar, a bus'ness man, king for a day? I've played many parts And I'm the first to agree That I'm still lookin' round for the man that is me
I'm a rich man in dreams But in real life I've hid From the fact that I've got me a wife and a kid If I lose what I've got Then they lose it too Tell me what in this world's a poor dreamer to do
What is the part That I'll play today Beggar, a bus'ness man, king for a day? I've played many parts And I'm the first to agree That I'm still lookin' round for the man that is me
Chicken
Composer(s): Jerry Leiber - Walter Rollins - Mike Stoller
Performer(s): The Cheers
They drove the hottest hot rods That were ever raced in years You could hear `em burnin' rubber As they shifted through the gears They must have lost their senses In their trail of smoke and flame `Cos you had to be a maniac To play that crazy game
"Chicken", "Chicken" The winner of the game would holler "chicken"
The laughter of the couples Could be heard above the roar As they headed t'ward each other With their pedals to the floor The one that held it showed That he was not afraid to die And the one that turned aside Would hear the winning couple cry
"Chicken", "Chicken" The winner of the game would holler "chicken"
(Chicken)
They knew they'd all be losers If they ever had a tie But the closer they could make a scene The louder they would cry The kicks were always greatest When they had the closest shaves And the voices coming back Were like an echo from the grave
"Chicken", "Chicken" The winner of the game would holler "chicken"
And then one night it happened `Cos the devil had his way He was clickin' off the seconds That were left for them to play There might have been a winner But they had no way to tell For the couples all were dead And there was no one left to yell
"Chicken", "Chicken" The winner of the game would holler "chicken"