Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Streak Composer(s): Ray Stevens Performer(s): Ray Stevens
Hello everybody, this is your action news reporter With all the news that is news across the nation On the scene at the super market There seems to have been some disturbance here Pardon me sir, did you see what happened? Yeh, I did... I was standing over there by the tomatoes And here he come Running thru the pole beans, thru the fruits and vegetables Naked as a jay-bird And I hollered over at Ethel... I said don't look Ethel It was too late, she'd already been incensed...
Here he comes, boogie-dy, boogie-dy There he goes, boogie-dy, boogie-dy And he ain't wearin' no clothes Oh yes, they call him the streak Fastest thing on two feet He's just as proud as he can be Of his anatomy He's gonna give us a peek Oh yes, they call him the streak He likes to show off his physique If there's an audience to be found He'll be streakin' around Invitin' public critique...
This is your action news reporter once again And we're here at the gas station Pardon me sir, did you see what happened? Yeh, I did... I was just in here gettin' my tires checked And he just appeared out of the traffic Come streakin' around the grease rack there Didn't have nothing on but a smile I looked in there and Ethel was gettin' her a cold drink I hollered... Don't look Ethel It was too late... She'd already been mooned Flashed her right there in front of the shock absorbers
He ain't rude, boogie-dy, boogie-dy He ain't lewd, boogie-dy, boogie-dy He's just in the mood to run in the nude Oh yes, they call him the streak He likes to turn the other cheek He's always making the news Wearin' just his tennis shoes Guess you could call him unique...
Once again, your action news reporter in the booth at the gym Covering the disturbance at the basketball playoffs Pardon me sir, did you see what happened? Yeh, I did... half-time, I was just going down there To get Ethel a snow cone Here he come right our of the cheap seats Dribblin'... right down the middle of the court Didn't have on nothin' but his PF's Made a hook shot and got out thru the concession stand I hollered up at Ethel, I said don't look Ethel It was too late... She'd already got a free shot Grandstanded... Right there in front of the home team
Here he comes... look... who's that with him? Ethel, is that you, Ethel? What do you think you're doing? You get your clothes on!
Ethel, where you going? Ethel, you shameless hussy Say it isn't so Ethel Ethel...
Come Back Paddy Reilly To Ballyjamesduff Composer(s): William Percy French Performer(s): Daniel O'Donnell and various other artists
The Garden of Eden has vanished, they say But I know the lie of it still Just turn to the left at the bridge of Finea And stop when halfway to Cootehill. 'Tis there I will find it I know sure enough When fortune has come to me call Oh the grass it is green around Ballyjamesduff And the blue sky is over it all And tones that are tender and tones that are gruff Are whispering over the sea "Come back, Paddy Reilly to Ballyjamesduff Come home, Paddy Reilly, to me"
My mother once told me that when I was born The day that I first saw the light I looked down the street on that very first morn And gave a great crow of delight Now most newborn babies appear in a huff And start with a sorrowful squall But I knew I was born in Ballyjamesduff And that's why I smiled on them all The baby's a man, now he's toil-worn and tough Still, whispers come over the sea "Come back, Paddy Reilly to Ballyjamesduff Come home, Paddy Reilly, to me"
The night that we danced by the light of the moon Wid Phil to the fore wid his flute When Phil threw his lip over "Come Again Soon" He's dance the foot out o' yer boot! The day that I took long Magee by the scruff For slanderin' Rosie Kilrain Then, marchin' him straight out of Ballyjamesduff Assisted him into a drain Oh, sweet are the dreams, as the dudeen I puff Of whisperings over the sea "Come back, Paddy Reilly to Ballyjamesduff Come home, Paddy Reilly, to me"
I've loved the young women of every land That always came easy to me Just barrin' the belles of the Black-a-moor brand And the chocolate shapes of Feegee But that sort of love is a moonshiny stuff And never will addle me brain For the bells will be ringin' in Ballyjamesduff For me and me Rosie Kilrain! And through all their glamour, their gas and their guff A whisper comes over the sea "Come back, Paddy Reilly to Ballyjamesduff Come home, Paddy Reilly, to me"
I've struck oil at last! I've struck work, and I vow I've struck some remarkable clothes I've struck a policeman for sayin' that now I'd go back to my beautiful Rose The belles they may blarney the boys they may bluff But this I will always maintain No place in the world like Ballyjamesduff No guril (sic) like Rosie Kilrain I've paid for my passage, the sea may be rough But borne on each breeze there will be "Come back, Paddy Reilly to Ballyjamesduff Come home, Paddy Reilly, to me"
The Strawberry Roan Composer(s): Curley Fletcher - Fred Howard - Nat Vincent Performer(s): Bill Boyd & His Cowboy Wranglers and multiple other artists
I was hanging round town, just spending my time Being out of a job and not earning a dime A fellow walks up, and he says, "I suppose You're a bronc rider, from the looks of your clothes"
"Well, you figured me right, and I'm a good one, I claim Would you happen to have any outlaws to tame?" He says, "I've got one and a good one to buck At throwing top riders he's had lots of luck"
He says this here's one pony that's never been rode And the man that gets on him is bound to get throwed I got all het up and I asked what he'd pay To ride this old nag for a couple of days
Well, he offered me ten, and I says, "I'm your man For the bronc isn't living that I couldn't fan" He says, "Get your saddle, I'll give you the chance" So we hopped in his buckboard and rode to his ranch
Out in the horse corral, standing alone Is an old cavallo, a strawberry roan Little pin ears that touch at the tip A big 44 brand upon his left hip
He was spavined all round, and he had pigeon toes Little pig eyes, and a big roman nose U-necked and old, with a long lower jaw You could tell at a glance he's a regular outlaw
Well, I buckle on my spurs, and I'm sure feeling fine I pull down my hat and I pick up my twine Throw my loop on him, and well I know then Before he gets rode, I'll sure earn my ten
I get the blinds on him with a terrible fight Next comes the saddle, and I cinch him up tight Then I step on him and raise up the blinds "Get out of the way, boys, he's bound to unwind!"
Well, I threw him his head, and I'll say he unwound He seemed to quit living down here on the ground Went up in the east and come down in the west I'm sitting up on him and doing my best
He sure was a frog-walker, he heaved a big sigh He only lacked wings for to be on the fly Turned his old belly right up to the sun He sure was a sunfishing son of a gun
He's about the worst bucker I've seen on the range He could turn on a nickle and give you some change I lost both my stirrups and also my hat I'm reaching for leather and blind as a bat
He come down on all fours, and he went up on high And he left me a-spinning up there in the sky Turned over twice and I come down to the earth And I lit into cussing the day of his birth
Now I know there's ponies that I cannot ride There's some of them living, they haven't all died But I'll bet my money there's no man alive Who can stay with old Strawberry when he makes his high dive
Ring My Bell Composer(s): Frederick Knight Performer(s): Anita Ward
I'm glad you're home Well, did you really miss me? I guess you did by the look in your eye (look in your eye, look in your eye) Well lay back and relax while I put away the dishes Then you and me can rock a bell
You can ring my be-e-ell, ring my bell You can ring my be-e-ell, ring my bell You can ring my be-e-ell, ring my bell You can ring my be-e-ell, ring my bell
The night is young and full of possibilities Well come on and let yourself be free My love for you, so long I've been savin' Tonight was made for me and you
You can ring my be-e-ell, ring my bell (ring my bell, ding-dong-ding) You can ring my be-e-ell, ring my bell (ring my bell, ring-a-ling-a-ling) You can ring my be-e-ell, ring my bell (ring my bell, ding-dong-ding) You can ring my be-e-ell, ring my bell (ring my bell, ring-a-ling-a-ling)
(you can ring my bell, you can ring my bell ding, dong, ding, ah-ah, ring it! you can ring my bell, anytime, anywhere ring it, ring it, ring it, ring it, oww! you can ring my bell, you can ring my bell ding, dong, ding, ah-ah, ring it! you can ring my bell, anytime, anywhere ring it, ring it, ring it, ring it, oww!)
You can ring my be-e-ell, ring my bell (ring my bell, ding-dong-ding) You can ring my be-e-ell, ring my bell (ring my bell, ring-a-ling-a-ling) You can ring my be-e-ell, ring my bell (ring my bell, ding-dong-ding) You can ring my be-e-ell, ring my bell (ring my bell, ring-a-ling-a-ling)
The Stranger (Two Souls In Communion) Composer(s): Ron "Pigpen" McKernan Performer(s): Grateful Dead
What are they seeing, when they look in each other's eyes? What are they feeling, when they see each other's smile? Is it a love I've never known - or an emotion that I've outgrown?
Did I take a wrong turning on life's winding road? Won't somebody help me find the right way to go? My life need some correction, alteration in direction Won't somebody comfort me for a while - yes, I'm lost
What is the secret of this tie that binds? Two souls in communion, both body and mind Is it special magic, or just the nature of things? Conceived of great spirit, not for beggars but kings
You who have found it, please help me along I'm a man, I'm a man, - I'm not made out of stone My needs they are simple, I don't want many things But I truly want to fly on those wings of love one more time
That's all I need (fly up, fly home) I want to fly on them wings (fly up, fly home) I want to fly on them wings of love (fly up, fly home) I'm a stranger here (fly up, fly home) Won't somebody help me now (fly up, fly home) I wake up early in the morning (fly up, fly home) you know I never saw you babe (fly up, fly home) I just can't seem to understand Can't seem to understand what's wrong (fly up, fly home) What I wanna do is take a little ride with you, on the wings of love Woh-oh one more time, one more time
Come Back Little Sheba Composer(s): Lenny Kaye; Patti Smith Performer(s): Patti Smith
Come back little Sheba I hear them calling Open your ears Awake from thy sleep High above The stars are falling Open your arms And you shall receive
The lights of the city So bold and flashing All of its riches Imparted to thee Robes of saffron Robes of standing A road of crimson Spread at your feet
Your robes of standing Your robes of saffron Your road of crimson All pleasing to me But close your lights Close your gates I must arise My flock awaits
Farewell little Sheba I hear them a'calling Here is your staff Tend to thy sheep Good wishes be with you If that be your calling Farewell little Sheba Arise and take leave
Ring Dang Doo Composer(s): Joy Byers; Robert Tubert Performer(s): Sam The Sham & The Pharaohs; Lyres; Les Sexareenos
Well - you can have your gold and your diamonds too All I want is a ring dang doo Well I've been all over this great big world Hey Looking for a ring dang doo I've fallen in love with a thousand girls Yeah Looking for a ring dang doo I've got a mojo and some voodoo too But I ain't never found a ring dang doo Well I was down ina New Orleans Looking for a ring dang doo I fell in love with a girl in blue jeans Looking for a ring dang doo But I can't stay though my love is true I gotta keep looking for a ring dang doo Ring dang doo Where are you What are you From Mexico to the Philippines Yeah Looking for a ring dang doo Well I've drunk with peasants and I've dined with kings Looking for a ring dang doo But I ain't never found a single clue I've gotta keep a-looking for a ring dang doo Well people call me crazy every single day Yeah Looking for a ring dang doo But I don't care what people may say NO Looking for a ring dang doo I don't know what it looks like Or what it can do I gotta find that ring dang doo Ring dang ring dang ring dang doo Ring dang ring dang ring dang doo You can have your gold and your diamonds too All I want is a ring dang doo
Now is an interpolation of "ring dang ring dang ring dang doo" repeating with comments like "Yeah where are you" and "You gotta show yourself" in the background as the song fades away
Doctor Heckle And Mr. Jibe Composer(s): Dick McDonough Performer(s): The Dorsey Brothers and multiple other artists
Who gathers all the talk o' the town Who gives it to you, doesn't ??? Who caters to the girls if they try Doctor Heckle and Mr. Jibe
They corner each and all of the clues They publish what'll soon become news Likewise, you'd better subscribe To Doctor Jekyll and Mr. Jibe
When there's room for argument Get out them hammer and tongs They don't know from nothin' so They always wind up kickin' dogs
Yeah, yeah'n begin Just bring 'round a bottle o' gin Take a lesson on how to invite From Doctor Heckle and Mr. Jibe
But last, somethin' confidentially new Yeah, the credit where the credits due The Pullitzer Prize for the champion liars Goes To Heckle M.D. and Jibe Esquire
Ring A Ding Composer(s): Michel Fugain; Claude Lemesle Performer(s): Michel Fugain
Je vais te raconter l'histoire (Faut c'qu'y faut) D'un gars qui voulait changer l'histoire (Trop c'est trop) Il était fils de militaire et né dans un canon (Boum!) Sur sa brassière y avait déjà des galons Un homme de guerre, c'est pas la moitié d'un con Un petit coup de Marseillaise (Oh non!) Un petit coup de La Madelon (Sûrement pas!) Vive l'amour à la française Et vive la France et la Corrèze Oooh. Tout finit par des chansons Moi mon gars je veux pas changer l'histoire, je veux rien changer du tout Je laisserai rien de rien dans les mémoires, mais je m'en fous Ring a ding, ring a ding, ring a ding Ring a ding, ring a ding Oui je m'en fous
Il épousa un jour de gloire (Faut c'qu'y faut) Une demoiselle nommée victoire (Trop c'est trop) Elle était fille de légionnaire, d'ailleurs elle sentait bon (Beurk) Devant le Maire, la belle n'a pas dit non Elle était fière d'être la moitié d'un con (Allez!) Un petit coup de Marseillaise (Ouais allez tiens) Un petit coup de La main Delon (Non) Vive l'amour à la française Et vive Pimpaul et ses falaises Oooh. Tout finit par des plongeons Moi mon gars je n'veux pas changer l'histoire, je veux rien changer du tout Je laisserai rien de rien dans les mémoires, mais je m'en fous Ring a ding, ring a ding, ring a ding Ring a ding, ring a ding Oui je m'en fous
Voici la fin de mon histoire (Faut c'qu'y faut) Bien sûr c'est difficile à croire (Trop c'est trop) Un jour au cur de la mitraille, un boulet de canon (Boum!) fit une entaille plus large que ses gallons Du champ d'bataille, sortit la moitié d'un con (Et allez) Un petit coup de Marseillaise (Hola non, non) Un petit coup de La main Delon (J'ai dit non) Vive l'amour à la française Et vive enfin le Père Lachaise Oooh Tout finit au goupillon Ah moi mon gars je veux pas changer l'histoire, je veux rien changer du tout Je laisserai rien de rien dans les mémoires, mais je m'en fous Ring a ding, ring a ding, ring a ding Ring a ding, ring a ding Ring a ding, ring a ding, ring a ding Oui je m'en fous...
The Strange Little Girl Composer(s): Jerry Ross - Richard Adler Performer(s): Cowboy Copas
Now, I don't know who she was And I don't know where she came from I only know there was an angel glow In the eyes of the strange little girl
My sweetheart and I had a quarrel I was troubled as a body can get So, I put on my coat and walked out into the night When a strange little girl I met
Now, I don't know who she was And I don't know where she came from I only know there was an angel glow In the eyes of the strange little girl
She told me she knew of our quarrels And I listened as she softly spoke on She said, true love is rare So don't lose the love you share And before I could speak, she was gone
Now, I don't know who she was And I don't know where she came from I only know there was an angel glow In the eyes of the strange little girl
Ran back to the home of my sweetheart And I told her of the girl I did see She said, darling I prayed you'd forgive me and return For the same little girl came to me
Now, I don't know who she was And I don't know where she came from I only know there was an angel glow In the eyes of the strange little girl I only know there was an angel glow In the eyes of the strange little girl
Come Back And Take This Hurt Off Me Composer(s): Covay; Miller Performer(s): Small Faces
Come back and take this hurt off me Come back and take this hurt off me baby, come back and take this hurt off me 'Cause I'm too young, to be in misery, now baby, come back and take this hurt off me
I've been waitin' at the bus station 'cause that's where you left me standin' Got my clothes in a twenty-five-cent locker I'll be here till the Greyhound brings you back again, baby
Come back and take this hurt off me Come back and take this hurt off me baby, come back and take this hurt off me 'Cause I'm too young, to be in misery, now baby, come back and take this hurt off me
I knocked on my mother's door, she said, "Steven, walk on in!" Son, you don't have to say a mumbling word, she left my little baby again Yes, she did, now!
Come back and take this hurt off me baby, come back and take this hurt off me Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby now, what kind of love could this be baby, baby, baby, I don't know what you've done it got me, it got me, it got me, yes, it did!
Story Of Tina Composer(s): Hassall - Katrivanou Performer(s): Al Martino
The story of Tina began in the springtime When Tina was sweet seventeen The boy said he loved her and she gave a promise The truest that ever has been And then came the wedding one morning in May And still they are sweethearts Though years roll away The story of Tina is Love's grand adventure As sweet as a love song can be The story of Tina and me
The boy said he loved her and she gave a promise The truest that ever has been And then came the wedding one morning in May And still they are sweethearts Though years roll away The story of Tina is Love's grand adventure As sweet as a love song can be (Can't you see) The story of Tina and me
Come Back And Shake Me Composer(s): Kenny Young Performer(s): Clodagh Rodgers; Paige Claire
Come back and shake me, take me in your arms Squeeze me, please me, Baby, Baby Shake me, make me yours again Hug me, bug me, be my friend, I'm lonely
My sleeves are all torn, my buttons are loose My makeup's starting to fade away The sparkle you put in my dolly eye Is gone since that cloudy bye-bye day
My room is my house, my bed is my home My pillow's my friend, my only friend Your old baby doll, your raggedy doll Is waiting for you to play again
Come back and shake me, take me in your arms Squeeze me, please me, Baby, Baby Shake me, make me yours again Hug me, bug me, be my friend, I'm lonely
Bring your old tools and fix up my heart And get your old doll together And put back the colour gone from my lips Kiss 'em and make it better
My love is my life, my life is my love My world is my man, my only man Your old baby doll, your raggedy doll Is waiting for you to play again
Come back and shake me, take me in your arms Squeeze me, please me, Baby, Baby Shake me, make me yours again Hug me, bug me, be my friend (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Shake me, take me in your arms Squeeze me, please me, baby, baby Shake me, make me yours again Hug me, bug me, be my friend (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahhhhh) Shake me, take me in your arms Squeeze me, please me ...
Story Of My Love Composer(s): Conway Twitty - Jack Nance Performer(s): Conway Twitty
Darling we're not very old But there's a love story that has to be told By stars above I swear that it's true It's the story of my love for you (My love for you)
It starts when you came into my life You vowed someday you'd be my wife Sweetheart I thought the world of you You made my world of dreams come true (Of dreams come true)
The years may come and years may pass And I reach the end of life's journey at last Though time may change me in some ways it's true It could never change my love for you (Change my love for you)
Oh, when I'm gone bury me On the highest mountain of history Then all the world will hear me cry My love for you will never die (For you will never die)
Come Back
Composer(s): Seth Justman - Peter Wolf
Performer(s): The J. Geils Band
When you left me all alone
You left me cryin' on my own
Tell me, tell me, what you gonna do
Tell me pretty baby
'Cause I'm still in love with you
Come back (baby)
Come back-won't you come back to me
Come back (baby)
Come back-won't you come back to me
Here I'm standin' such a fool
It's not like you babe
Oh, don't be cruel
Help me, help me
'Cause you know I'm not that strong
Help me, help me darlin'
I've been lonely for too long
Come back (baby)
Come back-won't you come back to me
Come back (baby)
Come back
Tell me, tell me, what you gonna do
Tell me pretty baby
'Cause I'm still in love with you
Come back (baby)
Come back-won't you come back to me
Come back (baby)
Come back-won't you come back to me
Come back (baby)
Come back-please come back to me darlin'-aah
Come back (baby)
Come back-won't you come back to me
