Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Wild Boys Composer(s): Simon LeBon - Nick Rhodes - Andy Taylor - John Taylor - Roger Taylor First release by: Duran Duran - 1984 Covered by multiple other artists
The wild boys are calling On their way back from the fire An august moon's surrender to A dust cloud on the rise Wild boys fallen far from glory Reckless and so hungered On the razors edge you trail Because there's murder by the roadside In a sore afraid new world
They tried to break us, Looks like they'll try again
Wild boys never lose it Wild boys never chose this way Wild boys never close your eyes Wild boys always shine
You got sirens for a welcome There's bloodstain for your pain And your telephone been ringing while You're dancing in the rain Wild boys wonder where is glory Where is all you angels Now the figureheads have fell And lovers war with arrows over Secrets they could tell
They tried to tame you Looks like they'll try again
Wild boys never lose it Wild boys never chose this way Wild boys never close your eyes Wild boys always shine
Så Synd Du Måste Gå - 1969 Adapted from: It Hurts To Say Goodbye - 1966 French Title: Comment Te Dire Adieu? - 1968 Composer(s): Stig Erik Leopold Anderson; Jacob Gold; Arnold Goland Performer(s): Anni-Frid Lyngstad - 1969
Det är alltid svårt att ta farväl Men det finns ett måste likaväl Om du kunde stanna här ändå Så synd du måste gå Sommarnatten är så ljuv men kort Redan drar den sista skuggan bort Redan färgas sommarhimlen blå Så synd du måste gå
Se solen igen Och jag önskar att vi fick gå I solen, min vän Hela livet vi två
Det lär vara ljuvt, ja underbart Sällan mötas och att skiljas snart Jag vill ha dej kvar hos mej ändå Så synd du måste gå Så synd du måste gå
Se solen igen Och jag önskar att vi fick gå I solen, min vän Hela livet vi två
Det lär vara ljuvt, ja underbart Sällan mötas och att skiljas snart Jag vill ha dej kvar hos mej ändå Så synd du måste gå Så synd du måste gå Så synd du måste gå
Roly Poly Composer(s): Fred Rose Performer(s): Jim Reeves; and various other artists
Roly Poly eatin' corn and taters Hungry every minute of the day Roly Poly gnawin' on a biscuit As long as he can chew it it's okay
He can eat an apple pie and never even bat an eye He likes anything from soup to hay Roly Poly, Daddy's little fatty I bet he's going to be a man some day
Roly Poly, scrambled eggs for breakfast Bread and jelly twenty times a day Roly Poly, eats a hearty dinner He needs lots strength to sing and play
He's up at dawn to do the chores Runs both ways to all the stores He works up an appetite that way Ro-oly Poly Daddy's little fatty Fatty's going to be a man some day
The Wiener Schnitzel Waltz Composer(s): Tom Lehrer Performer(s): Tom Lehrer
Do you remember the night I held you so tight As we danced to the Wiener Schnitzel Waltz? The music was gay, and the setting was Viennese Your hair wore some roses, or perhaps they were peonies I was blind to your obvious faults As we danced 'cross the scene to the strains of the Wiener Schnitzel Waltz!
Oh I drank some champagne from your shoe, la-la-la I was drunk by the time I got through, la-la-la For I didn't know, as I raised that cup It had taken two bottles to fill the thing up...
It was I who stepped on your dress, la-la-la The skirts all came off I confess, la-la-la Revealing for all of the others to see Just what it was that endeared you to me...
I remember the night I held you so tight As we danced to the Wiener Schnitzel Waltz Your lips were like wine, if you'll pardon the Simile The music was lovely and quite Rudolf Frim'ly I drank wine, you drank chocolate malts And we both turned quite green to the strains of the Wiener Schnitzel Waltz!
It Hurts To Say Goodbye - 1966 Composer(s): Arnold Goland; Jacob Gold First release by: Margaret Whiting - 1966 Covered by various other artists
Titles In Other Languages: 1968 - Comment Te Dire Adieu? 1969 - Så Synd Du Måste Gå
This is the hour of parting, soon I must sail away Now while the teardrops are starting just one more time let me say
Take me in your arms and hold me tight tell me that your love is mine tonight Say that everything will turn out right It hurts to say goodbye
Let me know the thrill of your embrace memories that time cannot erase While I kiss the teardrops from your face it hurts to say goodbye
Wherever you are you will always be near to me Wherever I go you'll be in my heart
'Til the sun comes shining thru again 'til we see a sky of blue again 'Til I'm back with you, my love, 'til then it hurts to say goodbye
Wherever you are you will always be near to me Wherever I go you'll be in my heart
'Til the sun comes shining thru again 'til we see a sky of blue again 'Til I'm back with you, my love, 'til then it hurts to say goodbye 'Til I'm back with you, my love it hurts to say goodbye
Roly Poly Composer(s): Elsa Doran; Sol Lake Performer(s): Doris Day; Rock Hudson; Harry James
There's a Guy in this old town I'm tellin' you a fact He measures five feet up and down And five feet front and back He's a Roly Poly Baby Pleasin' as they come He's a Roly Poly Baby A Ton of Fun
They call him Ya Ya Roly Poly Ya Ya Roly Poly Ya Ya Roly Poly Ya Ya Roly Poly Ya Ya Roly Ya Ya Poly Ya Ya Roly Poly
When I first laid eyes on him I laughed just like the rest The more I saw the more of him The more I liked him best Got a Roly Poly Baby Point to him with pride He's my Roly Poly Baby I'm satisfied
I call him Ya Ya Roly Poly Ya Ya Roly Poly Ya Ya Roly Poly Ya Ya Roly Poly Ya Ya Roly Ya Ya Poly Ya Ya Roly Poly
Just to put my arms around him Takes about a week But when I get my arms around We cuddle cheek to cheek Got a Roly Poly Baby Sweet as Apple Pie He is just a Roly Poly But so am I
I call him Ya Ya Roly Poly Ya Ya Roly Poly Ya Ya Roly Poly Ya Ya Roly Poly Ya Ya Roly Ya Ya Poly Ya Ya Roly Poly Ya Ya Roly Poly
The Widow Of Westmorland's Daughter (Traditional) Performer(s): Fairport Convention and multiple other artists
There was an old widow in Westmorland who had no daughter but one And she has prayed both night and day she should keep her maidenhead long "Ah, don't be daft, mother," she said, "and say no more to me For a fine young man in the Grenadier Guards my maidenhead's taken from me" "You saucy cat, you impudent cat, a-cursed may you be If some idle rogue in the Grenadier Guards your maidenhead's taken from thee" But the girlie's off to the Grenadier Guards as fast as go can she Saying "Give me back my maidenhead, my mother she nags at me" So he kissed her and undressed her and he laid her on the bed And he put her head where her feet were before and gave back her maidenhead Then he kissed her and he dressed her with a rose in either hand Invited her round to St. Mary's church to see his fine wedding Oh, the girlie's off to her mammy's house as fast as go can she "I'm as full a maiden, mammy dear, as the day you first bore me He kissed me and undressed me and he laid me on the bed Put my head where my feet were before and he gave back my maidenhead Then he kissed me and he dressed me, put a rose in either hand and Invited me round to St. Mary's church to see his fine wedding "Ah, never on foot," her mammy she said, "in a carriage and pair you'll ride With four and twenty fine young girls to go with you beside" "Ah, who is this?" the bride she said, "She comes so high to me" "I see it is the widow's daughter who ran home and told her mammy" "How could she do it, how would she do it, how could she do it for shame? Eleven long nights I lay with a man and I never told anyone" "If eleven long nights you lay with a man, you never shall lie with me I'd rather marry the widow's daughter who ran home and told her mammy"
Comment Te Dire? Composer(s): Pace; Thomas; Rivat; Panzeri; Livraghi Performer(s): Joe Dassin
Quand s'en va le dernier soleil d'automne Il vient chauffer encore les feuilles mortes Sur les derniers colchiques il s'abandonne Avant que les froids de Novembre ne l'emporte Toi, si tu veux comprendre la tendresse Donne-toi comme lui, donne-toi
Mais comment te dire Mais comment t'apprendre L'amour sans amour n'est plus rien Laisse-toi conduire Et cherche à comprendre Et reviens me tendre la main {2x}
Vas regarder comment la terre aride S'ouvre pour embrasser les grandes pluies d'été Et quand tu l'auras vu, tu seras riche Alors tu reviendras me chercher
Mais comment te dire Mais comment t'apprendre L'amour sans amour n'est plus rien Laisse-toi conduire Et cherche à comprendre Et reviens me tendre la main {3x}
Roly Composer(s): Raymond Froggatt Performer(s): Raymond Froggatt
Roly walked in, said with a grin "Somebody's stolen my heart" Ma gave a shout, said "Who's to be your spouse Is she rich, does she own a big car?"
Well Roly sat down, said "Oh what a clown I am Bring me a drink from the bar" Ma was almost in tears, ain't had a wedding for years Somebody run and fetch Pa
Oh, Roly's gonna get married, Pa Roly's gonna get wed Yeah, Roly's gonna get married, Pa I think he must be out of his head
"We'll be wed in a week, I don't think I'll sleep" He said "Can't stand the pain when we're apart" Well Ma was so glad, Pa shook his head And said "I always thought Roly was smart"
Oh, Roly's gonna get married, Pa Roly's gonna get wed Yeah, Roly's gonna get married, Pa I think he must be out of his head
Well Roly sat down, said "Oh what a clown I am Bring me a drink from the bar" Ma was almost in tears, ain't had a wedding for years Somebody run and fetch Pa
Oh, Roly's gonna get married, Pa Roly's gonna get wed Yeah, Roly's gonna get married, Pa I think he must be out of his head
Comment T'appelles-Tu? Composer(s): Nicolas Peyrac Performer(s): Nicolas Peyrac
Elle écrase sa cigarette Et recouche sa poupée, n'a plus peur De ces quelques mots d'amour Qui me venaient du fond du coeur Et la fumée monte en moi comme un petit matin Où le soleil reviendrait Nous parler d'éternité
Elle caresse les fleurs Amoureuse de la vie, elle s'en va Apprivoiser les renards Qui dorment seuls dans les sous-bois Et son parfum monte en moi comme un vieux souvenir Qui s'accroche à la mémoire Et empêche de vieillir
Mais comment t'appelles-tu Je ne me rappelle plus Entre la tendresse et la mort
Je perds le nord N'avais-tu pas disparu? Je ne t'avais pas revue Je n'avais que mes remords Pour vivre encore
Elle me recueille des yeux Là tout au creux de sa main Et je pars, me poser sur son visage La mort est douce au fond des pleurs Et j'irais lui chercher la lune Pour veiller son sommeil Et je crois bien que je l'aime Que c'est bon la vérité
Mais comment t'appelles-tu Je ne me rappelle plus Entre la tendresse et la mort Je perds le nord N'avais-tu pas disparu? Je ne t'avais pas revue Je n'avais que mes remords Pour vivre encore
Elle écrase sa cigarette Ne se souvient plus très bien qu'il pleuvait Me caresse le visage, Me dit j'ai peur quand tu t'en vas Puis elle parle au soleil, et c'est le sable chaud Et je crois bien que je l'aime Mais à quoi servent les mots?
Dis comment t'appelles-tu Je ne me rappelle plus Entre la tendresse et la mort Je perds le nord Ne disparais jamais plus Je crois t'avoir reconnue Et puis je crois que tu m'aimes Et moi, je n'aimerai plus
Rollin' Round The World Composer(s): Saunders; Scott Performer(s): The Square Pegs; Billy Cotton
Rolling round the world Looking for the sunshine That never seems to come my way Rolling round the world Where every little milestone Seems to look at me and say Bye bye, rainy days, bye bye snow, Got no time to waste, I must go Rolling round the world Looking for the sunshine I know Im gonna find someday
Rolling round the world Looking for the sunshine That never seems to come my way Rolling round the world Where every little milestone Seems to look at me and say Bye bye, rainy days, bye bye snow, Got no time to waste, I must go Rolling round the world Looking for the sunshine I know Im gonna find someday
Rolling round the world Looking for the sunshine That never seems to come my way Rolling round the world Where every little milestone Seems to look at me and say Bye bye, rainy days, bye bye snow, Got no time to waste, I must go Rolling round the world Looking for the sunshine I know Im gonna find someday
The White Trash Song Composer(s): Steve Young Performer(s): Steve Young; Tom Russell Band
I wake up every morning About the break of dawn Hear the rooster crowing Feel all alone There's honeysuckle outside my window Dew sparkling on the vine... Little squirrels barking Like they thought they was a mountain lion... I get to thinking about the road And all the times I come back again I was born a child to these muddy roads Die here lonesome as the wind... Cause all cars they're broke down Laying in my front yard I ought to get one together But the work just seems so hard But a man come by this morning He wanted to paint my barn He painted "See Rock City - US Highway 41"
I used to have a church woman Pretty as she could be But she run off with old Jimmy Swaggart (or: a TV preacher) Up in Nashville, Tn So I drink a lot of liquor I drink a lot of booze I'm a midnight country rambler I ain't got nothing to lose
So when you carve my tombstone honey Don't worry about no name Just say he come with a Georgia wind And left with the (or: a) morning rain But he could play a fiddle Make a dobro ring Make a guitar sparkle Like that early morning rain Yeah, a man came by here today He wanted to paint my barn He painted "See rock City - Us Highway 41"
Comment Ne Pas Être Amoureux De Vous ((aka Plaisir D'amour (by Hector Berlioz - 1859 (instrumental) - Yvonne Printemps - 1931)) ((Adapted from: Plaisir Damour Ne Dure Quun Moment... (by Jean-Pierre Claris de Florian) - 1784 and Romance (by Jean-Paul Egide Martini) - 1785)) Composer(s): Jean-Pierre Claris de Florian - Jean-Paul Egide Martini - Patrick Loiseau Performer(s): Dave - 1978
Versions In Other Languages: 18th Century - The Joys Of Love (by Richard Dyer-Bennett) 1961 - Can't Help Falling In Love (by Elvis Presley) 1992 - Heel Dicht Bij Jou, Mijn Lief (by Dirk Blanchart) 1997 - Kan er niets aan doen (by Frank Boeijen)
Je m'en veux et je vous l'avoue comment ne pas être amoureux de vous
J'étais sage et me voilà fou comment ne pas être amoureux de vous
Vous êtes la cause de mes insomnies faîtes quelque chose c'est moi, qui vous supplie
Malgré moi je me sens jaloux et malheureux d'être amoureux de vous
Ne vous moquez pas sauvez-moi de vous et délivre-moi je suis à vos genoux
Parlez-moi dites-moi surtout comment ne pas être amoureux de vous Comment ne plus être amoureux de vous...
Rolling Down A Mountainside Composer(s): Bob Hilliard; Leon Ware Performer(s): The Main Ingredient; Isaac Hayes
Losers and winners Everyone must play fair All you beginners know That you've got to start somewhere
(So) Whether you're saints or sinners (Smile) Smile and share (Sun) Sunlight as well as shadows While you learn that everyone cares (Everyone cares) Everyone out there (Everyone out there) Has a cross to bear (Has a cross to bear) And we'll never dare to live alone
`Cause we're not stones rolling down a mountainside We all count and we've got strength and we got pride `Cause God is on our side (God is on our side, God is on our side) Mmm, hmm, God is on our side, hmm, hmm
Winners and losers Fight when you know you're right You'll get some bruises but Some fool see the light
(So) So when you talk confused, yeah (Keep) Keep your pride (Smile) Smile and you'll make them listen While you teach, then we'll be alright (We'll be alright)
Birds will stay in flight (Birds will stay in flight) Day will follow night (Day will follow night) So keep the truth in sight But no, no, no
`Cause we're not stones rolling down a mountainside We all count and we've got strength and we got pride `Cause God is on our side (God is on our side, God is on our side), baby, girl God is on our side (Ooh, ooh, ooh) I said (God is on our side, God is on our side) we're not stones, no, no (Ooh, ooh, ooh) Hey, baby, hey (God is on our side, God is on our side) Mmm, hmm, mmm, hmm (Ooh, ooh, ooh) God is on our side (God is on our side, God is on our side) Hey, we ain't stones, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no (Ooh, ooh, ooh) Givers and takers (God is on our side), whoa, you heart breakers (God is on our side) We could break or make up, God is on our side, yeah Come on, mmm...hmm...hmm... Come on, yeah, yeah
Rolling down a mountainside Rolling down a mountainside Rolling down a mountainside Rolling down a mountainside Rolling down a mountainside Rolling down a mountainside
The White Knight Composer(s): Jay Huguely Performer(s): Cletus Maggard & The Citizens Band
Down on Seventy-Five or Ninety-Five or I-Twenty t'other way Turn your squelch to the right and in the night you'll hear some cotton-picker say "Breaker breaker, got a picture-taker, ol' Smokey's at forty-three!" It's that Japanese toy, the trucker's joy that everybody calls CB Yeah, Citizens Band Keeps you up to date with the fender-benders and the Tijuana taxis and all them bears out there a-flip-floppin'
Now ahead o' your children and ahead o' your wife on the list of the ten best things in life Your CB's gotta rate right around number four 'Course, beavers 'n hot biscuits 'n Merle Haggard come one-two-three, you know
Well I was loaded down comin' outta Lake City checkin' out seat covers all young and pretty My wife was right and I settled for the night that ol' concrete boulevard a-feelin' right My ol' buddy in the back was a-gettin' some sack I was gonna bring it on to Macon 'fore I climbed in the back Yeah, I had all my eight-tracks by my side from Dolly Parton to Charley Pride My stereo a-rattlin' on the dash with Johnny Cash and all that good trash Yeah, culture with a side order of ritz!
When all of a sudden there come a squall over my CB ringin' wall to wall Said "Go to double nickels as you hit the ridge 'Cause there's a smokey picture-taker t'other side o' the bridge!" "Oh, mercy! 'Preciate that, good buddy Uh, what's your handle there, come on? Come on?" Mm-hmm... Well they was nary a sound, and I was bound to think he done switched over to four When wall to wall there come a call in a voice you couldn't ignoure
And he said "Ten-four, back door Put the pedal to the metal and let it roar Hammer down to Macon Town, gonna see my mama, sure Well the Bears are gone, let's bring it on, the Georgia line's way outta sight Pulled outta Richmond Town last Saturday night, and my handle is the Whight Knight How 'bout it?"
"Hey ol' buddy, I'm the Mean Machine. What's your twenty and what's your eighteen? Grease it up and shoout me some more 'Cause I sure believe you're my front door! Come on?"
"Ten-four, back door Put the pedal to the metal and let it roar Hammer down to Macon Town, gonna see my mama, sure Well a GMC my eighteen be, and the last mile marker was a fifty-three Pulled outta Richmond Town last Saturday night, and my handle is the Whight Knight How 'bout it?"
"All right, White Knight, hammer down!" Well there I was a-streakin', my needle was a-peakin' right around seventy-nine That ol' diesel juice was a-gettin' loose and everything was fine! Oh yeah! Sing, Dolly! Sing, Loretta! Sing it, darlin's! Mm-hmm
When wall to wall, I got a call from a front door big bear trapper He said, "Break one-nine, good buddy o' mine you got a smokey in a plain white wrapper!" Well I jammed my stick and lost twenty quick, you could hear them gears a-tearin' I was passed by a beaver in a Camaro, and I was cruisin' along a-goin' so slow I could count every button on that frilly blouse she was a-wearin' 'Course, they weren't but one
"Hey there, Super Trooper" Yeah, that's that crafty smokey over there with a CB o' his very own "Who, me? Noooooo, Smokey! Got grapefruit comin from F-L-A Can't shake them up, boy Nooo, goin' double nickels all the way! Hey, White Knight! Hey, front door Let's slide one off o' Super Trooper here and show him what's happenin' up there Come on?"
And he said, "Ten-four, back door Put the pedal to the metal and let it roar Hammer down to Macon Town, gonna see my mama, sure Well the bears are gone, let's bring it on, the Georgia line's way outta sight Gotta get to Macon 'fore the middle o' the night and my handle is the Whight Knight How 'bout it?"
Well I hammered down 'cause I figured that clown knew more about it than me I was puttin' it to it, and before I knew it I was doin' 'round eighty-three When I got a call just got my gall White Knight was a-talkin' to me, and he said
"Ten-four, back door Put the pedal to the metal, what'cha waitin' for? If that ol' white can't stay in sight, gonna leave you here 'n say no more How 'bout it?"
"Whoooa now, ol' buddy, that's fightin' talk! Now say things about my wife or my religion but don't go gettin' nasty 'bout my rig now! I'll come up there 'n blow your doors off!" Sing that mad tune there, Buck!
Well I hammered down like I had wings little gravels in my wheels goin' ping-ping-ping I was hittin' ninety with a might heavy load blew a Greyhound Bus clean off o' the road 'Bout the time I hit ninety-two I saw somethin' flashin' in my rear view Thoght to myself, "That can't be true," but there it was a-goin' blue-blue-blue!
Uh-oh... Bubble gum machine done hit the jackpot! That's what it was, big ol' redneck whip right there on Smokey's car goin' twangy-twangy-twangy-twangy Play me a sad song there, Johnny
Well I could see that bear a-laughin' big Just a-hangin' in tight on the back o' my rig When all of a sudden it come to me wall to wall So in that cold dark Georgia night in the shadow o' Smokey Bear's blue light I decided to make just one more CB call...
"Break one-nine for the Super Trooper Hey there, Super Trooper, tell me if I'm right Are you my front door? Are you the White Knight? Come on?"
And he said "Ten-four, back door You in a heap o' trouble, boy, fer sure Gonna read you your rights and treat you fair just pull over there with yer rockin' chair Want you boys to know each other real well 'Cause you gonna be sharin' the same jail cell You make twelve cotton-pickers I've caught tonight Runnin' front door as that White Knight! [snicker] How 'bout it? [snicker] Forty miles over the speed limit; you boys gon' be here a while!" [snicker]
That's it, cotton-pickers, I've done been grounded My tail in jail and my rig impounded Called the boss for bond in Big A Town; he said "You got in there, you get out, clown! You lookin' for more than a bond, boy, you ain't got no job!"
I said, "Well boss, it's been nice doin' business with you Just keep it between the ditches Sevens, threes, 'n all them good numbers to you 'n boss, if you would do me one favor I... I wonder if you'd call my wife and tell I her won't be there Saturday to take the kids to no Little League nowhere now Tell her maybe she'd better look into that job what she was offered, 'n Tell her just go ahead and get my friend a leave of action to the VFW
"And boss, before my replacement takes this rig out Tell him when he's travellin' through the dark Georgia night Don't never get no fromt door called the White Knight! No sir, 'n wind up in the pokey with Smokey? Best thing you can do with that ol' thing is yank it out by the wires I don't care if it is a Johnson Sing me a sad tune there, Johnny
"Oh Lordy mercy! Where am I gonna get two hundred 'n fifty green stamps to get outta this pokey? Oh Lordy..."
Kan Er Niets Aan Doen ((aka Heel Dicht Bij Jou, Mijn Lief (by Dirk Blanchart) - 1992))
((Adapted from: Plaisir Damour Ne Dure Quun Moment... (by Jean-Pierre Claris de Florian) - 1784 and
Romance (by Jean-Paul Egide Martini) - 1785))
Composer(s): Jean-Pierre Claris de Florian - Jean-Paul Egide Martini - Frank Boeijen
Performer(s): Frank Boeijen - 1997
Versions In Other Languages:
18th Century - The Joys Of Love (by Richard Dyer-Bennett)
1859 - Plaisir D'amour (by Hector Berlioz) (instrumental)
1931 - Plaisir D'amour (by Yvonne Printemps)
1961 - Can't Help Falling In Love (by Elvis Presley)
1978 - Comment Ne Pas Être Amoureux De Vous (by Dave)
Verstandig is het niet Alleen een idioot denkt niet na Maar ik kan er niets aan doen Ik word verliefd op jou
Wat als ik blijf Zou dat verkeerd zijn Want ik kan er niets aan doen Ik wordt verliefd op jou
Een rivier die stroomt Altijd naar de zee Liefste ga je mee Dit had zo moeten zijn
Neem mijn hand Mijn hele leven is voor jou Want ik kan er niets aan doen Ik word verliefd op jou
Want ik kan er niets aan doen Ik word verliefd op jou...
Rollin' (In My Sweet Baby's Arms) (Traditional) Performer(s): George Jones & Tammy Wynette; and various other artists
Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms I'll lay around this shack 'Til the mail train comes back An' I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms
I ain't gonna work on the railroad (You ain't gonna work at all if you can help it !) No, I ain't gonna work on the farm I'll lay 'round this shack 'Til the mail train comes back An' I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms
Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms I'll lay around this shack 'Til the mail train comes back An' I'm rollin' in my sweet baby's arms
My mama was a beauty operator Sister could sew and could mend My daddy owned an interest in that old sorghum mill Just-a watchin' all that money roll in
Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms (rollin' in my sweet baby's arms) Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms (rollin' in my sweet baby's arms) I'll lay around this shack 'Til the mail train comes back An' I'm rollin' in my sweet baby's arms
Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms (rollin' in my sweet baby's arms) Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms (rollin' in my sweet baby's arms) I'll lay around this shack 'Til the mail train comes back An' I'm rollin' in my sweet baby's arms
Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms (rollin' in my sweet baby's arms) Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms (rollin' in my sweet baby's arms) I'll lay around this shack 'Til the mail train comes back An' I'm rollin' in my sweet baby's arms
Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms (rollin' in my sweet baby's arms) Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms (rollin' in my sweet baby's arms) I'll lay around this shack 'Til the mail train comes back An' I'm rollin' in my sweet baby's arms
Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms (rollin' in my sweet baby's arms) Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms (rollin' in my sweet baby's arms) I'll lay around this shack 'Til the mail train comes back An' I'm rollin' in my sweet baby's arms
The Whistling Song Composer(s): A. Angers - B. Wicks Performer(s): Billy Cotton & His Band
When she walks down the street All the cops on the beat turn and whistle (Wolf whistle) When she rides in the row All the boys shout out Whoa and they whistle (Wolf Whistle) Apart from the fact that its coarse A whistle unsettles the horse And an unsettled horse can result in a very sad end My friend When she travels by air Pilots turn round and stare and they whistle (Wolf whistle) When she rides in a train Porters do it again, they all whistle (Wolf whistle) Now shes met a boy who cant whistle at all But hes very handsome, hes dark and hes tall He couldnt care less about all of the rest They can whistle
When she goes for a hike Or a rid on a bike how they whistle (Wolf whistle) All the butchers and bakers And candlestick makers all whistle (Wolf Whistle) She doesnt consider it rude You cant call the lady a prude So our local attraction Gives some slight reaction Shell bow, and how. When she goes to the movies Or goes to a show how they whistle (Wolf whistle) When she puts on her coat And is ready to go how they whistle (Wolf whistle) They whistled like mad when she went to a ball She turned to the dark man whos handsome and tall And said Arent they darlings, good luck to them all They can whistle (Wolf whistle)
Au beau milieu de la foule D'un dimanche après-midi Au beau milieu de la foule Je le reconnais c'est lui
Au beau milieu de la foule De ces gens qui me sourient Parmi tous mes ennemis Je le reconnais c'est lui
Comment lui dire, comment lui dire Comment lui faire comprendre d'un sourire Comment lui dire, comment lui dire
Au beau milieu de la foule Du dimanche après-midi Je me sens nerveuse pas kool Je le reconnais, c'est lui
Au beau milieu de la foule Des étrangers de ma vie Je voudrais qu'il ait compris Qu'il m'emmène loin d'ici
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S'il peut m'attendre, s'il peut m'apprendre S'il peut m'atteindre qu'il vienne à moi S'il peut comprendre, s'il peut m'entendre Et me rejoindre qu'il vienne à moi Qu'il vienne à moi
Au beau milieu de la foule Du dimanche après-midi Au beau milieu de la foule Qu'il m'emporte loin d'ici
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