Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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From Coney Island to The Sunset Strip Somebody's gonna make a happy trip Tonight, while the moon is bright
He's gonna have a bag of crazy toys To give the groanies of the boys and girls So dig, Santa comes on big
He'll come a callin' when the snows the most When all you cats are sleepin' warm as toast And you gonna flip when Old Saint Nick Takes a lick on the peppernint stick
He'll come a flyin' from a higher place And fill the stocking by the fire place So you'll, have a yule that's cool
Yeah, from Coney Island to The Sunset Strip Somebody's gonna make a happy trip Tonight, while the moon is bright
He's gonna have a bag of crazy toys To give the groanies of the boys and girls So dig, Santa comes on big
He'll come a callin' when the snows the most When all you cats are sleepin' warm as toast And you gonna flip when the Old Saint Nick Takes a lick on the peppermint stick
He'll come a flyin' from a higher place And fill the stocking by the fire place So you'll, have a yule that's cool
There's A Fly On My Music Composer(s): Lew Brown - Sammy Fain - Ralph Freed Performer(s): Spike Jones & his City Slickers
Larry Keating: Del, old boy, what's the matter? Well listen, you know, I gave you a marvellous introduction I built you up as a virtuoso This is really very embarrassing, Del
Del Porter: Pardon me, Mr. Keating For playing' away off key I've sounded sour for over an hour But don't put the blame on me
`Cos, there's a fly on my music Looks just like a note He's in my way an' I can't play The song the feller wrote
Cool Water Composer(s): Bob Nolan Performer(s): Dude Martin - 1936 Covered by multiple other artists
All day I've faced the barren waste Without the taste of water, cool water Old Dan and I with throats burned dry And souls that cry for water, cool, clear water
Keep a-movin', Dan, don't you listen to him, Dan He's a devil not a man And he spreads the burning sand with water Dan can you see that big green tree Where the water's runnin' free And it's waiting there for you and me
The nights are cool and I'm a fool Each star's a pool of water, cool water But with the dawn I'll wake and yawn And carry on to water, cool, clear, water
The shadows sway and seem to say Tonight we pray for water, cool, water And way up there He'll hear our prayer And show us where there's water, cool, clear, water
Dan's feet are sore he's yearning for Just one thing more than water, cool, water Like me I guess he'd like to rest Where there's no quest for water, cool, clear, water
Rum Tum Tum Composer(s): Lionel Bart Performer(s): Jonathan Pryce
Fagin (spoken): Just do everything you see Dodger and Charlie do Make 'em your models, my dear especially Dodger -- He's going to be right little... Bill Sikes! Tell me my dear, you see my hankerchief? See if you can take it from me without my noticing like you saw the others do
Rum-tum-tum Rum-tum-tum Pom-pom-pom Pom-pom-pom Skiddle-eye-tye Tee-rye-tye-tye Tee-ruppa-tuppa-ruppa-tum-tum You've got to pick a pocket or two! You've got to pick a pocket or two!
There's A Fellow Waiting In Poughkeepsie Composer(s): Harold Arlen - Johnny Mercer Performer(s): Bing Crosby & The Andrews Sisters
There's a feller waitin' in Ploughkeepsie And he's just as sweet as sweet can be He hasn't even been tipsy Since I left him and took to the sea There's another waitin' in Pomona With the cutest dimple in his chin And there's a guy in Daytona Who just waits for my ship to come in I miss `em, honour bright I write `em every night But if you held my hand I suppose they would all understand Oh, you mustn't think I'm just a gypsy But I really ought to set you right There's a feller waitin' in Ploughkeepsie But I'm strictly on my own tonight
(Bing) There's a wave who's waitin' in Biloxi Says she's gonna marry me or bust We're bein' married by proxy When I find me a wolf I can trust There's a spar who's waiting in Waukegan Who is really different from the rest I think her last name is Reagan That's the name that's tattooed on my chest A whack in Hackensack A walk from Pontiac I got `em here and there What the heck, chicks are chicks anywhere Some of them are kinda bobby-soxsy But it might be quite a lengthy fight There's a wave who's waitin in Biloxi But I'm strictly on my own tonight
(All) There's a sweetheart in Ploughkeepsie
(A.S.) Just as sweet as sweet can be, you see
(All) He hasn't even been tipsy Since I left him and took to the sea Oh, you mustn't think we're gypsies
(A.S.) But we really ought to set you right
(Bing) Well tell it tonight
(All) There's a feller and a girl witin' in Ploughkeepsie
Cool Touch Composer(s): Alan Tarney; Leo Sayer Performer(s): Leo Sayer
Hanging out with the night-time clientele Place your ladder for the social climb Same old routine that you know so well Another opening and another line Its the cool touch Yeah, the cool touch
Call your lover on the mobile phone Cmon over well have some fun Leave a message sayin theres no one home I guess the good times just begun Its the cool touch Yeah, the cool touch
Cool touch, too much, its too much Too much, cool touch, or not enough Cool touch, too much, too much Too much, cool touch, its not enough Take me take me to the sky above Fool me, fool me with your words of love Cool touch, too much
Now shes reclining in the back of the sports car Champagne and glasses, he slips right in No passing stranger couldve torn them two apart Some games you play and you just cant help but win The cool touch Yeah, the cool touch
Cool touch, too much, its too much Too much, cool touch, its not enough Cool touch, too much, too much Too much, cool touch, its not enough Take me take me to the sky above Fool me fool me with these words of love Cool touch, too much
A wind is blowing through this get rich town She wraps the fur round her pretty waist He feels a shiver as he grips the wheel Feeling strangely out of place Cool touch, too much, its too much Too much, cool touch, maybe not enough Cool touch, too much, too much Too much, cool touch, its not enough
Bring me bring me someone I can trust All this glitters just a bag of dust Cool touch, too much, its too much Too much, cool touch, its not enough I had enough of this cool touch Kids stuff, but I cant get enough Cool touch, too much, too much Too much, cool touch, its not enough
There's A Coach Comin' In Composer(s): Alan Jay Lerner - Frederick Loewe Performer(s): Harve Presnell
There's a coach comin' in! There's a coach comin' in! Comin in! Comin in! Comin in! Comin in! Comin in!
There's a coach comin' in If you listen you can hear A clip, up and over the hill And the sound that you hear Is as good to your ear As the call of a wild whippoorwill
There's a coach comin' in You can feel it gettin' near All at once, and it bursts into veiw And it looks to your eye Like it fell from the sky Like a coach full of dreams come true
For it's bringin' me eyes that are moonlight And it's carryin' lips that are wine (kiss sound) And it's comin' with arms that are pillows And this evening it all will be mine
There's a coach comin' in Can you smell it like a steer? Yet the soap tub remains far away From the socks from your feet From the socks from your feet Rake your hair till it's neat Rake your hair till it's neat There's a coach comin' in There's a coach comin' in today!
There's a coach comin' in Hurry! Hurry! Do ya hear? With a cargo of joy from Paree Drop the tables and chairs Get them beds up the stairs And be sure every lock has a key
For it's coming with girls who buy perfume Who wear powder and rouge from Paree Who will have to go somewhere to get them And that somewhere to go, will be me
There's a coach comin' in And it's flyin' like a deer Thank the Lord, there's relief on the way Packed with all of your hearts Packed with all of your hearts More than half dozen tarts More than half dozen tarts There's a coach comin' in There's a coach comin in today!
There's a coach comin' in If you listen you can hear it A clip, up and over the hill And the sound that you hear Is as good As the call of the wild whippoorwill
For it's bringin' me eyes that are moonlight And it's carryin' lips that are wine It's comin' with arms that are pillows And this evening it all will be mine
There's a coach comin' in If you listen you can hear it A clip, up and over the hill And the sound that you hear Is as good to your ear As the call of the wild whippoorwill
There's a coach comin' in You can feel it gettin' near All at once, and it bursts into veiw And it looks to your eye Like it fell from the sky Like a coach full of dreams come true
For it's bringin' me eyes that are moonlight And it's carryin' lips that are wine And it's comin' with arms that are pillows And this evening it all will be mine
There's a coach comin' in Now it's flyin' in the clear And the sun almost closes the day Now there ain't pots of gold Now they're all livin' gold There's a coach comin' in There's a coach comin' in And it's here!
Cool The Engines Composer(s): Brad Delp; Tom Scholz; Fran Sheehan Performer(s): Boston
Now I like takin' off Don't like burnin' out Every time you turn it on Makes me want to shout We keep getting hotter Movin' way too fast If we don't slow this fire down We're not gonna last
Cool the engines Red line's gettin' near Cool the engines Better take it out of gear
I'm no fool I'm gonna keep it cool and take it day by day We won't know where we might go 'Till we take it all the way
Take me for a ride Take me all the way Take me where I've never been Someplace I can stay Don't get yourself too hot Don't get yourself too high If we don't take it easy now We can kiss it all goodbye
Cool the engines Slow this rocket down Cool the engines Why don't ya take a look around
I'm no fool, gonna keep it cool Take it day by day We won't know where we might go 'Till we take it all the way
Cool the engines Cool the engines Goin' over the line Goin' off the dial Runnin' out of time And it's gettin' wild
Got flashin' lights Goin' 'round and 'round Until we get it right Better cool it down Better cool it down
Cool the engines
And now we're on our way No need to hurry just to get from day to day And I, oooh, I know We don't have to run that hard to get where we can go
There's A Cabin In The Pines Composer(s): Billy Hill Performer(s): Ray Noble & His Orch. and multiple other artists
Theres a cabin in the pines, hidden in the wild wood Wrapped in honeysuckle vines Where a mellow moon is always shining Shining on my cabin in the pines
Theres a sweetheart in the pines writing me a letter I can read between the lines I can see she longs for my returning To my little cabin in the pines
Whispering breeze, whisper to my love Tell her Ill come back some day Say that Im blue, broken hearted too Sorry that I went away
Theres a cabin in the pines meant to be a love nest Down among the Carolines Is it any wonder Im so lonely Longing for my cabin in the pines
Cool Papa Cool Composer(s): Francis Cabrel Performer(s): Francis Cabrel
Cool papa cool C'est pas parce que ton rêve s'écroule Qu'il faut que tu tires dans la foule autour de toi Cool papa cool On n'est pas fait du même moule Toi, t'es rocher, moi pierre qui roule On ne choisit pas Ta fortune éclate Tes prêtres se battent Juste en bas de chez toi Ta fille se shoote Ton fils fait la route Et ta maîtresse reçoit Y a tes héros qui sautent Y a des mendiants qui votent Y a ta femme qui boit Y a plus de cathédrales Y a des stars en sandales Et personne les croît
Cool papa cool C'est pas parce que ton rêve s'écroule Qu'il faut que tu tires dans la foule autour de toi Cool papa cool On n'est pas fait du même moule Toi, t'es rocher, moi pierre qui roule On ne choisit pas Tous les traîtres t'embrassent Ton pavillon de chasse Est plein de juges hors la loi Y a les huissiers qui sonnent Y a dieu au téléphone T'as du sang sur les doigts Le temps te bouscule Ton image brûle Mais ne t'en fais pas Faut que tu comprennes Que dans dix ans à peine C'est peut-être à moi qu'on dira...
Cool papa cool C'est pas parce que ton rêve s'écroule Qu'il faut que tu tires dans la foule autour de toi Cool papa cool On n'est pas fait du même moule Toi, t'es rocher, moi pierre qui roule On ne choisit pas Cool papa cool C'est pas parce que ton rêve s'écroule Qu'il faut que tu tires dans la foule autour de toi Cool papa cool
Rules Of The Game Composer(s): Billy Sherrill Performer(s): Billy Sherrill
The first time, the first time you made me blue I should have stayed away, stayed away from you But I just didn't know the rules of the game
And many times like the time before You know you made me cry but I came back for more Still I didn't know the rules of the game
Now I know somebody, someone's gonna make you blue And you're gonna need someone to tell your trouble to But there'll be one you know who'll always come to you Guess I'll never know the rules of the game
There's A Boy Coming Home On Leave Composer(s): Jimmy Kennedy Performer(s): Flanagan & Allen and multiple other artists
There's a boy coming home on leave There's a girl wants him home on leave She'll meet him right at the station And will she tell all the Nation
There's a boy coming home on leave And his heart will be on his sleeve They'll have a grand celebration When he comes home on leave
And as they meet, he'll tell her how he's missed her That's after he's kissed her And then they'll talk about that wedding morning They'll plan a honeymoon, the Army can't wait till June
There's a boy coming home on leave He'll enjoy coming home on leave They'll make it ten days of heaven When he comes home on leave
Allen: Bud, isn't it wonderful coming home on leave?
Flanagan: Yes, Ches, we'll soon be in Victoria Station What's the first thing you gotta do when you get in? As soon as you see the Missus, what're you gonna do?
Allen: The first thing, Bud, I'm gonna kiss the Wife
Flanagan: Are ya? And the second thing?
Allen: Well, take me pack off What about you, Bud?
Flanagan: Well, I'm goin' straigt in to the Missus and I'm gonna say "There's something I want!", send the kids to the pictures And when the kids are gone to the pictures, you know what I'm gonna ask her?
Allen: No, Bud
Flanagan: How ya been gettin' on for bacon?
Both: Ha-ha-ha-ha
And as they meet, he'll tell her how he's missed her That's after he's kissed her And then they'll talk about that wedding morning They'll plan a honeymoon the Army ????? in June
There's a boy coming home on leave He'll enjoy coming home on leave They'll make it ten days of heaven When he comes home on leave
Cool Night Composer(s): Paul Davis Performer(s): Paul Davis
I sometimes wonder why All the flowers have to die I dream about you And now -- Summer's come and gone And the nights they seem so long Come on over tonight Come on over
It's gonna be a cool night Just let me hold you by the firelight If it don't feel right you can go
Oh-- when the cool night brings back memories Of a good life when this love was not so old
Oh-- I won't talk about the past How love's supposed to last forever And you -- Don't have to take a stand Lay out any plans Come on over tonight Come on over
It's gonna be a cool night Just let me hold you by the firelight If it don't feel right you can go
It's gonna be a cool night Just let me hold you by the firelight If it don't feel right you can go ...
When Britain first, at Heaven's command Arose from out the azure main Arose from, arose from out the azure main This was the charter, the charter of the Land And Guardian Angels sang this strain
Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves! Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves! Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves
The nations, not so blest as thee Must, in their turns, to tyrants fall Must, in their turns, to tyrants fall While thou shalt flourish great and free The dread and envy of them all
Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves! Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves! Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves
Still more majestic shalt thou rise More dreadful from each foreign stroke More dreadful, dreadful from each foreign stroke As the loud blast, the blast that tears the skies Serves but to root the native oak
Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves! Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves! Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves
Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame All their attempts to bend thee down All their, all their attempts to bend thee down Will but arouse; arouse thy gen'rous flame But work their woe and their renown
Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves! Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves! Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves
The Muses still with Freedom found Shall to thy happy coast repair Shall to thy happy, happy coast repair Blest isle with matchless, with matchless beauty crown'd And manly hearts to guard the fair
Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves! Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves! Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves
There'll Come A Time Composer(s): Eugene Record - Floyd Smith First release by: Betty Everett and multiple other artists
There'll come a time in every girl's life She'll have to cry There'll come a time when the heart Won't take no more She'll have to cry, cry, cry, cry Baby sometimes you see the rich have to cry The poor have to cry You got to cry And I got to cry sometimes I'll say it again Rich have to cry The poor have to cry You got to cry I got to cry, oh yeah
Oh love, oh love, oh love Why you wanna go Away and leave me here to cry When you know I would miss you But oh baby, if you'd please Please come back to me I apologize, if I ever made you cry You see the rich have to cry Poor have to cry You get to cry And I got to cry
Cool Love
Composer(s): Vicki Countryman - Wanda Jackson
Performer(s): Wanda Jackson; Kim Lenz
You've been playin' it cool I've been playin' a fool (ooh wah) Now don't you give me that cool love (give me that cool love) Give me the kind I need (the kind I need) Let's start gettin' with it, baby You're actin' like a square to me (baby!) Well, love's gotta be warm And love's gotta be right And this ain't no ice cube that you're with tonight So don't you dish me out the cool love (give me that cool love) It don't move me at all (move me at all) And if you'd live it up, baby Man, we'd really have a ball (baby!) You've been playin' it cool I've been playin' a fool (ooh wah) Now don't you give me that cool love (give me that cool love) Give me the kind I need (the kind I need) Let's start gettin' with it, baby You're actin' like a square to me (baby!) Now the clock is strikin' one And we ain't had no fun Just throw your arms around me And the night has just begun Now that's a little more like it (a little more like it) Now you're doing all right (doing all right) And if you keep it up, baby I'll see you tomorrow night (see you tomorrow night) See you tomorrow night (see you tomorrow night) See you tomorrow night (see you tomorrow night) See ya! (Yeah)
