Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Too Pooped To Pop Composer(s): Benny Davis - Chuck Berry Performer(s): Chuck Berry
Casey is an old man who wants to be a teen He goes to all the dances and they call him cha-cha king He cha-chas when the band is playin' rock and roll He tries to keep in time but the beat leaves him cold
Because he's too pooped to pop, he's too old to skoal His hips gettin' weaker when he try to do the stroll And every time his feet get to goin' one way Here come a new dance and it's goin' astray
Chicks told Casey, you better move man This is a-only a one night stand Casey wasn't in time but he's dancin' awhile 'Til a cramp caught his leg and he had to change his style
Because he's too pooped to pop, he's too old to skoal His hips gettin' weaker when he try to do the stroll And every time his feet get to goin' one way Here come a new dance and he's gone astray
Because he's too pooped to pop, he's too old to skoal His hips gettin' weaker when he try to do the stroll And every time his feet get to goin' one way Here come a new dance and he's gone astray
Casey finally learned to do the hoochie koo This might have been fine back in '22 Now, I'm gonna give you fellows just a little tip If you wanna keep your girl you better get hip
Or, you'll be too pooped to pop, too old to skoal Your hips'll get weak when you try to do the stroll And every time your feet gettin' to goin'one way Here comes a new dance you'll be left to stray
I Knew You When Composer(s): Joe South First release by: Billy Joe Royal - 1965 Covered by multiple other artists
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah I knew you when you were lonely I knew you when you were only A girl all alone without love I knew you when I knew you when you were sad and all alone You didn't have anyone that you could call your own I knew you when your heart belonged to only me I used to be your only love Now your love is just a memory Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah I knew you when you were lonely I knew you when you were only A girl all alone without love I knew you whenI knew you when - we used to have a lot of fun But someone else could offer more Now I'm the lonely one I knew you when you were just a scared little girl But that was many tears ago Before you came up in the world Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah I knew you when you were lonely I knew you when you were only A girl all alone without love (Yeah yeah yeah) I knew you when (Yeah yeah yeah)...
Julien Composer(s): Maurice Valley; Julien Clerc Performer(s): Julien Clerc
Tiens, vous m'avez appelé Julien Vous semblez me connaître bien Mais votre visage ne me dit rien Tiens, vous prétendez que l'on s'est aimés Que je n'ai pas pu oublier Tout ce qui s'était passé
{Refrain:} Tiens, vous vous souvenez très bien Comme d'un réve qui revient D'un passé qui est déjà loin Moi, je ne me souviens de rien Votre histoire ne me dit rien Cessez de pleurer en vain
Tiens, j'aimais donc beaucoup vos très charmantes soirées Passées à boire du thé Tiens, je disais être heureux Quand nous allions tous les deux Voir les matchs de cricket
{Refrain}
Tiens, vous m'avez recherché partout Vous avez fouillé tout le pays De Liverpool à Brighton Tiens, vous m'avez aperçu en vain Par un après-midi d'automne Je prenais l'avion pour Paris Non, vous avez dû Vous tromper avec un autre, c'est certain Là-bas, jamais je ne suis allé
Moi, je ne me souviens de rien Votre histoire ne me dit rien Cessez de pleurer en vain
The old rocker wore his hair too long Wore his trouser cuffs too tight Unfashionable to the end Drank his ale too light
Death's head belt buckle, yesterday's dreams The transport cafe prophet of doom Ringing no change in his double-sewn seams In his post-war-baby gloom
Now he's too old to Rock'n'Roll, but he's too young to die
He once owned a Harley Davidson And a Triumph Bonneville Counted his friends in burned-out spark plugs And prays that he always will
But he's the last of the blue blood greaser boys All of his mates are doing time Married with three kids up by the ring road Sold their souls straight down the line
And some of them own little sports cars And meet at the tennis club do's For drinks on a Sunday, work on Monday They've thrown away their blue suede shoes
Now they're too old to Rock'n'Roll and they're too young to die
So the old Rocker gets out his bike To make a ton before he takes his leave Up on the A1 by Scotch Corner Just like it used to be
And as he flies, tears in his eyes His wind-whipped words echo the final take And he hits the trunk road doing around 120 With no room left to brake
And he was too old to Rock'n'Roll, but he was too young to die No, you're never too old to Rock'n'Roll if you're too young to die
I Knew You Were Waiting (For Me) Composer(s): Simon Crispin Climie; Dennis W. Morgan First release by: Aretha Franklin & George Michael - 1986 Covered by multiple other artists
Like a warrior that fights And wins the battle I know the taste of victory
Though i went through some nights Consumed by the shadows And was crippled emotionally
Somehow I made it through the heartace I escaped I found my way out of the darkness, kept my faith Kept my faith
And the river was deep I didn't falter When the mountain was high I still believed When the valley was low It didn't stop me I knew you were waiting Knew you were waiting for me
With and endless desire I kept on searching Sure in time our eyes would meet
And like the bridge is on fire The hurt is over One touch and you set me free
I don't regret a single moment Looking back, when I think of all those disappointments I just laugh, I just laugh
And the river was deep I didn't falter When the mountain was high I still believed When the valley was low It didn't stop me I knew you were waiting Knew you were waiting for me
So we were drawn together through destiny I know this love we share was meant to be
Julien arrête Ce soir j'ai envie de parler Et non de faire la fête J'ai tant de choses dans la tête Que tu ne comprends pas
Julien écoute Avant toi j'ai brûlé ma vie Au grand feu de l'indifférence Tant d'hommes ont traversé mes nuits Ne me laissant qu'un grand silence En attendant la délivrance Pour éviter les habitudes Je m'habillais de solitude Jusqu'à toi
Julien tendresse, Julien carresse Julien rêveur, Julien moqueur Qui ne tient jamais ses promesses Julien ma joie et mon enfer Julien ma paix, Julien ma guerre Julien mon paradis perdu Julien à moi
Julien sauvage, Julien voyage Julien s'en va, Julien revient Tenant ma vie entre ses mains Julien ma soif, Julien ma faim Ma maison mon pain et mon vin Julien ma seule raison de vivre Julien à moi
Julien écoute J'ai voulu faire de notre amour Un monde qui te ressemble J'avais souvent perdu sans toi Je voulais tant qu'on gagne ensemble Mais quand le manège cesse de tourner Il faut savoir descendre Sans larme et sans attendre Et s'en aller
Julien tendresse, Julien carresse Julien rêveur, Julien moqueur Qui ne tient jamais ses promesses Julien ma joie et mon enfer Julien ma paix, Julien ma guerre Julien mon paradis perdu Julien à moi
Julien qui casse, Julien qui lasse Julien qui part et qui s'en fou Julien qui revient à genoux Julien ma honte, Julien ma gloire Julien ma défaite, ma victoire Julien trop tard Julien ce soir tout est fini
Julien tristesse, Julien détresse Julien trop de fois revenu Et trop de fois tu m'as déçu Julien ma soif, Julien ma faim Ma maison mon pain et mon vin Julien trop tard, Julien ce soir Tout est fini Julien c'est la dernière fois Non je ne suis pas tout pour toi Julien ne pleure pas comme ça Julien reviens
Too Old To Cut The Mustard Composer(s): Bill Carlisle Performer(s): The Carlisles and multiple other artists
When I was young, I had an automobile I'd scoot myself right under that wheel I had to fight the gals off with a stick But now they say, "Oh, he makes me sick"
He's too old, too old He's too old to cut the mustard anymore He's a-gettin' too old, he's done got too old He's too old to cut the mustard anymore
When I was young I had a lot of pep I could get around, I didn't need no help But since I'm old and a-gettin' gray The people all look at me and say
He's too old, too old He's too old to cut the mustard anymore He's a-gettin' too old, he's done got too old He's too old to cut the mustard anymore
I Knew The Bride (When She Used To Rock & Roll) Composer(s): Nick Lowe Performer(s): Nick Lowe and multiple other artists
I knew the bride when she used to rock and roll I knew the bride when she used to rock and roll
Well, the bride was a picture in the gown that her mama wore When she was married herself nearly twenty-seven years before The had to change the style a little but it looked just fine Stayed up all night, but they got it finished just in time
Now on the arm of her daddy, she's walkin' down the aisle I see her catch my eye and give me a secret smile Maybe it's too old fashioned, but we once were close friends Oh but the way that she looks today, she never could have then.
Well, I can see her now in her tight blue jeans Stuffin' all her money in the record machine Spinnin' like a top, you shoulda seen her go I knew the bride when she used to rock and roll I knew the bride when she used to rock and roll
Well, the proud daddy only want to give his little girl the best So he put down a grand on a cozy little lover's nest You could have called the reception an unqualified success At a posh hotel for a hundred and fifty guests
Well, take a look at the bridegroom smilin' pleased as pie Shakin' hands all around with a glassy look in his eye He got a real good job and his shirt and tie is nice But I remember a time when she never would have looked at him twice
Well, I can see her now drinkin' with the boys Breakin' their hearts like they were toys She used to do the pony, she used to do the stroll I knew the bride when she used to rock and roll I knew the bride when she used to rock and roll I knew the bride when she used to rock and roll I knew the bride when she used to rock and roll
Harp ride
Well, I can see her now with her walk man on Struttin' up and down to her favorite song I still remember when she used to wanta make a lot of noise Hoppin' and boppin' with the street corner boys She used to wanna party, she used to wanna go I knew the bride when she used to rock and roll I knew the bride when she used to rock and roll I knew the bride when she used to rock and roll I knew the bride when she used to rock and roll I knew the bride when she used to do the pony I knew the bride when she used to rock and roll I knew the bride when she used to wanta party I knew the bride when she used to rock and roll
Julie, Julie Composer(s): Joe Dassin; Pierre Delanoë Performer(s): Joe Dassin
Quand le vent du Nord vient balayer le pont Oh Julie, Julie, Julie Quand la vie à bord ressemble à la prison Oh Julie, Julie, Julie et te voir sur le quai le matin du départ Oh Julie, Julie, Julie Ton mouchoir disparaît quand on double le phare Oh Julie, Julie, Julie
Est-ce que tu m'attendras? Est-ce que tu seras là? Oh, est-ce que tu penses encore à moi? Dis est-ce que tu penses encore à moi? Oh, est-ce que tu penses encore à moi?
Un avion parfois nous jette du courier Oh Julie, Julie, Julie Mais voilà six mois que tu m'as oublié Oh Julie, Julie, Julie Il paraît que la cale est bien loin d'être pleine Oh Julie, Julie, Julie Pour finir le travail il faudra des semaines Oh Julie, Julie, Julie
Est-ce que tu m'attendras? Est-ce que tu seras là? Oh, est-ce que tu penses encore à moi? Dis est-ce que tu penses encore à moi? Oh, est-ce que tu penses encore à moi?
Too Nice To Talk To Composer(s): Roger Charlery - Andy Cox - Everett Morton - Dave Steele - Dave Wakeling Performer(s): The English Beat
It's too late now It's twenty past two I spent the night just watchin' you I watched you dance I watched you move Can't breath and still I watched you move away
Now I think quite a lot as I stare at my shoes About all these things that I put myself through Now there's nothing to say And there's nothing to do You're just too nice to talk to Too nice to talk to You're too nice to talk to You're too nice to talk to
The Radcliffs wouldn't come after you I glance but you just stared me through Felt such a fool I felt you knew But you might tell me to go away
Now I think quite a lot of my own point of view Is that all I have that's in common with you
Emotions So Guarded
My heart is retarded You're too nice to talk to Too nice to talk to You're too nice to talk to You're too nice to talk to
This evening hasn't gone like I planned Should I take the situation in hand Can't go on but I can't seem to dance You chain my feet I stamp and stamp and stamp Because nothing I do ever seems to be right
The same dance of mine
Every saturday night Out the window You might say I'm out of of my mind But you're too nice to talk to Too nice to talk to You're too nice to talk to Too nice to talk to You're too nice to talk to Too nice!
I Knew I'd Want You Composer(s): Gene Clark Performer(s): The Byrds and multiple other artists
I'd like to love you , with all of my heart You've had me on your trip, right from the start And when you looked at me, with love in your eyes I knew I'd want you, oh yeah
I'd like to hold you, if you want me to I've found something new , just by looking at you And it's in your smile, and it's in the way I knew I'd want you, oh yeah
I meet so many people, I feel I don't know But I felt so close to you, when you said hello I'd like to love you, and together we'd find The place we've been looking for, we'll have peace of mind There we'll be happy, and there I'll know why I knew I'd want you, oh yeah
Julie, Do Ya Love Me? Composer(s): Tom Bahler Performer(s): Bobby Sherman; and various other artists
Being alone at night makes me sad, girl Yeah, it brings me down all right Tossing and turning and freezing and burning And crying all through the night
Whoa-oh
Julie, Julie, Julie, do you love me? Julie, Julie, Julie, do you care? Julie, Julie, are you thinking of me? Julie, Julie, will you still be there? We had so much fun together I was sure that you were mine But leaving you, baby, is driving me crazy It's got me wondering all the time
Whoa-oh Julie, Julie, Julie, do you love me? Ah, Julie, Julie, Julie, do you care? Julie, Julie, are you thinking of me? Julie, Julie, will you still be there? Honey, you cried the day I left you Even though we knew I couldn't stay But baby, remember, I'll be back September But till then I'll write you every day
Whoa-oh Julie, Julie, Julie, do you love me? Ah, Julie, Julie, Julie, do you care? Come on, Julie, Julie, are you thinking of me? Julie, Julie, will you still be there?
Oh-oh Julie, Julie, Julie, do you love me? Ah, Julie, Julie, Julie, do you care? Julie, Julie, are you thinking of me? Julie, Julie, will you still be there?
Too Much, Too Little, Too Late Composer(s): Nat Kipler - John Vallins First release: Johnny Mathis & Deniece Williams - 1978
Guess it's over, call it a day Sorry that it had to end this way No reason to pretend We knew it had to end someday This way
Guess it's over, the kids are gone What's the use of trying to hang on Somewhere we lost the key So little left for you and me And it's clear to see
Too much, too little, too late to lie again with you Too much, too little, too late to try again with you We're in the middle of ending something that we knew Was over {Oh, it was over}
Too much, too little, too late to ever try again Too much, too little, too late, let's end at being friends Too much, too little, too late, we knew it had to end And it's over (It's over)
Guess it's over, the chips are down (Whoa, babe) Pity all our bridges tumbled down Whatever chance we try, let's face it widened eye It's over {It's over}, it's over {Oh... ho...}
Too much, too little, too late to ever try again Too much, too little, too late, let's end at being friends Too much, too little, too late, we knew it had to end And it's over {And it's over}, it's over {And it's over}
Too much, too little, too late to ever try again Too much, too little, too late, let's end at being friends Too much, too little, too late, we knew it had to end
I Kiss Your Hand, Madame Composer(s): Ralph Erwin; Sam M. Lewis; Fritz Rotter; Joe Young Performer(s): Spike Jones and multiple other artists
In dreams I kiss your hand, madame Your dainty fingertips And while in slumberland, madame Im begging for your lips I havent any right, madame To do the things I do Just when I hold you tight, madame You vanish with the night, madame In dreams I kiss your hand, madame And pray my dreams come true
Julie Anne Composer(s): Phil Coulter; Bill Martin Performer(s): Kenny
Been thinkin' about you in the sunshine On a beach and bummin' around Tho' I've been takin' all my chances At discos and dances and ev'ry bar in town And I've been surfin' ev'ry mornin' At a party ev'ry night But I've been tryin' to live with out you And thinkin' about you and girl it just ain't right
Ju-Ju-Ju-Ju-Ju-Ju-Ju-Julie Anne like a fool I ran away ran ran ran ran away I'm goin' home today And I want to stay there beside you Ju-Ju-Ju-Julie Anne like a fool I ran away ran ran ran away But I'm on my knees and I'm beggin' you please
Oh please please say you'll forgive me Julie
Diggin' a record on the juke box I nearly makes me want to cry You always thought it was a cracker The one by Sedaka 'bout away to say goodbye I think about you when I'm lonely I draw your picture in the sand So many little things remind me I left you behind me it's hard to understand
Too Much Too Young ((Adapted from: Birth Control (Lloyd Terrell) - 1970)) Composer(s): Jerry Dammers - Lloyd Charmers Performer(s): The Specials - 1979 and multiple other artists
You done too much much too young You're married with a kid when you could be having fun with me You done too much much too young Now you're married with a son when you should be having fun with me
Don't wanna be rich, don't wanna be famous
Ain't he cute, no he ain't He's just another burden on the welfare state
Call me immature, call me a poseur I'll to spread manure in your bed of roses Don't we wanna be rich Don't we wanna be famous But I'd really hate to have the same name as you
You done too much much too young Now you're chained to the kitchen making currant buns for tea
Ain't you heard of the starving millions Ain't you heard of conraception Do you really wanna go with the sterilization Take control of the population boom It's in your living room Keep a generation gap Try wearing a cap
I Keep Going Back To Joe's Composer(s): Marvin Fisher; Jack Segal Performer(s): Nat King Cole and multiple other artists
I keep going back to Joe's To that table in the corner Sippin' wine and staring at the door
Our old waiter knows we're through Still he sets a place for you Everything the way it was before
I keep going back to Joe's But the man who plays piano Never plays your favorite melody
Joe keeps busy at the bar Never asks me where you are He was there when you walked out on me Now I pray you'll walk back in And you'll say, "What fools we've been" And we'll celebrate a happy new beginning
Chances are you'll never show But you'll know just where to find me Every night until it's time to close
Just in case you miss me, too I'll be there to welcome you That's why I keep going back... That's why I keep going back... To Joe's
Julie Composer(s): Maurice Vidalin; Jacques Datin Performer(s): Marcel Amont; Michèle Arnaud; Mouloudji
N'allez pas Julie, vous rouler dans l'herbe Quand Monsieur l'abbé déjeune au château N'allez pas non plus jouer aux proverbes Avec les bergers aux tendres flûtiaux Et je vous défends, vilaine petite Nue dans la rivière, au milieu du bourg De dire aux pêcheurs: "je suis une truite Me pêche qui veut m'apprendre l'amour"
{Refrain:} Les yeux baissés Les genoux serrés Faites de la dentelle Faites de l'aquarelle De la tapisserie De la pâtisserie Mais n'allez pas surtout Courir le guilledou Avant de prendre époux
Avec Ferdinand, vous n'êtes plus d'âge A vous trémousser foll' sur ses genoux En lui agaçant le bout des moustaches Pour voir si ça pique ou bien si c'est doux! Et quand vous sentez son trouble, Julie Ne demandez pas d'un air innocent "Cousin, dites-moi si je suis jolie Et si je fais plus que mes dix-huit ans"
{Refrain}
Un matin, Julie, blanche à la chapelle Devant la famille vous direz ce "oui" Qui vous livrera timide gazelle Aux tendres assauts de votre mari Dès le lendemain, vous serez tranquille Je ne serai plus là pour vous gronder Vous pourrez alors, femme d'imbécile Prendre autant d'amants que vous le voudrez
{Refrain2:} Les yeux baissés Les genoux serrés Faites de la dentelle Faites de l'aquarelle De la tapisserie De la pâtisserie En attendant le jour Qui ne saurait tarder De votre liberté
Sitting on this barstool talking like a damn fool Got the twelve o'clock news blues And I've given up hope on the afternoon soaps And a bottle of cold brew Is it any wonder I'm not crazy? Is it any wonder I'm sane at all Well I'm so tired of losing - I got nothing to do and all day to do it I go out cruisin' but I've no place to go and all night to get there Is it any wonder I'm not a criminal? Is it any wonder I'm not in jail? Is it any wonder I've got
Too much time on my hands, it's ticking away with my sanity I've got too much time on my hands, it's hard to believe such a calamity I've got too much time on my hands and it's ticking away from me Too much time on my hands, too much time on my hands Too much time on my hands
Well, I'm a jet fuel genius - I can solve the world's problems Without even trying I have dozens of friends and the fun never ends That is, as long as I'm buying Is it any wonder I'm not the president (He's not the president) Is it any wonder I'm null and void? Is it any wonder I've got
Too much time on my hands, it's ticking away at my sanity I've got too much time on my hands, it's hard to believe such a calamity I've got too much time on my hands and it's ticking away from me Too much time on my hands, too much time on my hands Too much time on my hands
I Keep Forgettin' Composer(s): Jerry Leiber; Mike Stoller First release by: Chuck Jackson - 1962 Covered by multiple other artists
I keep forgettin' we're not in love anymore I keep forgettin' things will never be the same again I keep forgettin' how you made that so clear I keep forgettin' every time that you are near
Every time I see your smile Give you a hello, can you stay a while Heaven knows it time for you to say the things We both know are true But darling I keep forgettin' We're not in love anymore
I keep forgettin' things will never be the same again I keep forgettin' how you made that so clear I keep forgettin' every time I hear How you never want to live a lie
How we're supposed to follow You don't have to tell me why Why you going And why the game is through If this is not true If this is not true Tell me how I keep forgettin' I'm in love with you Hey babe Things will never be the same, again
I keep forgettin' how you made that so real Yeah yeah baby Don't say that Don't say that Don't say that I know you're not mine, anymore Any way Any time Tell me how we're not in love anymore How come I Things will never be the same
I keep forgettin' how you made that so clear I keep forgettin' every time you are near We're not in love anymore Every time you're near me Things will never be the same
Oh baby, how you made that so clear Every time you are near
