Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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It's Just A Thought Composer(s): John C. Fogerty Performer(s): Creedence Clearwater Revival
It's just a thought But I've noticed something strange Getting harder to explain All the years are passing bye and bye Still I don't know what makes it go Who said to wait and you'll see?
It's just a thought But I wondered if you knew That the song up there is you They can't take it from you If you don't give it away Don't give it away Ooh (It's given away)
It's just a thought But the word has come too late That a bad idea will take Just about a lifetime to explain And don't you see Good one's gonna be much longer Who's gonna wait, just to see?
Christmas Spirit
Composer(s): Michael Omartian - Bruce Sudano - Donna Summer
Performer(s): Donna Summer
Everyone gather near And I'll tell you a story that you'll love Ooh it's christmas time The season's right The season's right And all around the World we celebrate the birth of Christ
He came to bring us peace He came to bring us everything that we need To set us free Oh, I long to feel that Christmas spirit in my heart Oh, I long to feel that Christmas spirit in my heart
As a child I still recall Well, Christmas was my favorite season of them all Oh, my heart was filled with childlike praise And I hope there is, you know it Why the Savior came
He came to bring us peace He came to bring us everything that we need To set us free Now I long to feel that Christmas spirit in my heart Yes, I long to feel that Christmas spirit in my heart
So turn your heart throbs in And let God grow within Not to destroy The greatest gift I've known He came to earth to bring love To show us love
He came to bring us peace He came to bring us joy He came to bring us everything
Have faith if we believe The gift that we receive Is like that love and everything
The greatest gift I've known He came to Earth to bring love He came to bring us everything Still l long to feel that Christmas spirit in my heart Yes, I long to feel that Christmas spirit in my heart Now I long to feel that Christmas spirit in my heart
It's Just A Matter Of Time Composer(s): Clyde Otis; Brook Benton; Belford Hendricks First release by: Brook Benton - 1959 Covered by multiple other artists
Someday, some way, you'll realize that you've been blind Yes, darling, you're going to need me again It's just a matter of time
Go on, go on, until you reach the end of the line But I know you'll pass my way again It's just a matter of time
After I gave you everything I had You laughed and called me a clown Remember, in your search for fortune and fame What goes up must come down
I know, I know that one day you'll wake up and find That my love was a true love It's just a matter of time
It's In The Book Composer(s): Johnny Standley; Art Thorsen Performer(s): Johnny Standley
I have a message for you, a very sad message! My subject for this evening will be Little Bo Peep
It says here, "Little Bo Peep", who was a little girl "has lost her sheep, and doesn't know where to find them" Now that's reasonable, isn't it? It's, it's reasonable to assume if Little Bo Peep had lost her sheep it's only natural that she wouldn't know where to find them That, that basically is reasonable, but, uh, "leave them alone" Now that overwhelms me completely overwhelms me The man said she lost her sheep, turns right around and boldly states "She doesn't know where to find them" And then has the stupid audacity to say, "Leave them alone!" Now! Now, now think for a moment! Think! If the sheep were lost, and you couldn't find them you'd have to leave them alone, wouldn't you? So, "Leave them alone" "Leave them alone" It's in the book!
"Leave them alone and they", they being the sheep, "they will come home" Ah yes, they'll come home Oh, there'll be a brighter day tomorrow, they will come home! It's in the book
"They will come home a-waggin' their tails" Pray tell me what else could they wag? "They will come home a-waggin' their tails behind them, behind them!" Did we think they'd wag them in front? Of course, they might have come home in reverse They could have done that, I really don't know But, none the less, it's in the book
So now if you will, kindly pick up your books, and turn to page 222 We'll ask you all to sing You'll find your books on the backs of your seats Are we ready?
Everyone, 222 Let's really enjoy ourselves, let's live it up All together
Do you remember grandma's lye soap? Good for everything in the home And the secret was in the scrubbing It wouldn't suds and couldn't foam
Then let us sing right out for grandma's, for grandma's lye soap Used for, for everything, everything on the place For pots and kettles, the dirty dishes And for your hands and for your face
So we'll now sing the second verse Let's get it with great exuberance, let's live it up It's not raining inside tonight Everyone, let's have a happy time Are we ready? All together, the second verse
Little Herman and brother Thurman Had an aversion to washing their ears Grandma scrubbed them with the lye soap And they haven't heard a word in years
Then let us sing right out for grandma's, for grandma's lye soap Sing all out, all over the place For pots and kettles, the dirty dishes And for your hands and for your face
Well, let's sing what's left of the last verse Let's have a happy time, everyone The last verse, all together Everyone!
Mrs. O'Malley, out in the valley Suffered from Ulcers, I understand She swallowed a cake of grandma's lye soap Has the cleanest ulcers in the land
Then let us sing right out for grandma's, for grandma's lye soap Sing right out, all over the place The pots and, the pots and pans, oh dirty dishes And for your hands and for your face
I walk along the city streets, as it's nearing Christmas day And the falling snow is music to my ears In the rumble of the subways, in the shoppers hustling by There's a melody in everything I hear
It's like a Christmas serenade Street musicians and the horse drawn sleigh Coloured street lights watch the world at play A Christmas serenade
From the Santas on the corner, to the skaters in the park Every sound's another symphony to me I can hear the Christmas carols, from the children in the square Singing songs in perfect harmony
It's like a Christmas serenade Street musicians and the horse drawn sleigh Coloured street lights watch the world at play A Christmas serenade
Deep in my heart I can hear a song Wish the feeling lasted all year long
It's like a Christmas serenade Street musicians and the horse drawn sleigh Coloured street lights watch the world at play A Christmas serenade
It's like a Christmas serenade Street musicians and the horse drawn sleigh Coloured street lights watch the world at play A Christmas serenade
Christmas Shopping
Composer(s): Buck Owens - Charles H. Anderson
Performer(s): Buck Owens
I got ten toy soldiers for Billy Joe I got coloring book for Sue I got a little toy train for Danny boy and a cowboy suit for Loui I got a talkin' baby doll for Cindy I got a pair o'roller skates for Jane And baby if we ever have any more kiss Christmas shoppin's gonna drive me insane
Gonna go this Christmas shopping well I wonder if I'll ever get through I tried to get everybody somethin' that they wanted But I didn't know what to get you I read the kids letters to Santa Claus I read 'em over one by one And I surely like to get my hands on the fella that said Christmas shoppin's fun I got ten toy soldiers...
Well I must've walked a hundred miles or more I went to every store in town My feet started swellin' and my head started achin' And I couldn't find a place to sit down But to tell you the truth well I really don't mind it I could even walk another mile Cause on Christmas mornin' when they open up the presents Well it's worth it just to see them smile I got ten toy soldiers...
It's In His Kiss (French Version: Shoop Shoop ... Va L'embrasser) Composer(s): Rudy Clarke - 1964 First release by: Merry Clayton - 1963 Covered by multiple other artists
Does he love me; I wanna know how can I tell if he loves me so? Is it in his eyes? Oh no you need to see is it in his eyes? Oh no hell make believe
if you wanna know if he loves you so it's in his kiss that's where it is oh yeah
or is it in his face? It's just a show in his warm embrace? Oh no that's just his arms {likewise with the shoop shoop} if you wanna know if he loves you so it's in his kiss that's where it is
oh oh oh hug him and squeeze him tight find out what you wanna know if it's love, if it really is it's there in his kiss
how bout the way he acts? Oh no that's not the way and you're not listening to all I say {likewise with the shoop shoop} if you wanna know if he loves you so it's in his kiss that's where it is oh oh oh it's in his kiss that's where it is
It's Impossible (Adapted from: Somos Novios - 1970) Composer(s): Sid Wayne; Armando Manzanero Performer(s): Perry Como - 1970 and multiple other artists
It's impossible to tell the sun to leave the sky It's just impossible It's impossible to ask a baby not to cry It's just impossible Can I hold you closer to me And not feel you going through me But the second that I never think of you Oh, how impossible
Can the ocean keep from rushing to the shore It's just impossible If I had you could I ever ask for more It's just impossible And tomorrow, should you ask me for the world Somehow I'd get it, I would sell my very soul And not regret it for to live without your love Is just impossible
Can the ocean keep from rushing to the shore It's just impossible If I had you could I ever ask for more It's just impossible And tomorrow, should you ask me for the world Somehow I'd get it, I would sell my very soul And not regret it for to live without your love Is just impossible Oh impossible Impossible Impossible
Christmas Present Composer(s): Sydney Robin Performer(s): Doris Day; Don Vappie
Boxes stacked up to the ceiling All wrapped up in Christmas feeling Golden bells caress the mistletoe The colors glow-red, silver, green and blue And this I know this rainbow came from you trimmed with dew Tho my heart is overflowing Loving all the love you're showing What I'd value most would be your call To tell me when you'll be home in my arms again The loveliest Christmas present of them all What I'd value most would be your call To tell me when you'll be home in my arms again The loveliest Christmas present of them all
It's Harry I'm Planning To Marry Composer(s): Sammy Fain; Paul Francis Webster Performer(s): Gale Robbins and multiple other artists
When you turn to the subject of Harry That's a horse from a different safari He can box like a fox, he's as dumb as an ox But it's Harry I'm planning to marry
(Yes, it's Harry she's plannin' to marry)
My heart's twined around his suspenders He's the one that I truly adore I'm numb, I succumb when he renders The face on the bar room floor
When he flexes his muscles, I flutter Like a butterfly caught in a shutter When he calls me his mate I just disintegrate
Since the world first began (Since the world first began) Never been such a man (Never been such a man) Who could love like he can So it's Harry I'm planning to marry!
Christmas Past, Present And Future
Composer(s): Al Kasha - Ron Dante - Paul "Limey" Murray
Performer(s): Ashlee Simpson
I'll be your girl - of Christmas Past I'll be your girl - of Christmas Present I'll be your girl - for Christmas Future 'Cause you make me wanna say Back when we were ten, we were the best of friends But who knew back then, that this love would never end? It was Christmas Day, now I heard you say That we'd be together, and we'd take it all the way Now that we are grown, I never feel alone On this Christmas Eve, by your side I wanna be Snow is falling down, cheer is all around Makes me wanna say, I will be right here I'll be your Christmas past, present and future, baby Your yesterday, everyday, tomorrow too I'll be your Christmas past, present and future, baby I will be right here (I'm gonna be there for you) My heartg goes jing-a-ling, each time those sleigh bells ring We'll forever be together, you're my everything I know that this is real, I like the way it feels When we're hangin' by the fireside, cuddling Under the mistletoe, I'll show you what I know You'll be my present, baby, and I'll never let you go 'Cause at this Christmastime, so gla that you are mine Makes me wanna say, I will be right here I'll be your Christmas past, present and future, baby Your yesterday, everyday, tomorrow too I'll be your Christmas past, present and future, baby I will be right here (You know I'm gonna be here) Not just a Christmas thing Year 'round, the joy you bring It just makes my heart sing When I'm with you So at this Christmastime With your lips kissing mine I'm gonna celebrate This love we share I'll be your Christmas past, present and future, baby Your yesterday, everyday, tomorrow too I'll be your Christmas past, present and future, baby I will be right here I'll be your Christmas past, present and future, baby Your yesterday, everyday, tomorrow too I'll be your Christmas past, present and future, baby I will be right here I will be right here
It's Hard To Kiss The Lips At Night That Chew Your Ass Out All Day Long
It's Hard To Kiss The Lips At Night That Chew Your Ass Out All Day Long Composer(s): Rodney Crowell; Vince Gill Performer(s): The Notorious Cherry Bombs
She used to call me baby I thought she was such a lady But my, how things have changed Since times moved on
I gave her my last dollar And now all she'll do is holler Oh, my life has become A country song
I've learned she can resist me By the way she always disses me And comes to bed at night With that cold cream on
Sometimes I might feel frisky But these days it's just too risky
It's hard to kiss the lips at night That chew your ass out all day long All day long It goes on and on
If a tree fell in the forest, she didn't hear it Would I still be wrong? I guess I should admit it She ain't never gonna quit it
It's hard to kiss the lips at night That chew your ass out all day long
Man I remember when her eyes Used to be so blue and shiny God you oughta see What's happened to her hiney (Her what?) her hiney
Man that thing is big enough To land a small plane on (Small plane?) I'm tellin' ya I used to roll her in the clover (Mmm, hmm) But thank God those days are over (Halleluiah!)
It's hard to kiss the lips at night That chew your ass out all day long All day long She goes all day long
If some day they drop the big one I'd say sweet Jesus She's gonna finally leave me alone
It's alright if we say it 'Cause the radio won't play it
It's hard to kiss the lips at night That chew your ass out all day long It's hard to kiss the lips at night That chew your ass out all day long...
Christmas Night In Harlem
Composer(s): Mitchell Parish - Raymond Scott
Performer(s): Jack Teagarden & Johnny Mercer
and multiple other artists
(Jack) Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Glory Halle... (Johnny) What's all that noise? (Jack) Hallelujah! (Johnny) Don't give up with that now (Jack) Glory Halle... (Johnny) Who's that over in the corner? (Jack) Hallelujah! (Johnny) I believe that's Mr. Teagarden Hey what you doin' up there, Man? Last time I saw you you were sayin' fare thee well to Harlem (Jack) I done bin wise g'wine an' I ain't g'wine there n'more (Johnny) You sho' come back the right time it's Christmas up here (Jack) What d'ya mean up here, it's Christmas ev'rywhere (Johnny) Yeah, but it ain't all Christmas like it's Christmas in Harlem (Jack) No? (Johnny) Ev'ry gal struttin' with her beau Through the streets covered white with snow Happy smiles er'ywhere you go Christmas night in Harlem (Jack) Black and tans feelin' mighty good In that old coloured neighbourhood Here and now be it understood Christmas night in Harlem (Johnny) Ev'ryone is gonna sit up Until after three Ev'ryone will be all lit up Like a Christmas tree (Jack) Come on now ev'ry coal black Joe You just lead me t'the mistletoe With a kiss and a hi-de-ho Christmas night in Harlem (Johnny) Hee Hee, man, Dog, what'd Santa Claus leave in your stockin'? (Jack) Let me see, there's an orange, a jar of Kink-Out and Man, look at this slide trombone (Johnny) Yeah, but it might not sound so pretty, let me hear you tune it (Jack) Mr Mercer, I'm glad to be Back in this festivity (Johnny) Ah, you said it Mr T It's Christmas night in Harlem (Jack) Well it's Christmas night in Harlem Man, you drew the pitful
It's Hard To Be Humble Composer(s): MacDavis Performer(s): MacDavis
Oh Lord it's hard to be humble When you're perfect in every way I can't wait to look in the mirror 'cause I get better looking each day To know me is to love me I must be a hell of a man Oh Lord it's hard to be humble But I'm doing the best that I can
I used to have a girlfriend But I guess she just couldn't compete With all of these love-starved women Who keep clamouring at my feet Well, I probably could find me another But I guess they're all in awe of me Who cares--I never get lonesome 'cause I treasure my own company
Oh Lord it's hard to be humble When you're perfect in every way I can't wait to look in the mirror 'cause I get better looking each day To know me is to love me I must be a hell of a man Oh Lord it's hard to be humble But I'm doing the best that I can
I guess you could say I'm a loner A cowboy outlaw tough and proud Oh I could have lots of friends if I want 'em But then I wouldn't stand out in a crowd Some folks say that I'm egotistical Hell, I don't even know what that means But I think it has something to do with the way That I fill out my skin-tight blue-jeans
Oh Lord it's hard to be humble When you're perfect in every way I can't wait to look in the mirror 'cause I get better looking each day To know me is to love me I must be a hell of a man Oh Lord it's hard to be humble But I'm doing the best that I can
Hello, this is 'Weird Al' Yankovic You know, some of my favorite memories are those of Christmastime I still remember when I was a little boy, just waiting for the big day Mom would be cooking up a mess of boysenberry and tunafish burritos for our big Christmas dinner and dad would be decorating the tree with little bits of Spam And then, the big day would finally arrive I'd stay up all night and wait for Santa a-a-and when he finally showed up we'd all hold his hands down in the waffle maker until he promised to give us everything we wanted Ah, yeah, those were the days Well, Merry Christmas everybody, and, let's do lunch
It's Hard To Be A Saint In The City Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen First release by: Bruce Springsteen - 1973
I had skin like leather and the diamond-hard look of a cobra I was born blue and weathered but I burst just like a supernova I could walk like Brando right into the sun, then dance just like a Casanova With my blackjack and jacket and hair slicked sweet Silver star studs on my duds, just like a Harley in heat When I strut down the street, I could feel its heart beat The sisters fell back and said, "Don't that man look pretty" The cripple on the corner cried out, "Nickels for your pity" Them gasoline boys downtown sure talk gritty It's so hard to be a saint in the city
I was the king of the alley, Mama, I could talk some trash I was the prince of the paupers, crowned downtown at the beggar's bash I was the pimp's main prophet, I kept everything cool Just a backstreet gambler with the luck to lose And when the heat came down it was left on the ground The devil appeared like Jesus through the steam in the street Showin' me a hand I knew even the cops couldn't beat I felt his hot breath on my neck as I dove into the heat It's so hard to be a saint when you're just a boy out on the street
And the sages of the subway sit just like the living dead As the tracks clack out the rhythm, their eyes fixed straight ahead They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread But it's too hot in these tunnels, you can get hit up by the heat You get up to get out at your next stop, but they push you back in your seat Your heart starts beatin' faster as you struggle to your feet Then you're outa that hole and back up on the street
And them South Side sisters sure look pretty The cripple on the corner cries out, "Nickels for your pity" And them downtown boys sure talk gritty It's so hard to be a saint in the city
Christmas Memories Composer(s): Alan Bergman - Marilyn Bergman - Don Costa Performer(s): Frank Sinatra and multiple other artists
Singing carols, stringing popcorn Making footprints in the snow Memories, Christmas memories They're the sweetest ones I know
Cookies baking in the kitchen Carols in rhythm everywhere Precious, Christmas memories Float like snowflakes in the air
Oh the joy of waking Christmas morning The family 'round the tree We had a way of making Christmas morning As merry as can be
I close my eyes and see shining faces Of all the children who now have children of their own Funny, but comes December And I remember every Christmas I've known
