Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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It's Your Thing Composer(s): Ronald Isle; Rudolph Bernard Isley; O'Kelly Isley First release by: The Isley Brothers - 1969 Covered by multiple other artists
Do what you wanna do Tell ya Who to sock it to I know it's your thing You can do what you like but if you want some good loving don't take all night I knew it from the start you had a real big heart Tried to hide what you feel when you shouldn't just chill You like bein' served with a silver spoon Well, you met the right guy, never serve too soon Oh, I like the way you talk when you look in my eye I can read between the lines, let's go for a ride If you want me to love you, maybe I will Believe me woman, it ain't no big deal Hon' you need love now, just as bad as I do Makes me no difference, now, who you give your thing to Ow, it's your thing Do what you wanna do Oh, baby I can't tell you who to sock it to It's your thing do what you wanna do Now, girl I can't tell you, who to sock it to, hey! It's your thing Ah, do what you wanna do, do Baby I can't tell you who to sock it to It's your thing Do what you wanna do, do Now, girl I can't tell you Who to sock it to Have no time to run your life I know you wanna, do, do what's right Oh, give your love girl to 'ever you choose How can you lose, uh, with the stuff you use Oh, it's your thing Do what you wanna do, do Girl I can't tell you, who to sock it to It's your thing, yeah do what you wanna do Oh, baby I can't tell you who to sock it to It's your, who
First Christmas Composer(s): Stan Rogers Performer(s): Stan Rogers; The Black Family; The McCalmans
This day a year ago He was rolling in the snow With a younger brother in his father's yard Christmas break, a time for touching home The heart of all he'd known And leaving was so hard
Three thousand miles away Now he's working Christmas Day Making double time for the minding of the store Well he always said, he'd make it on his own He's spending Christmas Eve alone First Christmas away from home
She's standing by the train station Pan-handling for change Four more dollars buys a decent meal and a room Looks like the Sally Ann place after all In a crowded sleeping hall That echoes like a tomb
But it's warm and clean and free And there are worse places to be At least it means no beating from her Dad And if she cries because it's Christmas Day She hopes that it won't show First Christmas away from home
In the apartment stands a tree And it looks so small and bare Not like it was meant to be Golden angel on the top It's not that same old silver star You wanted for your own First Christmas away from home
In the morning, they get prayers Then it's crafts and tea downstairs Then another meal back in his little room Hoping maybe that "the boys" Will think to phone before the day is gone Well, it's best they do it soon
When the "old girl" passed away He fell apart more every day Each had always kept the other pretty well But the kids all said the nursing home was best Cause he couldn't live alone First Christmas away from home
In the common room they've got the biggest tree And it's huge and cold and lifeless Not like it ought to be And the lit-up flashing Santa Claus on top It's not that same old silver star You once made for your own First Christmas away from home
For Your Country And My Country Composer(s): Irving Berlin Performer(s): George Gershwin; Frances Alda; Irving Berlin
We know you love your land of liberty We know you love your U.S.A. But if you want the world to know it Now's the time to show it Your Uncle Sammy needs you one and all Answer to his call
For your country and my country With millions of real fighting men
It's your duty and my duty To speak with the sword, not a pen
If Washington were living today With sword in hand he'd stand up and say
For your country and my country I'll do it all over again
America has opened up her heart To ev'ry nationality And now she asks of ev'ry nation Their appreciation It makes no diff'rence now from where you came We are all the same
The Gift Composer(s): P. Moore; Ray Scott Performer(s): Randy Travis
He was born in Bethlehem they say There was a star to light the path to where He lay Rich or poor they came from far and near 'Cause they'd all heard the reason He was here
He was the Son God sent to one and all Put on this earth to hang there on that cross Born to die so we could live He had the birthday, we got the gift
They wrapped him up with gentle hands God hoped the world would understand Eternal life we shall receive And all that He asks in return is that we just believe
He was the Son God sent to one and all Put on this earth to hang there on that cross Born to die so we could live He had the birthday, we got the gift
There's no way in this world we could repay The miracle He gave us on that day
He was the Son God sent to one and all Put on this earth to hang there on that cross born to die so we could live He had the birthday, we got the gift
It's You, Only You Composer(s): Ferdinand Bakker; Ake Danielson; Hugo Sinzheimer; Job Tarenskeen; John Vee; Erik de Zwaan First release by: The Meteors - 1979
Let's say goodbye to our friends of the night (ni, ni, ni) There's nothing for us here Always been longing for a moment like this (oh, oh, oh) Don't want to waste it here Isn't it strange how sure you can be when you find the one you want Isn't it strange how crazy you go when you finally won the one that you want A moment like this (oh, oh, oh) Maybe baby, we can make it
It's You, It's You, Only You Well, I know what I want and I'm sure I can get it But It's You, It's You, Only You Well, I know what I want and I'm sure I can get it
I'm loosing my heart for you And I'm prepared to lose my life Ermmmm, Mein Schmertz Maybe, we can make it Maybe, maybe, we can make it
It's You, It's You, Only You Well, I know what I want and I'm sure I can get it But It's You, It's You, Only You Well, I know what I want and I'm sure I can get it
It's You, It's You, Only You It's You, It's You, Only You But It's You, It's You, Only You Well, I know what I want and I'm sure I can get it It's You, It's You Mein Schmertz ...
It's You Or No One Composer(s): Jule Styne; Sammy Cahn First performance by: Doris Day - 1948 Covered by multiple other artists
How did I know know that the warmth of the glow would last And how did I guess that the long loneliness was past? I merely looked at you, and I knew, then and there I knew
It's you or no one for me I'm sure of this each time we kiss Now and forever and when forever's done You'll find that you are still the one
So please don't say "no" to my plea 'Cause if you do, then I'm all through There's this about you: my world's an empty world without you It's you or no one for me
It's a matter of now and forever, when forever is all done You'll find that you are still the one So please don't say "no" to my plea 'Cause if you do, then I'm all through
There's this about you: my world's an empty world without you It's you or no one for me
Feels Like Christmas Composer(s): Eric Bazilian; Rob Hyman; Cyndi Lauper Performer(s): Cyndi Lauper
If you want to see me Don't break down and cry I can be your sweetie If you be a friend of mine And I won't be forsaken If you think thoughts unkind Just bring home the bacon And bring it home on time
Hey Louie, can't you see I couldn't leave you if I tried Hey Louie, listen to me We got a thing so dignified It don't matter if we lived in a shack Or in a shiny cadillac It don't matter rich or poor When love is knocking at your door
It feels like Christmas Just like Christmas It feels like Christmas with you...
Hey Louie, life is sweet I can't be bitter When you're here with me Hey Louie, no regrets Holding on to things That you ought to forget Well, it doesn't matter tit for tat 'Cause what you give You get it back It don't matter anymore When love is knocking at your door
It feels like Christmas Just like Christmas It feels like Christmas with you Everytime I see ya Everytime I hear ya Everytime I'm near ya I'd be happy Because it feels like Christmas Just like Christmas It feels like Christmas With you...
It's You I Need Composer(s): Billy Fury Performer(s): Billy Fury; The Rockin' 8 Balls; Tom Powder
Well, Darling I love you Baby, yeah I care I really need your lovin', Baby Baby, I want you near Oh yeah indeed, it's you I need
I want you in my arms I want you close to me I wanna feel your heartbeat, Baby Baby, don't you see Oh yeah indeed, it's you I need
I don't care if the sun don't shine It can rain as long as your mine I want you in my arms I want you close to me I really need your lovin', Baby Baby, don't you see Oh yes indeed, it's you I need
Well, Darling I love you Baby, yeah I care I really need your lovin', Baby Baby, I want you near Oh yes indeed, it's you I need Oh yes indeed, it's you I need Oh yes indeed, it's you I need
Father Christmas Is Coming Performer(s): Ricky Nash; Bob Ashmore
Look out here he comes Father Christmas is on the run If you see him you'll have some fun Father Christmas is coming to everyone
[chorus] And he's bringing chocolates Milk chocolate candy Ribbons tied up in bows Little boxes that shine an sparkle Boy how those chocolates make your taste buds grow
He lives in a land where there are chocolate trees And all the leaves are jelly babies The rivers and lakes are lemonade And all the houses are made of ginger nut cake
It's You I Love Composer(s): Dave Bartholomew; Fats Domino Performer(s): Fats Domino and multiple other artists
You know I love you, want you to love me too let's get together, like old folks used to do we'll get married, go to Paris come here, it's me, it's you I love
I'll be your little boy, you'll be my little girl we'd go round and round, round this crazy world even in the rain, we'll go hand in hand come here, it's me, it's you I love
No matter what the people say, we'll do things our way we'd be together, each and every day when you are blue, I'd be there with you come here, it's me, it's you I love
You know I love you, want you to love me too let's get together, like old folks used to do we'll get married, go to Paris come here, it's me, it's you I love
I'll be your little boy, you'll be my little girl we'd go round and round, round this crazy world even in the rain, we'll go hand in hand come here, it's me, it's you I love
Father Christmas
Composer(s): Ray Davies
First release by: The Kinks - 1977
Covered by multiple other artists
When I was small I believed in Santa Claus Though I knew it was my dad And I would hang up my stocking at Christmas Open my presents and I'd be glad
But the last time I played Father Christmas I stood outside a department store A gang of kids came over and mugged me And knocked my reindeer to the floor
They said Father Christmas, give us some money Don't mess around with those silly toys We'll beat you up if you don't hand it over We want your bread so don't make us annoyed Give all the toys to the little rich boys
Don't give my brother a Steve Austin outfit Don't give my sister a cuddly toy We don't want a jigsaw or monopoly money We only want the real McCoy
Father Christmas, give us some money We'll beat you up if you make us annoyed Father Christmas, give us some money Don't mess around with those silly toys
But give my daddy a job 'cause he needs one He's got lots of mouths to feed But if you've got one, I'll have a machine gun So I can scare all the kids down the street
Father Christmas, give us some money We got no time for your silly toys We'll beat you up if you don't hand it over We want your bread so don't make us annoyed Give all the toys to the little rich boys
Have yourself a merry merry Christmas Have yourself a good time But remember the kids who got nothin' While you're drinkin' down your wine
Father Christmas, give us some money We got no time for your silly toys Father Christmas, please hand it over We'll beat you up, so don't make us annoyed
Father Christmas, give us some money Don't mess around with those silly toys We'll beat you up if you don't hand it over We want your bread, so don't make us annoyed Give all the toys to the little rich boys
Its Wonderful (To Be Loved By You) Composer(s): James Dean; William Weatherspoon Performer(s): Jimmy Ruffin
There must be a word that says how much I love you One fulfilling word that shows how much I care
Wonderful, to be the word Yes wonderful, I found the word Oh its wonderful to be loved by you Its wonderful to be needed by you
So much pride is what I felt inside When from the hope of heights ??? you reach for me Then I saw my life change when you became The girl that walks with me, the one that talks to me And I, I walk with my ??? ??? people can be ??? as ??? I got an angel walking by my side
And its wonderful to be loved by you Its wonderful to be needed by you
Wonderful, Ive got this feeling So wonderful, theres no concealing (?) That its wonderful to be loved by you Its wonderful to be needed by you
Empty, is how life was for me Until you took your love (?) and filled it up And then so suddenly my heart came alive ??? the tenderness that you put inside How you gave me love And I accept the greatest joy a man can possess Thank you for giving me, all this happiness
Cause its wonderful to be loved by you So wonderful baby, to be needed by you
Wonderful, I call this feeling So wonderful, theres no concealing That its wonderful to be loved by you Its wonderful to be needed by you
Im a happy man baby, 'cause Im loved by you Makes me feel so good to be needed by you
Father Christmas Father Christmas Hes the meanest man in the whole wide world In the whole wide world, you can feel it Hes a miser Hes a skinflint Hes a stingy lout Leave your stocking out For your Christmas gift and hell steal it Its a shame Hes a villain What a game For a villain to play on Christmas day Father Christmas Father Christmas Will be just as mean As hes ever been And Im here to say We should all send Father Christmas On his merry Christmas way
Father Christmas Father Christmas Hes the rottenest man in the universe And theres no one worse, you can tell it Hes a rascal Hes a bandit Hes a crafty one Leave your door undone Hell move in your house and sell it Its a crime Its a scandal What a game For a vandal to play on Christmas day If you distrust Father Christmas Its as well to know That I told you so Cause Im here to say We should all send Father Christmas Father Christmas, Father Christmas Father Christmas, Father Christmas On his merry Christmas way
Reprise Father Christmas Father Christmas Hes the greatest man in the whole wide world In the whole wide world and he knows it Every Christmas Father Christmas Puts a great big sack On his dear old back Cause he loves us all And he shows it And he goes for a sleighride In the snow and he may ride all night And thats all right In the morning Christmas morning If you lift your eyes Theres a big surprise Underneath the tree Its a gift from Father Christmas From Father Christmas Thats how Christmas will appear
Far, Far Away On Judea's Plains Composer(s): John Menzies MacFarlane
Far, far away on Judea's plains Shepherds of old heard the joyous strains Glory to God, Glory to God Glory to God in the highest Peace on earth good-will to men Peace on earth good-will to men!
Sweet are these strains of redeeming love Message of mercy from heaven above Glory to God, Glory to God Glory to God in the highest Peace on earth good-will to men Peace on earth
Lord, with the angels we too would rejoice Help us to sing with the heart and voice Glory to God, Glory to God Glory to God in the highest Peace on earth good-will to men Peace on earth good-will to men!
Hasten the time when from every clime Men shall unite in the strains sublime Glory to God, Glory to God Glory to God in the highest Peace on earth good-will to men Peace on earth good-will to men!
Its Too Soon To Know Composer(s): Chessler Performer(s): Pat Boone
Does she love me? Its too soon to know Can I believe her when she tells me so? Is she fooling? Is it all a game? Am I the fire or just another flame? A one-sided love would break my heart She may be just acting and playing a part
If she wont love me, let her tell me so I cant hold her if she wants to go Though Ill cry when shes gone I wont die Ill live on If its so, its too soon, way to soon, to know
If she wont love me, let her tell me so I cant hold her if she wants to go Though Ill cry when shes gone I wont die Ill live on If its so, its too soon, way to soon, to know
Fall Softly Snow Composer(s): Jean Surrey Performer(s): Jim Ed Brown & Helen Cornelius
Fall softly snow Blanket everything with purest white Fall softly snow Everything is holy here tonight Shepherd boy upon the hill Bid your flock be very still Fall softly snow A child is born tonight
Shine brightly star Wisemen bringing gifts come from afar Oh Holy light, brightest of them all, the Eastern Star Herald angels from on high Sing a tender lullaby Fall softly snow A child is born tonight
The time is here Oh Holy Night, the angels sing And from on high, heavenly hosts proclaim the King In the manger by her side Mary's eyes are filled with pride Fall softly snow Fall softly snow
The Christ child has just arrived ..... Silent night
It's Too Late Composer(s): Chuck Willis First release by: Chuck Willis - 1956 Covered by multiple other artists
It's too late, she's gone (Too late, too late) It's too late, my baby's gone (Too late, too late Doo-wop!) Wish I had told her she was my only one Lord, it's too late, she's gone
It's a weak man that cries (Ooo-ooo, ooo-oo-ooo) So, I guess I better dry my eyes (Ooo-ooo, ooo-oo-ooo Doo-wop!) Yes, I will miss her more than anyone Lord, it's too late, she's gone (Too late)
She's gone, oh, she's gone She's gone, my baby's gone She's gone, yes, she's gone Where can my baby be?
I wonder does she know (Too late, too late) When she left me, it hurt me so? (Too late, too late Doo-wop!) I need your lovin' Please don't make me wait And tell me it's not too late
I need your lovin' Please don't make me wait And tell me it's not too late (It's not too late)
Fairytale Of New York
Composer(s): Shane MacGowan; Jem Finer
First release by: The Pogues - 1988
Covered by multiple other artists
Titles In Other Languages:
1996 - Weihnachtsnaach
2003 - Nieuwjaar In Brussel
It was Christmas Eve babe In the drunk tank An old man said to me, won't see another one And then he sang a song The Rare Old Mountain Dew And I turned my face away And dreamed about you
Got on a lucky one Came in eighteen to one I've got a feeling This year's for me and you So happy Christmas I love you baby I can see a better time When all our dreams come true
They've got cars Big as bars They've got rivers of gold But the wind goes right through you It's no place for the old
When you first took my hand On a cold Christmas Eve You promised me Broadway was waiting for me
You were handsome You were pretty Queen of New York City When the band finished playing They howled out for more Sinatra was swinging All the drunks they were singing We kissed on the corner Then danced through the night
The boys of the NYPD choir Were singing 'Galway Bay' And the bells were ringing Out for Christmas day
You're a bum You're a punk You're an old slut on junk Living there almost dead on a drip In that bed
You scum bag You maggot You cheap lousy faggot Happy Christmas your arse I pray God It's our last
I could have been someone So could anyone You took my dreams From me when I first found you I kept them with me babe I put them with my own Can't make it all alone I've built my dreams around you
