Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Sally Ann (You're Such A Pretty Baby) Composer(s): Paul Vance; Lee Pockriss Performer(s): The Cufflinks
Sally Ann (You're such a pretty baby) Smile, Sally Ann, smile, Sally Ann, smile On a rainy night At the crack of dawn A little baby cried And Sally Ann was born She grew prettier every day And I remember what I used to say
Sally Ann you're such a pretty baby Sally Ann you're such a pretty child You create a little bit of sunshine Every time you smile
Sally Ann smile, Sally Ann smile
As the years went by Sally Ann and I Promised to be true Till the day we die We kept pledging our love each day And I remember what I used to say
Sally Ann you're such a pretty baby Sally Ann you're such a pretty child You create a little bit of sunshine Every time you smile
Then one lonely night As I passed her door Sally Ann was there And this is what I saw She was giving her love away And I remember what I heard him say
In A Christmas Dream Composer(s): Walter Hyatt Performer(s): Tish Hinijosa
In a Christmas dream I see children's eyes That ask of love from you and me People being kind to each other Neighbors treating strangers just like brothers
In a Christmas dream I hear voices Singing carols sweet and clear Peace on earth, good will to man I'm so glad to hear that song again
Christmas time comes but once a year Let it fill our hearts, let it linger there Peace on earth, Christmas time is here Let it be the dream we all can share
In a Christmas dream I hear angels Saying brush away the fear Hope is burning with a steady flame I'm so hoping your dream is the same
Christmas time comes but once a year Let it fill our hearts, let it linger there Peace on earth, Christmas time is here Let it be the dream we all can share
Sally Composer(s): Mark Farner Performer(s): Grand Funk Railroad
Oh little Sally, you know I love you baby Sally, I said I love you baby Sally ... it's alright, it's alright
Remember girl when we both was younger It was the days we had so much fun girl Rememberin' all of our childhood days, yeah We had our fun in so many ways
You know I would have loved you anyway It ain't just something I just had to say Don't let them tell you that you're not my kind Sally, Sally, Sally tell them you're mine, mine, mine
Sally ... yeah Oh little Sally, I said I love you baby Sally, I said I love you baby Sally ... it's alright
You know I would have loved you anyway It ain't just something I just had to say Don't let them tell you that you're not my kind Sally, Sally, Sally tell them you're mine, mine, mine
Oh little Sally, you know I love you baby Sally, I love you baby Sally ... it's alright, it's alright It's alright
Oh little Sally, you know I love you baby Sally ... Sally ... it's alright, it's alright It's alright It's alright
I'm Walking Backwards For Christmas Composer(s): Tony Carbone; Spike Milligan Performer(s): The Goons
I'm walking backwards for Christmas Across the Irish Sea I'm walking backwards for Christmas It's the only thing for me
I've tried walking sideways And walking to the front But people just look at me And say it's a publicity stunt
I'm walking backwards for Christmas To prove that I love you
An immigrant lad, loved an Irish colleen From Dublin Galway Bay He longed for her arms But she spurned his charms And sailed o'er the foam away
She left the lad by himself, on his own All alone, a-sorrowing And sadly he dreamed, or at least that's the way it seemed, buddy That an angel quieted him.... An angel quieted the same
I'm walking backwards for Christmas Across the Irish Sea I'm walking backwards for Christmas It's the finest thing for me
And so I've tried walking sideways And walking to the front But people just laughed, and said "It's a publicity stunt"
So I'm walking backwards for Christmas To prove that I love you
Sally Composer(s): Will E. Haines; Harry Leon; Leo Towers Performer(s): Gracie Fields
Sally, Sally dont ever wander Away from the alley and me Sally, Sally marry me Sally And happy forever Ill be When skies are blue youre beguiling And when theyre grey youre still smiling, smiling Sally, Sally pride of our alley Youre more than the whole world to me
The skies were blue when I met you, Sally You were my gal, my little pal, so true You came along, made life a song, Sally If I lost you I wonder what Id do
Sally, Sally dont ever wander Away from the alley and me Sally, Sally marry me Sally And happy forever Ill be When skies are blue youre beguiling And when theyre grey youre still smiling, smiling Sally, Sally pride of our alley Youre more than the whole world to me
Im Trimming My Christmas Tree With Teardrops Composer(s): Ernest Tubb; Frank Team Performer(s): Ernest Tubb
I'm Trimming My Christmas Tree With Teardrops Im crying cause my darlings far away Since she sent back my presents and said we had to part A million icy snowflakes have fallen on my heart
Im throwing dreams into the fire And watching as they burn and disappear I'm Trimming My Christmas Tree With Teardrops Therell be no Merry Christmas this year
Im throwing dreams into the fire And watching as they burn and disappear I'm Trimming My Christmas Tree With Teardrops Therell be no Merry Christmas this year
Sally (Don't You Grieve) Composer(s): Woody Guthrie Performer(s): Woody Guthrie and multiple other artists
I just got my army call And I run down to the army hall Sally come a-runnin' like a cannonball And I told her not to grieve after me
It's-a when I'm gone, Sally, don't you grieve It's-a when I'm gone, Sally, don't you grieve It's-a when I'm gone, Sally, don't you grieve And I told her not to grieve after me
I'm a-gonna cross that ocean wide Army rifle by my side When Hitler's beat you can be my bride But I told her not to grieve after me
I'm a-gonna jump in a flyin' machine A-loaded full of this-a TNT Stop old Hitler what I mean And I told her not to grieve after me
A souvenir I'll send to you Send Hirohito and Hitler, too That's about all one feller can do But I told her not to grieve after me
Sally, get a job and save your pay Work your best for the U.S.A. Write me a letter 'bout ever' day And I told her not to grieve after me
If a blackout comes to the old home town Sally, won't you pull your curtains down If a shade goes up and a ship goes down I told her not to grieve after me
Im Sending A Letter To Santa Claus Performer(s): Vera Lynn
I met a little fellow with a letter in his hand He asked me if Id post it in the box for Fairyland I slipped it in the mailbox for that little curly head It seemed to make him very happy as he smiled, and said
Im sending a letter to Santa Claus My letter I hope hell receive Oh, I wonder if he will please remember me When he calls on Christmas Eve
Hell get a lot of letters for playthings From other girls and boys But I want my soldier daddy Hes better than all the toys And so Im sending my letter to Santa Claus To bring daddy safely home to me
Sally Composer(s): Massimo Bubola; Fabrizio De André First release by: Fabrizio De André - 1978 Covered by multiple other artists
Mia madre mi disse - Non devi giocare con gli zingari nel bosco Mia madre mi disse - Non devi giocare con gli zingari nel bosco
Ma il bosco era scuro l'erba già verde lì venne Sally con un tamburello ma il bosco era scuro l'erba già alta dite a mia madre che non tornerò
Andai verso il mare senza barche per traversare spesi cento lire per un pesciolino d'oro Andai verso il mare senza barche per traversare spesi cento lire per un pesciolino cieco
Gli montai sulla groppa sparii in un baleno andate a dire a Sally che non tornerò Gli montai sulla groppa sparii in un momento dite a mia madre che non tornerò
Vicino alla città trovai Pilar del mare con due gocce d'eroina s'addormentava il cuore Vicino alle roulottes trovai Pilar dei meli bocca sporca di mirtilli un coltello in mezzo ai seni
Mi svegliai sulla quercia l'assassino era fuggito dite al pesciolino che non tornerò Mi guardai nello stagno l'assassino s'era già lavato dite a mia madre che non tornerò
Seduto sotto un ponte si annusava il re dei topi sulla strada le sue bambole bruciavano copertoni Sdraiato sotto il ponte si adorava il re dei topi sulla strada le sue bambole adescavano i signori
Mi parlò sulla bocca mi donò un braccialetto dite alla quercia che non tornerò Mi baciò sulla bocca mi propose il suo letto dite a mia madre che non tornerò
Mia madre mi disse - Non devi giocare con gli zingari del bosco Ma il bosco era scuro l'erba già verde lì venne Sally con un tamburello
I'm Gonna Lasso Santa Claus Composer(s): Frank Adams; Isham Jones Performer(s): Brenda Lee
I'm gonna lasso Santa Claus and I know just why because I'm gonna pull, pull, pull, on his beard Pull, pull, to see if it's real I'm gonna tick, tick, tickle him on the tummy because he laughs so funny He's so jolly and so fine when he comes around on christmas time
I'm gonna lasso santa claus and the reason is because I know a boy and girl he never goes see He never brings 'em toys like he does for me I'm gonna pop, pop santa clause with my water pistol gun And then I'll take his bags of toys and run and bring to all the kids who don't
Salle D'attente Composer(s): Michel Rivgauche; Marguerite Monnot Performer(s): Edith Piaf
L'un près de l'autre, ils étaient là Tous deux assis, comme endormis Au bord de la banquette en bois Dans la salle d'attente À travers la vitre, on voyait Le vieux manège qui grinçait Et sa musique tourbillonnait Dans la salle d'attente Et cette musique semblait pousser La grande aiguille de la pendule Avec un bruit démesuré Démesuré et ridicule Et cette pendule les obsédait Cette pendule qui les regardait Cette pendule qui tourbillonnait Dans la salle d'attente Et dans leur tête ça glissait Manège, musique, pendule... La pendule devenait manège Le manège devenait pendule Et leurs souvenirs, en cortège Remontaient, défilaient, s'envolaient...
L'un près de l'autre ils étaient là Tous deux assis, comme endormis Au bord de la banquette en bois Dans la salle d'attente Et quand le train est arrivé Tous deux, ils se sont regardés Et sans un mot se sont levés Dans la salle d'attente Et dans leur tête, ça glissait Présent, passé, manège... Les souvenirs devenaient présents Le présent devenait souvenir... Et leurs paroles, en cortège Hésitaient, se troublaient, s'envolaient Quand, dans le train, il est monté C'est elle qui s'en est aperçu Et en courant est revenue Dans la salle d'attente Mais le train avait disparu...
Vous n' trouvez pas que c'est idiot Une femme qui marche dans la rue Avec une musette et un calot ? C't' idiot!... C't' idiot!... ...C't' idiot!
I'm Gonna Be Warm This Winter Composer(s): Mark Barkan; Hank Hunter Performer(s): Connie Francis
We met at a ski lodge And we fell in love.....
Right by a fireplace We shared our first embrace And then inside my heart I felt a fire start It's gonna snow outside The weather will be cold But I'm gonna be wa-a-arm this winter
Uh-huh-huh!
Each time your lips touch mine They taste like sparklin' wine I feel so warm a glow Just 'cause I love you so It's cozy in your arms I'm yours to have and to hold And I'm gonna be wa-a-arm this winter
Ice skating on a frozen lake Sleigh-riding down a mountainside Roastin' popcorn, dancin' till the dawn That was how I knew love was born-born-bo-orn
It's just like make-believe Each night is New Year's Eve Each day is Christmas Day You make me feel this way It's gonna snow outside The weather will be cold But I'm gonna be wa-a-arm this winter
Uummm, ye-e-e-ah
It's gonna snow outside The weather will be cold But I'm gonna be wa-a-arm this winter Whoa, whoa, whoa, honey, make me warm this winter Mmmm, baby, make me warm this winter Whoa, whoa, whoa, I said make me warm........
Salir Vivo Composer(s): Miguel Mateos Performer(s): Miguel Mateos
He pensado demasiado y ya escuché suficiente cuando ame estuve al lado y cuando odie me puse enfrente Uhh! y todo por salir vivo de este coma...
La canción de la revolución he cantado en la arena hasta el cuello enterrado jamás podrás callar a mi demonio tal vez Dios este de mi lado Uhh! y todo por salir vivo de este coma Uhh! y todo por salir vivo de este coma...
Tuve amores de cuidado y aquí estoy, no tan desmejorado me han devuelto la mirada y el saludo me han negado querubines, belcebúes, jovencitas y abogados Uhh! y todo por salir vivo de este coma Uhh! y todo por salir vivo de este coma...
Yo también quiero mi tren que me lleve hasta tu puerta yo quiero explicarte bien y ojalá que estés despierta tentando, provocado al borde de caer de nuevo entre tus brazos sin deberle nada a nadie y todo por salir vivo de este coma...
Hoy tiene mas justificación que el pueblo se levante en subversión mas que en 1810, mas que en los setentas hoy todo esta hecho mierda no se dan cuenta? millones sin trabajo ni dirección abrazan la quimera de la educación señoras y señores créanme han rifado esta nación "El gran hermano" es un maricón que frecuenta "El Bar" de la Rock and Pop los artistas se han vendido a la cultura oficial y la justicia es un software de Microsoft
Nadie quiere la verdad solo quieren ver el show nadie quiere la revolución solo quieren, solo quieren... salir, salir vivos de este coma salir, salir, salir vivo de este coma
He pensado demasiado y ya escuche suficiente y ahora quiero salir vivo de este coma cuando ame estuve al lado y cuando odie me puse enfrente salir vivos de este coma jamás podrás callar a mi demonio vivos de este coma salir, salir, salir vivo de este coma
I'm A Little Christmas Cracker Composer(s): Lee Performer(s): Diana Decker
I'm a little Christmas cracker Hangin' on a Christmas tree Just a little Christmas cracker A-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-that's me A-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-that's me
If you pull me right in half I give you things to make you laugh Paper hats and good advice Pretty little toys and everything that's nice
I'm a little Christmas cracker Hangin' on a Christmas tree Just a little Christmas cracker (Ah-ah-ah-bang-a-bang-a-bang) That's me (Ah-ah-ah-bang-a-bang-a-bang) That's me
A message to my sister, Anne She's gonna meet a tall, dark, handsome man Napoleon's hat for poor, little, henpecked Dad He's having the grandest night that he's ever had
A tiny little trumpet for baby Joe He'll be so happy then, when he starts to blow A lot of bright balloons make a lot of fun And then the party's really begun
(She's a little Christmas cracker) Bang-a-bang (Hangin' on a Christmas tree) That's me (Just a little Christmas cracker) A-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-that's me (A-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang) That's me
If you pull me right in half I give you things to make you laugh Paper hats and good advice Pretty little toys and everything (That's nice)
I'm a little Christmas cracker Hangin' on a Christmas tree Just a little Christmas cracker (A-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang) That's me A-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-that's me
(A-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang -a-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang) That's me (Ooh-aah)
Sale Petit Bonhomme Composer(s): Georges Brassens Performer(s): Georges Brassens
Sale petit bonhomme, il ne portait plus d'ailes Plus de bandeau sur l'il et d'un huissier modèle Arborait les sombres habits Dès qu'il avait connu le krach, la banqueroute De nos affaires de cur, il s'était mis en route Pour recouvrer tout son fourbi
Pas plus tôt descendu de sa noire calèche Il nous a dit: "je viens récupérer mes flèches Maintenant pour vous superflu's" Sans une ombre de peine ou de mélancolie On l'a vu remballer la vaine panoplie Des amoureux qui ne jouent plus
Avisant, oublié', la pauvre marguerite Qu'on avait effeuillé', jadis, selon le rite Quand on s'aimait un peu, beaucoup L'un après l'autre, en place, il remit les pétales La veille encore, on aurait crié au scandale On lui aurait tordu le cou
Il brûla nos trophés, il brûla nos reliques Nos gages, nos portraits, nos lettres idylliques Bien belle fut la part du feu Et je n'ai pas bronché, pas eu la mort dans l'âme Quand, avec tout le reste, il passa par les flammes Une boucle de vos cheveux
Enfin, pour bien montrer qu'il faisait table rase Il effaça du mur l'indélébile phrase "Paul est épris de Virginie " De Virgini', d'Hortense ou bien de Caroline J'oubli' presque toujours le nom de l'héroïne Quand la comédie est finie
"Faut voir à pas confondre amour et bagatelle A pas trop mélanger la rose et l'immortelle Qu'il nous a dit en se sauvant A pas traiter comme une affaire capitale Une petite fantaisie sentimentale Plus de crédit dorénavant"
Ma mi', ne prenez pas ma complainte au tragique Les raisons qui, ce soir, m'ont rendu nostalgique Sont les moins nobles des raisons Et j'aurais sans nul doute enterré cette histoire Si, pour renouveler un peu mon répertoire Je n'avais besoin de chansons
Ill Be Walking The Floor This Christmas Composer(s): Ernest Tubb; Justin Tubb Performer(s): Ernest Tubb
I'll Be Walking The Floor This Christmas When old Santa comes my way All my friends will be merry this Christmas But for me just another blue day
Old Santa may drop by this year to help me light my tree Cause he knows that Im still blue I know hed like to help me dear and bring you back to me But theres somethings Santa just cant do
Ill be thinking of you this Christmas Decorating my tree with tears I'll Be Walking The Floor This Christmas Like Ive done for so many years
Sale Bonhomme (Adapted from: Nasty Dan - 1975) Composer(s): Eddy Marnay; Jeff Moss Performer(s): Claude François - 1976 Covered by: Sébastien Martel - 2008
Sale bonhomme était le pire des hommes qu'on ait jamais vu Il jurait, crachait et faisait de l'il aux inconnues Il rongeait ses ongles et mangeait sa soupe dans une passoire On m'a même dit qu'il n'avait jamais mit les pieds dans une baignoire
Oui sale bonhomme, oh! quelle sale personne! Un monstre en somme, ce sale bonhomme
Il détraquait tout les machines à sous et le téléphone Dans les spaghettis il mettait du Whisky et du chewing-gum Son père et sa mère trouvaient dans leurs verres du vin et du sel Et dans leurs chaussures de la confiture quand ce n'était pas du miel
Oui sale bonhomme, oh! quelle sale personne! Un monstre en somme, ce sale bonhomme
Maintenant, écoutez-moi bien, il faut que je vous raconte le fin de l'histoire car elle montre de façon éclatante que quand on est un sale bonhomme on ne récolte que ce qu'on mérite Et...
Un été il a rencontré une sale bonne femme Qui lui dit "nous deux on est si affreux que j'ai un programme" Epouse-moi, donne-moi un enfant et depuis ce jour là Au grand étonnement de tous les gens Il vit tranquille dans une sale bicoque Avec un sale gamin et une sale bonne femme Et son sale petit bonheur
Oui sale bonhomme, oh! quelle sale personne! Un monstre en somme, ce sale bonhomme
Oui sale bonhomme, oh! quelle sale personne! Un monstre en somme, ce sale bonhomme
Nasty Dan (French Version: Sale Bonhomme - 1976) Composer(s): Jeff Moss First release by: Johnny Cash - 1975
Nasty Dan was the meanest man I ever knew He's stomp and scream and be real mean the whole day through He'd frown a bunch he ate nails for lunch and he'd never laugh He'd growl and yell and I hard tell that he never took a bath
Nasty Dan was a nasty man Hard to understand that Nasty Dan
Now Nasty Dan was a nasty man the whole day long He'd go where he could he'd try real good to make things go wrong He'd jump for joy when a little boy would trip and fall And the only words that he ever said were I don't like you at all
Nasty Dan was a nasty man Hard to understand that Nasty Dan
Now a real interesting thing that I want you to know about is this here Because it's the most important thing it concerns a girl and things like that Now Nasty Pearl was a nasty girl that met Dan somehow She said you like me rotten as can be let's get married now
So they went and they did and had a nasty kid And I must confess that Dan pretty much leaves everyone alone now And he doesn't bother anybody anymore cause he just lives in his nasty ol' house With his nasty ol' wife and his nasty ol' kid in nasty happiness
Nasty Dan was a nasty man Hard to understand that Nasty Dan
I'll Be Home On Christmas Day
Composer(s): Michael Jarrett
Performer(s): Elvis Presley; Blue Blot; The Imperials Quartet
On the hills of Georgia Across the plains of Tennessee I've seen and I've done most everything That a man can do or see But if I could only borrow one dream from your sleep I'd be on that train tomorrow I'll be home on Christmas day And so many times before She left that candle burning Oh, too many tears fell My soul fills with yearning If I had sense at all I'd just be on my way Be on that train tomorrow Be home on Christmas day
Everytime I think about her All the love I left behind Memories still linger in my troubled mind I could set aside my pride And I'd be on my way I'd catch that train tomorrow And be home on Christmas day
If I had any sense at all I'd just be on my way I'd catch that train tomorrow I'd be home on Christmas day I said I'd catch that train tomorrow I'd be home on Christmas day
