Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Screw You, We're From Texas Composer(s): Ray Wylie Hubbard Performer(s): Ray Wylie Hubbard
I got on my cowboy boots, jeans And Hawaiian shirt, mirrored sunglasses And a mobile phone I guess I look like some Port Aransas Dope dealer that's out on bail Just trying to get home Well I ain't in jail and I got me a guitar Got a little band that's hotter than a rocket Sometimes we're sloppy We're always loud, tonight we're just ornery And locked in the pocket
So screw you, we're from Texas Screw you, we're from Texas Screw you, we're from Texas We're from Texas baby, so screw you
Now I love the USA And the other states Ahh, they're OK Texas is the place I wanna be And I don't care if I ever go to Delaware anyway Cause we got Stubbs, and Gruene Hall and Antone's, and John T's Country Store We've got Willie and Jacky Jack, Robert Earl, Pat, Cory, Charlie and me And so many more
So screw you, we're from Texas Screw you, we're from Texas Screw you, we're from Texas We're from Texas, screw you
Sing it with me Screw you, we're from Texas Screw you, we're from Texas Screw you, we're from Texas We're from Texas, screw you!
Now Texas has gotten a bad reputation Because of what happened in Dallas and Waco And our corporations well they are corrupt And the politicians are swindlers and loco But when it comes to music my friend I believe these words are as true as St. John the Revelator's Our Mr. Vaughan was the best that there ever was And no band was cooler than the 13th Floor Elevators
So screw you, we're from Texas Screw you, we're from Texas Screw you, we're from Texas We're from Texas, screw you!
Screw you, we're from Texas Screw you, we're from Texas Screw you, we're from Texas We're from Texas Screw you
Screw you, we're from Texas Screw you, we're from Texas Screw you, we're from Texas We're from Texas Screw you
Santa Claus (I Still Believe In You) Composer(s): Greg Fowler; Linda Gentry; Teddy Gentry; John Jarrard; Randy Owen Performer(s): Alabama
You always come around this time of year With your big ol' bag that's full of Christmas cheer And when it starts to snow the little boys and girls all know Soon they'll hear the sounds of your reindeer
Now sometimes grownups grow up to believe That you don't really come on Christmas Eve But I don't think that's true 'cause I know I've seen you In sparking little eyes around the tree
Oh Santa Claus, I still believe in you There's still a kid inside of me that still believes you're true Oh Santa Claus, the kids are tucked in tight The hour has arrived, it's time to play ol' Santa Clause tonight
Well I don't see how anybody could ever doubt that there really is a Santa Clause Especially if they've ever seen a little boy who's just got his very first bike Or if they've ever seen a little girl with her arms wrapped around her baby doll so tight And both of 'em waking up Mama and Daddy way before daylight And Grandma and Grandpa just lookin' young and lovin' life 'Cause they know that their grandkids gonna be alright And Mama and Daddy, they'll be waitin' up to answer ol' Santa's call 'Cause tonight they're not worried about payin' bills Lord, they're just lovin' it all!
Oh Santa Claus, I still believe in you There's still a kid in all of us that still believes you're true Oh Santa Claus, the kids are sleepin' tight We're turnin' out the lights and I'll be waiting up for you tonight
Oh Santa Claus, the kids are tucked in tight Santa Claus, turnin' out the lights Oh Santa Claus, ummmmmmmmmmmm I still believe in you
Scream Louder Composer(s): Janet Jackson; Michael Jackson; James Harris III; Terry Lewis Performer(s): Michael Jackson & Janet Jackson
(Michael) Tired of injustice Tired of the scheme Life is disgustin' So what does it mean, debbie You kick to me down I got to get up As jacked as it sounds The whole system sucks, debbie (Janet) Peek in the shadow Come into the light You tell me I'm wrong Then you better prove you're right You're sellin' out souls but ya I care about mine I've got to get stronger And I won't give up the fight
(Michael) With such confusions don't it make you wanna scream
(Janet) Make you wanna scream
(Michael) Your bash abusin' victimize within the scheme
(Janet) You try to cope with every lie they scrutinize
(Both) Somebody please have mercy 'cause I just can't take it Stop pressurin' me Just stop pressurin' me Stop pressurin' me Make me wanna scream Stop pressurin' me Just stop pressurin' me Stop pressurin' me Make me wanna scream
(Michael) Tired of tellin' you the story your way It's causin' confusion You think it's okay, debbie
(Janet) Keep changin' the rules While can't playin' the game I can't take it much longer I think I might go insane
(Michael) With such confusion don't it make you wanna scream
(Janet) Make you wanna scream
(Michael) Your bash abusin' victimize within the scheme
(Janet) You find your pleasure scandalizin' every lie
(Both) Oh father, please have mercy cause I just can't take it Stop pressurin' me Just stop pressurin' me Stop pressurin' me Make me wanna scream Stop pressurin' me Just stop pressurin' me Stop fuckin' with me Make me wanna scream
(Janet) Oh my god, can't believe what I saw as I turned on the
(Michael) All the injustice
(News man) A man has been brutally beaten to death by police after
(Michael) With such collusions don't it make you wanna scream
(Janet) Make me wanna scream
(Michael) Your bash abusin' victimize within the scheme
(Janet) You try to cope with every lie they scrutinize
(Both) Oh brother please have mercy cause I just can't take it Stop pressurin' me Just stop pressurin' me Stop pressurin' me Make me wanna scream Make me wanna scream Make me wanna scream Make me wanna scream Make me wanna scream Make me wanna scream
Scoubidou (Pommes Et Poires) ((Adapted from: Apples, Peaches And Cherries (Peggy Lee) - 1953)) Composer(s): Allan Lewis - Maurice Tézé Performer(s): Sacha Distel - 1959
Versions In Other Languages: 1959 - Äpfel Und Birnen (Dalida) 1959 - Scoubidou (Italian Version) (Dalida)
La rencontrant chez des amis Je lui dis: Mademoiselle Que faites-vous donc dans la vie Eh bien répondit-elle
Je vends des pommes, des poires Et des scoubidoubi-ou ah ... Pommes?... (pommes) Poires?... (poires) Et des Scoubidoubi-ou Ah Scoubidoubi-ou
On a dansé toute la nuit Puis au jour, on est partis Chez moi... discuter de l'amour De l'amour... et des fruits...
Comm' elle se trouvait bien, chez moi Aussitôt elle s'installa Et le soir, en guis' de dîner Elle me faisait manger
Je vends des pommes, des poires Et des scoubidoubi-ou ah... Pommes?... (pommes) Poires?... (poires) Et des Scoubidoubi-ou Ah Scoubidoubi-ou
Ca n'pouvait pas durer longtemps Car les fruits, c'est comme l'amour Faut en user modérément Sinon... ça joue des tours
Quand je lui dis: Faut se quitter... Aussitôt elle s'écria Mon pauvre ami, des typ's comm' toi On en trouv' par milliers...
Je vends des pommes, des poires Et des scoubidoubi-ou ah... Pommes?... (pommes) Poires?... (poires) Et des Scoubidoubi-ou Ah Scoubidoubi-ou
La leçon que j'en ai tirée Est facile à deviner Célibatair' vaut mieux rester Plutôt que de croquer
Je vends des pommes, des poires Et des scoubidoubi-ou ah... Pommes?... (pommes) Poires?... (poires) Et des Scoubidoubi-ou Ah Scoubidoubi-ou
Santa Can't Stay Composer(s): Dwight Yoakam Performer(s): Dwight Yoakam
Cold tears fall from his eyes As he turns into the night and walks away Lucille runs outside Just to see if there might be a sleigh Little Bobby stares down At the plate where cookies still lay And tries to understand Why momma said Santa can't stay
Momma said Santa can't stay Said she told him that twice yesterday Then a car just like Dad's Pulled out and drove away After momma said Santa couldn't stay
They both heard him coming Saw Mom run down the hall and holler wait Doug you're drunk don't come inside I'm not joking I've had all this I can take He threw a present really hard That almost hit Mom's new boyfriend Ray And yelled ho-ho lucky for you she's here And said that Santa can't stay
Momma said Santa can't stay Said she told him that twice yesterday Then a car just like Dad's Pulled out and drove away After momma said Santa couldn't stay
Scoubidou ((Adapted from: Apples, Peaches And Cherries (Peggy Lee) - 1953))
Composer(s): Allan Lewis
Performer(s): Dalida - 1959
Versions In Other Languages:
1959 - Scoubidou (Pommes Et Poires) (Sacha Distel)
1959 - Äpfel Und Birnen (Dalida)
Scoubidou bi ou a Scoubidou bi ou a Scoubidou bi ou a Scoubidou bi ou Io l'incontrai ad un cocktail Lui mi chiese Mademoiselle Che cosa fa per vivere E cosi' riposi allor 'Io vendo pere e mele' e poi scoubidou bi ou a Pere mele e poi scoubidou bi ou a Scoubidou bi ou Danzammo insieme al cabaret E fino all'alba delle tre Parlando sempre con calor di frutta e dell'amor Con lui assai bene mi trovai Ed in casa mi installai Ma pranzo cena e a desinar gli davo da mangiar La pere le mele e dei scoubidou bi ou a Pere mele e dei scoubidou bi ou a scoubidou bi ou Qualunque cosa a esagerar Finirebbe per stancar Le frutta rendon con l'amor più deboli di cuor Mi disse alfine di partir Ed io finsi di svenir Ma lui grido' non son per me i tipi come te La pere le mele e dei scoubidou bi ou a Pere mele e dei scoubidou bi ou a scoubidou bi ou scoubidou bi ou a scoubidou bi ou a Adamo ed Eva al mondo inter Han svelato già il mister E meglio sempre soli star piuttosto che mangiar La pere le mele e dei scoubidou bi ou a Pere mele e dei scoubidou bi ou a scoubidou bi ou a Scoubidou bi ou a scoubidou bi ou a Scoubidou bi ou a
Santa Bring My Baby Back (To Me) Composer(s): Claude Demetrius; Aaron Schroeder First recording/First release by: Elvis Presley - 1957 Covered by multiple other artists
(Santa, bring my Baby back to me) (Santa, bring my Baby back to me)
I don't need a lot of presents To make my Christmas bright I just need my baby's arms Wound around me tight Uh-ho, Santa hear my plea Santa bring my baby back to me
(Santa, bring my Baby back to me)
The Christmas tree is ready The candles all aglow But with my Baby far away What good is mistletoe Uh-ho, Santa, hear my plea Santa bring my baby back to me
(Santa, bring my Baby back to me)
Please make these reindeer hurry Well the time is drawing near It sure won't seem like Christmas Unless my Baby's here Don't fill my sock with candy Or no bright and shiny toy You wanna make me happy And fill my heart with joy Then Santa, hear my plea Santa bring my baby back to me
(Santa, bring my Baby back to me)
Please make these reindeer hurry Well the time is drawing near It sure won't seem like Christmas Unless my Baby's here Don't you fill my sock with candy Or no bright and shiny toy You wanna make me happy and fill my heart with joy Then Santa, hear my plea Santa bring my baby back to me
(Santa, bring my Baby back to me) (Santa, bring my Baby back)
Then Santa, hear my plea Santa bring my baby back to me
Äpfel Und Birnen ((Adapted from: Apples, Peaches And Cherries (Peggy Lee) - 1953)) Composer(s): Allan Lewis - Michael Performer(s): Dalida - 1959
Versions In Other Languages: 1959 - Scoubidou (Pommes Et Poires) (Sacha Distel) 1959 - Scoubidou (Italian Version) (Dalida)
Am rond-point sprach ein mann mich an Als ich mein Büro verliess Und fragt ob ich ihm sagen kann Was isst man in Paris
Am liebsten Äpfel und Birnen Und dann scoubidoubidou-a Äpfel Äpfel birnen birnen Und dann scoubidoubidou-a scoubidoubidou
Der Vorschlag schien ihm originell Und hat ihn so interessiert Dass er mich darauf ganz formell Am abend ausgeführt
In einem netten restaurant Hat er mein menü erprobt Das er ganz ausgezeichnet fand Und nun begeistert lobt
Wie schön sind Äpfel und Birnen Und dann scoubidoubidou-a Äpfel Äpfel Birnen Birnen Und dann scoubidoubidou-a scoubidoubidou
Und weil es ihm so herrlich schmeckt Macht er täglich diese kur Bis er dann voller schreck entdeckt Es schadet der figur
Es sei ja ab und zu ganz schön Wenn man süss früchte hat Doch müsse er mir eingestehn Auch früchte machen satt
Nicht immer Äpfel und Birnen Und dann scoubidoubidou-a Äpfel Äpfel Birnen Birnen Und dann scoubidoubidou-a Scoubidoubidou-a, scoubidoubidou-a Scoubidoubidou - aha
Santa Baby
Composer(s): Joan Javits; Tony Springer; Philip Springer
First release by: Eartha Kitt - 1953
Covered by multiple other artists
Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree, for me I've been an awful good girl Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight Santa baby, an out-of-space convertible too, light blue I'll wait up for you dear Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight Think of all the fun I've missed Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed Next year I could be oh so good If you'd check off my Christmas list Boo doo bee doo Santa honey, I wanna yacht and really that's Not a lot I've been an angel all year Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight Santa cutie, there's one thing I really do need, the deed To a platinum mine Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight Santa baby, I'm filling my stocking with a duplex, and checks Sign your 'X' on the line Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight Come and trim my Christmas tree With some decorations bought at Tiffany's I really do believe in you Let's see if you believe in me Boo doo bee doo Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing, a ring I don't mean a phone Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight Hurry down the chimney tonight Hurry down the chimney tonight
Scotch And Soda Composer(s): Dave Guard First release by: The Kingston Trio - 1958 Covered by multiple other artists
Scotch and soda, mud in your eye Baby, do I feel high, oh, me, oh, my Do I feel high Dry martini, jigger of gin Oh, what a spell you've got me in, oh, my Do I feel high People won't believe me They'll think that I'm just braggin' But I could feel the way I do and still be on the wagon
All I need is one of your smiles Sunshine of your eyes, oh, me, oh, my Do I feel high
People won't believe me They'll think that I'm just braggin' But I could feel the way I do and still be on the wagon
All I need is one of your smiles Sunshine of your eyes, oh, me, oh, my Do I feel higher than a kite can fly Give me lovin', baby I feel high
Paris Composer(s): Bernard Lavilliers Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
J'adore le ciel de Paris J'adore cette fille de bandit Qui se balade en guêpière Quand je retourne en enfer
Mon capital de bas noirs Tu changes de fille tous les soirs Et dans les bulles de cristal Me balances les fleurs du mal
Tu me manques terriblement Tu me manques passionnément Tu me manques, c'est fascinant Paris, t'es si belle encore Paris, tu changes de décor Paris, tu ressembles à personne
Ma capitale de douleur Vienne la nuit, sonne l'heure Un rouge baiser, un miroir Tout redevient provisoire
Paris, t'as des yeux gris-bleus T'es plutôt brune à mes yeux Entre Desnos et Prévert Tu choisis Apollinaire
Tu me manques terriblement Tu me manques passionnément Tu me manques, c'est fascinant Paris, t'es si belle encore Paris, tu changes de décor Paris, tu ressembles à personne
Je t'aime, ma fille de faubourg Avec tes chansons d'amour Je t'aime, vipère du trottoir Plumant le micheton dans le noir
Mon ange exterminateur T'es dure avec le malheur Tu fais de cadeaux à personne Et là, Paris, tu déconnes
Tu me manques terriblement Tu me manques passionnément Tu me manques, c'est fascinant Paris, t'es si belle encore Paris, tu changes de décor Paris, tu ressembles à personne
Paris, j'veux pas qu'on t'épouse Reste infidèle et jalouse Paris, tu ressembles à personne
Santa's On His Way Composer(s): Dave Anthony; Bill Phillips Performer(s): George Strait; Kitty Wells; Bob Wills
Christmas is always my favorite time of year Sleighbells ringin jingle lingin Christmas time is near Cant wait to build a snowman And play outside all day Nothing could be better I gotta write a letter Santas on his way
Christmas time is always A special time of year A time for joy and happiness And lots of Christmas cheer
Cant wait to decorate the tree That we brought home today Nothin could be better I gotta write a letter Santas on his way
Christmas time is always A special time of year A time for joy and happiness And lots of Christmas cheer
So have a very Merry Christmas And a jolly happy day Nothin could be better I gotta write a letter Santas on his way
Scorn Not His Simplicity Composer(s): Phil Coulter; Bill Martin Performer(s): Phil Coulter and multiple other artists
See the child With the golden hair Yet eyes that show the emptiness inside Do we know Can we understand just how he feels Or have we really tried
See him now As he stands alone And watches children play a children's game Simple child He looks almost like the others Yet they know he's not the same
Scorn not his simplicity But rather try to love him all the more Scorn not his simplicity Oh no Oh no
See him stare Not recognizing the kind face That only yesterday he loved The loving face Of a mother who can't understand what she's been guilty of
How she cried, tears of happiness the day the doctor told her it's a boy Now she cries tears of helplessness and thinks of all the things he can't enjoy
Scorn not his simplicity But rather try to love him all the more Scorn not his simplicity Oh no Oh no
Only he knows how to face the future hopefully Surrounded by despair He won't ask for your pity or your sympathy But surely you should care
Scorn not his simplicity But rather try to love him all the more Scorn not his simplicity Oh no Oh no Oh no
Santa And The Doodle-Li-Boop Composer(s): Alan Abel Performer(s): Art Carney
Once upon a time there was a little boy named Tommy one day he wrote a letter to Santa Claus up in the North Pole and said:"Dear Santa I've been a good little boy all year so I am writing you now to say
All I want for Christmas is a Doodle-li-Boop, a Doodle-li-Boop, a Doodle-li-Boop All I want for Christmas is a Doodle-li-Boop, Doop billy-bee-ala, Doodle-li-Boop"
When Santa read the letter he was very much surprised because he hadn't had anyone asking for a Doodle-li-Boop in a long time It was the day before Christmas, so he went to the toy factory and went looking for a Doodle-li-Boop, he looked high and he looked low but there was no single Doodle-li-Boop in sight Santa went through the toy factory singing
"Has anybody seen a Doodle-li-Boop, a Doodle-li-Boop, a Doodle-li-Boop? Has anybody seen a Doodle-li-Boop, Doop billy-bee-ala, Doodle-li-Boop?"
When none of his helpers know where there might be a Doodle-li-Boop in sight so Santa went home slowly and sadly, singing
"Oh, where, oh where is a Doodle-li-Boop, a Doodle-li-Boop, a Doodle-li-Boop? Oh, where, oh where is a Doodle-li-Boop, Doop billy-bee-ala, Doodle-li-Boop?"
When Santa came home, Mrs. Santa Claus opened the door and said to him "Santa you look so tired and unhappy What's wrong?"
Santa said "Little Tommy asked for a Doodle-li-Boop, a Doodle-li-Boop, a Doodle-li-Boop Little Tommy asked for a Doodle-li-Boop, Doop billy-bee-ala, Doodle-li-Boop"
"But there's none in sight anywhere and it's almost time for delivering my Christmas toys" Why don't you look into the closet? Said Mrs. Santa Claus With a start Santa jumped up and ran over to the closet, opened the door and out came hundreds of Doodle-li-Boops picking one up and putting it quickly in his bag Santa went on his way to deliver his Christmas toys, singing
"Little Tommy is gonna get a Doodle-li-Boop, a Doodle-li-Boop, a Doodle-li-Boop Little Tommy is gonna get a Doodle-li-Boop, a Doodle-li-Boop, a Doodle-li-Boop
Sant Josep i la mare de Deu Feren companyia bona Partien de Natzaret Natzaret a la bona hora "Don dorondon", la Mare canta i el Fillet dorm
No troben posada enlloo De tant que la gent es pobre Si no es un barraconet To ple de joncs i de boga "Don dorondon", la Mare canta i el Fillet dorm
Sant Josep va a cercar foc A la ciutat i no en troba Quan Sant Josep fou tornat Deslliurada en fou l'Esposa "Don dorondon", la Mare canta i el Fillet dorm
Scissor Man Composer(s): Andy Partridge First release by: XTC - 1979 Covered by: Primus - 1998
Snipping, snipping, snipping goes the scissor man Putting end to evil doers games Snipping, snipping, snipping goes the scissor man Maybe you are in his book of names Maybe you are in his book of names
So be kind and helpful to your mother Just think twice before you try and steal When he cuts with sticky silver snippers You may find the wounds will never heal
All self made bad boys If you refuse to believe he exist You won't be frightened when you find out You're on his list You're on his list You're on his list
So be good and never poison people Just think twice before the deed is done When you wake up guilty in the morning You may find important pieces gone
Pardons Composer(s): Jacques Brel; Jacques Vigouroux Performer(s): Jacques Brel
Pardon pour cette fille Que l'on a fait pleurer Pardon pour ce regard Que l'on quitte en riant Pardon pour ce visage Qu'une larme a changé Pardon pour ces maisons Où quelqu'un nous attend Et puis pour tous ces mots Que l'on dit mots d'amour Et que nous employons En guise de monnaie Et pour tous les serments Qui meurent au petit jour Pardon pour les jamais Pardon pour les toujours
Pardon de ne plus voir Les choses comme elles sont Pardon d'avoir voulu Oublier nos vingt ans Pardon d'avoir laissé S'oublier nos leçons Pardon de renoncer A nos renoncements Et puis de se terrer Au milieu de sa vie Et puis de préférer Le salaire de Judas Pardon pour l'amitié Pardon pour les amis
Pardon pour les hameaux Qui ne chantent jamais Pardon pour les villages Que l'on a oubliés Pardon pour les cités Où nul ne se connaît Pardon pour les pays Faits de sous-officiers Pardons d'être de ceux Qui se foutent de tout Et de ne pas avoir Chaque jour essayé Et puis pardon encore Et puis pardon surtout De ne jamais savoir Qui doit nous pardonner
Same Old Lang Syne Composer(s): Dan Fogelberg Performer(s): Dan Fogelberg; Mari L. McCarthy; Jim Wilson
Met my old lover in the grocery store The snow was falling, Christmas Eve I stole behind her in the frozen foods And I touched her on the sleeve
She didn't recognize the face at first But then her eyes flew open wide She went to hug me and she spilled her purse And we laughed until we cried
We took her groceries to the checkout stand The food was totalled up and bagged We stood there lost in our embarrassment As the conversation dragged
We went to have ourselves a drink or two But couldn't find an open bar We bought a sixpack at the liquor store And we drank it in her car
We drank a toast to innocence We drank a toast to now And tried to reach beyond the emptiness But neither one knew how
She said she'd married her an architect Who kept her warm and safe and dry She would have liked to say she loved the man But she didn't like to lie
I said the years had been a friend to her And that her eyes were still as blue But in those eyes I wasn't sure If I saw doubt or gratitude
We drank a toast to innocence We drank a toast to time Reliving in our eloquence Another 'auld lang syne'...
The beer was empty and our tongues were tired And running out of things to say She gave a kiss to me as I got out And I watched her drive away
Just for a moment I was back at school And felt that old familiar pain And as I turned to make my way back home The snow turned into rain The snow turned into rain
