Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Shoo Fly Pie And Apple Pan Dowdy Composer(s): Sammy Gallop; Guy Wood Performer(s): Dinah Shore and multiple other artists
If you wanna do right by your appetite If you're fussy about your food Take a choo-choo today, head New England way And we'll put you in the happiest mood with Shoo Fly Pie and Apple Pan Dowdy Makes your eyes light up Your tummy say "Howdy" Shoo Fly Pie and Apple Pan Dowdy I never get enough of that wonderful stuff Shoo Fly Pie and Apple Pan dowdy makes the sun come out When Heavens are cloudy Shoo Fly Pie and Apple Pan Dowdy I never get enough of that wonderful stuff! Mama! When you bake Mama! I don't want cake Mama! For my sake Go to the oven and make some ever lovin' Sh Shoo Fly Pie and Apple Pan Dowdy Makes your eyes light up Your tummy say "Howdy" Shoo Fly Pie and Apple Pan Dowdy I never get enough of that wonderful stuff!
Little Drummer Boy ((aka Peace on Earth/Little Drummer Boy (David Bowie & Bing Crosby) - 1982)) ((Adapted from: Carol Of The Drum (The Jack Halloran Singers) - 1957)) Composer(s): Katherine Davis - Henry Onorati - Harry Simeone Performer(s): The Harry Simeone Chorale - 1958 and multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1965 - L'enfant Au Tambour (Nana Mouskouri) 1965 - Den Lille Trommesla'r (Bjørn Tidmand) 1966 - La Cancion Del Tamborilero (Raphael) 1973 - Kleine Trommelaar (Will Tura) 1987 - Der Kleine Trommler (Heintje) 2009 - Trommedrengen (Linda Andrews, Malmö Symfoniorkester, Dobbeltkvartetten)
Come, they told me (pa-rum-pa-pa-pum) A new-born King to see (pa-rum-pa-pa-pum) Our finest gifts we bring (pa-rum-pa-pa-pum) To lay before the King (pa-rum-pa-pa-pum rum-pa-pa-pum, rum-pa-pa-pum) So to honor Him (pa-rum-pa-pa-pum) When we come
Baby Gesu (pa-rum-pa-pa-pum) I am a poor boy, too (pa-rum-pa-pa-pum) I have no gift to bring (pa-rum-pa-pa-pum) That's fit to give a King (pa-rum-pa-pa-pum rum-pa-pa-pum, rum-pa-pa-pum) Shall I play for you (pa-rum-pa-pa-pum) On my drum?
Mary nodded (pa-rum-pa-pa-pum) The ox and lamb kept time (pa-rum-pa-pa-pum) I played my drum for Him (pa-rum-pa-pa-pum) I played my best for Him (pa-rum-pa-pa-pum rum-pa-pa-pum, rum-pa-pa-pum) Then, He smiled at me (pa-rum-pa-pa-pum) Me and my drum
The Little Boy That Santa Claus Forgot Composer(s): Tommie Connor; Jimmy Leach; Michael Carr Performer(s): Nat King Cole; and various other artists
Christmas comes but once a year for ev'ry girl and boy The laughter and the joy they find in each toy I'll tell you of a little boy who lives across the way This little feller's Christmas is just another day
He's the little boy that Santa Claus forgot And goodness knows he didn't want a lot He sent a note to Santa for some soldiers and a drum It broke his little heart when he found Santa hadn't come
In the street, he envies all those lucky boys Then wanders home to last year's broken toys I'm so sorry for that laddie He hasn't got a daddy The little boy that Santa Claus forgot
Shoeshine Boy Composer(s): Gerry Rafferty Performer(s): Gerry Rafferty
Shoeshine boy, hes makin his money workin dowtown on Main Street Shoeshine boy, I know it aint funny cleanin everything on two feet Get down, get down upon your knees and brush your blues away It wont be long til Saturday night and youll be dancin with your lady til the break of day
Shoeshine boy, dont have no ambition, just wants to be a kerbside boot black Shoeshine boy, your daddys getting older, gotta take the weight off his back Get down, get down upon your knees and brush your blues away It wont be long til Saturday night and youll be dancin with your lady til the break of day
You know you feel so good when she comes to need you And when youre dancin together, you just cant beat you Get down, get down upon your knees and brush your blues away It wont be long til Saturday night and youll be dancin with your lady til the break of day
You know you feel so good when she comes to need you And when youre dancin together, you just cant beat you
Shoeshine boy, hes makin his money workin dowtown on Main Street Shoeshine boy, I know it aint funny cleanin everything on two feet Get down, get down upon your knees and brush your blues away It wont be long til Saturday night and youll be dancin with your lady til the break of day
The King Of Christmas
Composer(s): Ron Bell; George Cochran
Performer(s): Ray Stevens
Well, it was 10 o'clock on Christmas Eve
I was wipein' eggnog on my sleeve
Tryin' hard to fight those Christmas blues
I went to bed,turned out the light
I woke up sometime around midnight
Thought I heard somebody singin' Blue Suede Shoes
Well, I got up and scratched my head
I know that voice,but who I said
Opened the window and looked outside
I saw nine raindeer parked out back
Hitched up to a long pink cadillac
They looked like they'd just finished one heck of a ride
Well, my hair stood up on the back of my neck
I went downstairs for one quick check
I just had to find out for myself
Well,he was big that much was true
But he looked like someone else I knew
Not like that white bearded,rosie cheeked old man
Oh, he's the King, The King of Christmas
(He's the king, the King of Christmas)
Alive and well and ridin' in his sleigh
And I just can't help believin'
Well those tabloids aint decivin'
Cuz the King of Christmas
Passed me on his way!
Now beneath his cap of jet black hair
And sideburns hangin' down to there
He wore a silver belt around his waist
Then with a swivel of his hip
He started to curl his upper lip
With a look that said Merry Christmas on his face
Then with a karate kick he whirled around
I saw him write something down
He took the note and he stuffed it in my sock
Then he put a record under the tree
Just before he turned to leave
He hummed a bit of Jailhouse Rock
Oh, he's the King, The King of Christmas
(He's the king, the King of Christmas)
Alive and well and ridin' in his sleigh
And I just can't help believin'
Well those tabloids aint decivin'
Cuz the King of Christmas
Passed me on his way!
Then he pulled up his collar and flipped back his hair
And disappeared into thin air
I saw the sequins glitter upon his coat
That 45 that he'd laid down was
Santa Claus Is Back In Town
And I played it while I read the words he wrote
I'll outlive rock and roll and postage stamps that say I'm dead
And at the bottom he signed his famous name
Well, some say the King was put to rest
But me and Santa, we know best
And I bet somewhere there's elves that'll say the same
Oh he's the King,the King of Christmas
(He's the king,the King of Christmas)
Alive and well and ridin' in his sleigh
And as I heard that sleigh rev and fly
Through the night there came a cry
Santa Claus has left the building!
Oh, he's the King, The King of Christmas
(He's the king, the King of Christmas)
Alive and well and ridin' in his sleigh
And I just can't help believin'
Well those tabloids aint decivin'
Cuz the King of Christmas
Passed me on his way!
Shoe Shine Boy Composer(s): Saul Chaplin; Sammy Cahn Performer(s): Louis Armstrong and multiple other artists
Though you haven't many toys You don't envy any boys Every day's a work day Your work is just a game I'd like to sing your praise but I don't know your name
You're just a shoe shine boy You work hard all day Shoe shine boy Got no time to play Every nickel helps a lot So shine, shine, shoe shine boy
You find joy in the things you do Shoe shine boy seldom ever blue You're content with what you've got So shine, shine, shoe shine boy
People look at you with scorn 'cos your clothes are worn and torn Still you never whine You keep looking up and down the street Pleading with each one you meet Brother can you spare a shine
Oh, Shoe shine boy soon the day will come Shoe shine boy soon a tune you'll hum Every nickel helps a lot So shine, shine, shoe shine boy Shoe shine, shoe shine boy
The Hustle Composer(s): Van McCoy First release by: Van McCoy & The Soul City Symphony - 1975
Look here's a dance So old it's new 'Cause trash disco is seventies cool Like country line dance, to some it's fine Sadly though, you gotta lose your mind Get organized, discipline is fun I want to encourage everyone To coordinate your steps and clap Avoid the individuality trap Take a walk on the wild side And the African-American women sing Do the Hustle! Do the Hustle! Do the Hustle!
Do the Hustle!
Express yourself Is a wonderful thought But right here, right now, please do not! Specific moves fit the grooves You got nothing more to prove Coordinate your steps and clap Avoid the individuality trap Take a walk on the wild side And the African-American women sing Do the Hustle! Do the Hustle! Do the Hustle!
Shock The Monkey Composer(s): Peter Gabriel First release by: Peter Gabriel - 1982 Covered by multiple other artists
Cover me when I run Cover me through the fire Something knocked me out' the trees Now I'm on my knees Cover me, darling please Monkey, monkey, monkey Don't you know when you're going to shock the monkey
Fox the fox Rat the rat You can ape the ape I know about that There is one thing you must be sure of I can't take any more Darling, don't you monkey with the monkey Monkey, monkey, monkey Don't you know you're going to shock the monkey
Wheels keep turning Something's burning Don't like it but I guess I'm learning
Shock! - watch the monkey get hurt, monkey
Cover me, when I sleep Cover me, when I breathe You throw your pearls before the swine Make the monkey blind Cover me, darling please Monkey, monkey, monkey Don't you know you're going to shock the monkey
Too much at stake Ground beneath me shake And the news is breaking
Shock! - watch the monkey get hurt, monkey
Shock the monkey Shock the monkey Shock the monkey to life
The holly and the ivy
When they are both full grown
Of all the trees that are in the wood
The holly bears the crown
O the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing of the choir
The holly bears a blossom
As white as lily flower
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
To be our sweet Saviour
O the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing of the choir
The holly bears a berry
As red as any blood
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
To do poor sinners good
O the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing of the choir
The holly bears a prickle
As sharp as any thorn
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
On Christmas Day in the morn
O the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing of the choir
The holly bears a bark
As bitter as any gall
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
For to redeem us all
O the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing of the choir
The holly and the ivy
Now both are full well grown
Of all the trees that are in the wood
The holly bears the crown
O the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing of the choir
The Eleven Hours Of Christmas Performer(s): Jim Haynes
By the first hour of Christmas the kids are all awake One can tell it's Christmas Day
By the second hour of Christmas the kids begin to make Too much noise.... One can tell it's Christmas Day
By the third hour of Christmas the toys begin to break Three broken toys, too much noise.... One can tell it's Christmas Day
By the fourth hour of Christmas your head begins to ache - For no one enjoys, three broken toys, Too much noise..... One can tell it's Christmas Day
By the fifth hour of Christmas you just have to take Five aspirins please.... for no one enjoys, three broken toys, too much noise.... One can tell it's Christmas Day
By the sixth hour of Christmas you make a big mistake Six cans of beer, five aspirins please.... for no one enjoys, three broken toys, too much noise.... One can tell it's Christmas Day
By the seventh hour of Christmas - your hands begin to shake Seven relatives appear, six cans of beer, five aspirins please.... for no one enjoys, three broken toys, too much noise.... One can tell it's Christmas Day
By the eighth hour of Christmas dinner has been baked Ate too much again, seven relatives appear, six cans of beer, five aspirins please.... for no one enjoys, three broken toys, too much noise.... One can tell it's Christmas Day
By the ninth hour of Christmas your stomache starts to quake Nine hours of pain, ate too much again, seven relatives appear, six cans of beer, five aspirins please.... for no one enjoys, three broken toys, too much noise.... One can tell it's Christmas Day
By the tenth hour of Christmas you're eating Auntie's cake Ten rows have started, nine hours of pain, ate too much again, seven relatives appear six cans of beer, five aspirins please.... for no one enjoys, three broken toys, too much noise.... One can tell it's Christmas Day
By the eleventh hour of Christmas - go home for goodness sake - Eleven couples parted, ten rows have started, nine hours of pain, ate too much again, seven relatives appear six cans of beer, five aspirins please.... for no one enjoys, three broken toys, too much noise.... One can tell it's Christmas Day
If I get that old wishbone, I will make three wishes I'd wish that I was on my own every single Christmas I'd wish that I could disappear when relatives intruded I'd wish with noisy toys each year...batteries weren't included!
The Hat I Got For Christmas Is Too Big Performer(s): Mel Blanc
The hat I got for Christmas is too big It's nice, but my sombrero is too big Is it raining, is it snowing, I can't see where I am going `Cause the hat I got for Christmas is too big
But ring the bells and beat the drum Ring the bells and beat the drum I'll ring the bells to ??? for light But if I see that Santé Claus I'm going to start a fight
The hat I got for Christmas is too big Oh, it's nice, but my sombrero is too big If you wonder why I shiver, I'll tell three times in the river `Cause the hat I got for Christmas is too big
But ring the bells and beat the drum Ring the bells and beat the drum I'll ring the bells, but I feel sick `Cause Mr. Santé Claus you played on me a dirty trick
The hat I got for Christmas is too big It's nice, but my sombrero is too big If you think it's hot in Siam, you should be in here where I am The hat I got for Christmas is too big
The hat I got for Christmas is too big It's nice, but my sombrero is too big Can't tell one thing from another, I got married to my brother The hat I got for Christmas is too big
But ring the bells and beat the drum Ring the bells and beat the drum I'll ring the bells and say: "Olé" But Mr. Señor Santé Claus you spoiled my holiday
Shiver Me Timbers (German Version: Nach Mir Die Sinflut) Composer(s): Tom Waits First release by: Tom Waits - 1974 Covered by multiple other artists
I'm leavin' my fam'ly Leavin' all my friends My body's at home But my heart's in the wind Where the clouds are like headlines On a new front page sky My tears are salt water And the moon's full and high
And I know Martin Eden's Gonna be proud of me And many before me Who've been called by the sea To be up in the crow's nest Singin' my say Shiver me Timbers 'Cause I'm a-sailin' away
And the fog's liftin' And the sand's shiftin' I'm driftin' on out Ol' Captain Ahab He ain't got nothin' on me, now So swallow me, don't follow me I'm trav'lin' alone Blue water's my daughter 'n I'm gonna skip like a stone
So please call my missus Gotta tell her not to cry 'Cause my goodbye is written By the moon in the sky Hey and nobody knows me I can't fathom my stayin' Shiver me timbers 'Cause I'm a-sailin' away
And the fog's liftin' And the sand's shiftin' I'm driftin' on out Ol' Captain Ahab He ain't got nothin' on me So come and swallow me, follow me I'm trav'lin' alone Blue water's my daughter 'n I'm gonna skip like a stone
And I'm leavin' my family Leavin' all my friends My body's at home But my heart's in the wind Where the clouds are like headlines Upon a new front page sky And shiver me timbers 'Cause I'm a-sailin' away
The Happy Elf Composer(s): Harry Connick Jr. Performer(s): Harry Conninck Jr.
Seven days a week Ev'ry week of the month And ev'ry month of the year He's got us making presents And I'm happy
Ev'ry girl and boy Gets their own kind of toy We like to fill 'em with joy We're workin' over time To make 'em happy
Then on Christmas eve We jump on big red's sleigh We don't miss a chimney On our jolly way
We won't stop until Every kid gets a fill Of Santa's brand of good will The thrill of spilling cheer Just makes us happy
So, if you've been good yourself You might see the happy elf Stop by your house and make You very happy
The happy elf I'm the happy elf I'm the happy elf and I just might stop on by The happy elf I'm the happy elf I'm the happy elf and I just might stop on by I'm Santa's spy!
Nach Mir Die Sinflut (Adapted from: Shiver Me Timbers - 1974) Composer(s): Tom Waits Performer(s): Wolfgang Ambros
I loß alles lieg'n und stehn I segel afoch fuat Und niemand wird mit mir geh'n mir geht's wieder guat I verloß mei oides Leben und alle meine Freund Nur mit'n Wind und mit'n Wossa mit Sunn und Mond vereint
Und i waß, da oide Hemingway wär stolz g'wes'n auf mi wie auf so viele andre die eam g'folgt san, wie i I schau obe vom Mastkorb in die purpurrote Sonn nach mir die Sinflut i segel davon
Wenn ma am Ruder steht wann si des Segel bläht dann waß ma erst, wofür ma lebt I bin der Kapitän Schau zua, wie si der Nebel hebt So haßt's mi, oba lassts mi gehn kan Stress mehr und kann Druck mei Ziel is der Horizont und i komm nie mehr wieder z'ruck
So bittschön rufts mei Frau an sie soll ned traurig sein sie wird's ned begreifen doch des geht boid vorbei Hey und niemand verfolgt mi i nimm mir jetzt mein Lohn nach mir die Sintflut i segel davon
The Happiest Christmas Tree Composer(s): Cathy Lynn Performer(s): Nat King Cole
(With a hey and a hee and a hoo-hoo) (With a hee and a hoo and a hah-hah) (With a hoo and a hah and a hee-hee) (Ooooohhhhhhhhh.......)
I'm the happiest Christmas tree Hoo-hoo-hoo, hee-hee-hee Someone came and they found me And took me home with them
Oh, I'm the happiest Christmas tree Hoo-hoo-hoo, hee-hee-hee Look how pretty they dressed me Oh, lucky, lucky me
I got shiny bells that jingle And tiny lights that tingle Whenever anyone passes by I blink my lights and I wink my eye
Oh, I'm the happiest Christmas tree Christmas Day, wait and see I'll be laughing happily With a hoo-hoo-hoo-hee-hee
(With a hey and a hee and a hoo-hoo) (With a hee and a hoo and a hah-hah) (With a hoo and a hah and a hey-hey)
(Oh, I'm the happiest Christmas tree) (Hoo-hoo-hoo, hee-hee-hee) Someone came and they found me And took me home with them
(Oh, I'm the happiest Christmas tree) (Hoo-hoo-hoo, hee-hee-hee) Look how pretty they dressed me Oh, lucky, lucky me
I got shiny bells that jingle And tiny lights that tingle Whenever anyone passes by I blink my lights and I wink my eye
Oh, I'm the happiest Christmas tree Christmas Day, wait and see I'll be laughing happily With a hoo-hoo-hoo-hee-hee
(With a hey and a hee and a hoo-hoo) (With a hee and a hoo and a hah-hah) (With a hey and a hee and a hoo-hoo) (With a hee and a hoo and a hah-hah) (With a hey and a hee and a hoo-hoo) (With a hee and a hoo..........)
From the moment that I see you Chills run down my spine Your smile is mesmerizin And soothes me like sweet wine
(Ooh) With you is where its warmer I never want to leave So come on, girl, lets closer I want to breathe when you breathe
You make me shiver Girl, your love is such a sweet sensation, ho, ho You make me shiver Baby, when youre here with me its fascination
You make me shiver Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do Shiver Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do
Rabbit Composer(s): Chas Hodges; Dave Peacock Performer(s): Chas & Dave
Rabbit, rabbit ..... Rabbit, rabbit .....
You got a beatiful chin You got beautiful skin You got a beautiful face You got taste
You got beautiful eyes You got beautiful thighs You got a lot, without a doubt But I'm thinkin' bout blowin you out
Cos, you won't stop talking Why don't you give it a rest? You got more rabbit than Sainsbury's It's time you got it off your chest Now you was just the kind of girl to break my heart in two
Chorus I knew right off when I first met my eyes on you But how was I to know you'd break my ear holes too With your excessive talking, You're becoming a pest
R.O.C.K. Composer(s): Bill Haley; Rusty Keefer Performer(s): Bill Haley
R.o.c.k. R.o.c.k. rock!!!
Making R. from an eight to the bar eighty-eight O. from the told of the sax syncopathed C. from the key of the six-strings guitar K. from the kick of the rim shot, baby That's how they made it That's how they played it R.o.c.k. rock!!!
I know my a's, and my b's, and my c'ses P's, and my q's, and my x, w, z'ses No, how to lose all the blue, blue, bluesys Jump in a pair of my dancin' shoesys Take with my baby Rock with my baby R.o.c.k. rock!!!
Oh, Strauss this comin' waltzes A handy man found the blues And here I came along with the rockin' song "Crazy man, crazy" crazy news!!!
R. is all the rock here's the band it's a-movin' O. more than act, it's a go! go! groovin' C. what I mean is a heart attack action K. like a kiss is a cool atraction Who even getcha'? I'm gonna betcha' R.o.c.k. rock!!!
