Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Stay Away ((Adapted from: A New Northern Dittye Of The Lady Greene Sleeves - 1580 (aka What Child Is This? - 1958)) Composer(s): Traditional; Sid Tepper; Roy Bennett Performer(s): Elvis Presley - 1968
Titles In Other Languages: 1966 - La Nostra Terra 2008 - D'ici
Ten thousand miles even though I roam I can hear the call of the hills of home The canyons high and the valleys low Echo "How can you stay away"
My dreams are there where the eagles fly Where the mountain tops seem to touch the sky The winding streams and the winds that blow Ask me "How can you stay away"
Too long have I stayed apart From this land that I love and denied my heart Now, now I know I must go Where the hills say "Don't stay away" Where the hills say "Don't stay away"
Shush Shush Charlotte Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Shush shush shush Charlotte, shush Charlotte shush shush Shush shush shush Charlotte, shush Charlotte shush shush Shush shush shush Charlotte, shush Charlotte shush shush Shush shush shush Charlotte, shush Charlotte shush shush
Te souviens-tu ma petite Charlotte Toi à quatre pattes comme un petit gavial Ça y allait sec tes glandes lacrymales Quant tu faisais poupou dans ta culotte Je te disais Shush shush shush Charlotte Shush Charlotte shush shush
Tu es une petite charlotte Aux pommes à l'aube aux aurores boréales Quand tu t'enfiles tes céréales Avant le lycée polyglotte Tu as peur d'être en retard et je te dis Shush shush shush Charlotte Shush Charlotte shush shush
Comme ton petit papa tu aimes les bank-notes Et quand tu perds au jeu tu le prends super mal Tu dis merde chier con, tu râles Calme calme ma petite cocotte Shush shush shush Charlotte Shush Charlotte shush shush
Sais-tu ma petite fille pour la vie il n'est pas d'antidote Celui qui est aux manettes à la régie finale Une nuit me rappellera dans les étoiles Ce jour-là je ne veux pas que tu sanglotes Shush shush shush Charlotte Shush Charlotte shush shush
Western Ridge Composer(s): L.J. Booth - David Wilcox Performer(s): David Wilcox
This is where the trail just disappears This is where their story ends No one knows where they went from here But I remember when they drank a toast A route that no one else had tried
Working up along the western ridge Where the water shed divides Way out there They found their place in the sky
Around the fire we told the tale Of how they cut it close before Under logs left after the avalanche They stumbled back to camp at dawn
Now it's much too long to hold the hope The glacier ice can echo deep Thought I felt a tug along the rope And it pulled me from my sleep
Working up along the western ridge Where the water shed divides Way out there They found their place in the sky Way out there They found their place in the sky
The air is clear and the ice is blue You can see from down below That curling up over the eastern side Is a silent plume of snow
Working up along the western ridge Where the water shed divides Way out there They found their place in the sky
Tomorrow Is Christmas Day Composer(s): Buck Owens; Don Rich Performer(s): Buck Owens
Looky there, who's a comin' See the reindeer a runnin' Ol' Rudolph sleddin' away Hear the rattle of the hoofs As he ride on the roof Oh, tomorrow is Christmas day
See the funny little man With the sack in his hand Filled with toys all bright and gay But don't be afraid Because it's only ol' Santa Claus And tomorrow is Christmas day
Here he comes down the chimney With a great big grin A beard on the tip Of his chinny chin chin You better be a sleepin' Or he won't come in. For tomorrow is Christmas day
Hey, tomorrow is Christmas day
Well, he fills all the stockings That's a hangin' on the tree And he places all the presents Where they ought to be He's got a book for you And a tie for me Oh, tomorrow is Christmas day
And with a twinkle in his eye You know wave goodbye He hurries right on his way He's gotta take a lotta toys To all the girls and boys For tomorrow is Christmas day
Here he comes down the chimney With a great big grin A beard on the tip Of his chinny chin chin You better be a sleepin' Or he won't come in For tomorrow is Christmas day
Shu Ba Du Ba Loo Ba Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
J'ai acheté pour Anna Un gadget fantastique Un animal en peluche Qui lui fait les yeux doux Quand elle tire Shu ba du ba loo ba La ficelle Shu ba du ba loo ba Il lui répond Shu ba du ba loo ba Ça me rend fou
Maintenant avec Anna Nous ne sommes plus jamais seul Il est là sur l'oreiller Qui lui fait les yeux doux Elle lui tire Shu ba du ba loo ba La ficelle Shu ba du ba loo ba Ça continue: Shu ba du ba loo ba Il me rend fou
Peut-être qu'un jour Anna En aura marre de lui Alors je serais le seul À lui faire les yeux doux Comment lui dire Shu ba du ba loo ba Que je l'aime Shu ba du ba loo ba Lorsque j'entends: Shu ba du ba loo ba Ça me rend fou
To Heck With Ole Santa Claus Composer(s): Loretta Lynn Performer(s): Loretta Lynn
(To heck with ole Santa Claus) Last year I hung my stockings by the chimney and ole Santa didn't bring me anything Well I wrote a note and I told him what to bring me But I didn't even hear his sleigh bells ring
So to heck with ole Santa Clause When he goes dashin' through the snow I hope he falls I like to hit him (ho ho ho) with a bunch of big snowballs To heck with ole Santa Claus
This year I'll built a big fire in the fireplace I'll be like a little pig I read about If that big bad wolf in red comes down my chimney He's a gonna scorch his whiskers there's no doubt
So to heck with ole Santa Clause When he goes dashin' through the snow I hope he falls I like to hit him (ho ho ho) with a bunch of big snowballs To heck with ole Santa Claus
Shriner's Convention Composer(s): Ray Stevens Performer(s): Ray Stevens; Cledus T. Judd
Here they come down main street, drums a flailin' and the sirens a wailin', what a roar Bands are a playin' and flags are a waivin, and the Vanguard's and Motorcycle Corps Clowns are a clownin' to the crowd and pinchin' every pretty girl who dares to smile It's a glorious mess, everybody wears a fez the parade stretches out for a mile
It's a typical American phenomenon where all the members have a fine old time It's the forty-third annual Convention of the Grand Mystic Royal Order Of the Nobles of the Ali Baba Temple of the Shrine Girls
Meanwhile back at the Motel.....
"Hello, Operator, give me room 321, please, thank you Hello, Noble Lumpkin? This here is the illustrious Potentate I said it's the illustrious Potentate The illustrious...Coy! Dad blame it! This here's Bubba! Coy, why an't you at the parade?! What?! Well, how'd you get that big Harley up there in your room? What?! I can't hear ya' Coy! Quit revvin' it up, son! Turn it off! Listen I just want you to know one thing You have embarrassed us all, the whole Hahira Delegation! Now I'll see you at the banquet tonight, son And you be there Coy, you hear me? Black tie! Seven o'clock! Be there! And Coy, don't answer the phone, udden udden! Mercy"
Well, it was all arranged by the Ladies Auxiliary in the downtown Convention Hall Cold Roast Beef, String Beans, Mashed Potatoes and nine boring speeches in all And all the tables looked fine with their Mogen David Wine and Chrysanthemums on each side And the Hahira leaders in their rented Tuxedos made the local hearts swell with pride
It's a typical American phenomenon where all the members have a fine old time It's the forty-third annual Convention of the Grand Mystic Royal Order Of the Nobles of the Ali Baba Temple of the Shrine Girls
Meanwhile back at the Motel.....
"Operator, 321, please Thank You Hello, Coy? What are you doin'?! What do you mean, who is this! This is Bubba? Why wasn't you at the banquet? What do you mean all you had to wear was a Hawaiian flowerdy shirt? Well, you may think you're foolin' some people, but I know what's goin' on Yeah, ever'body seen the little redhead That's right, ever'body! Why she come runnin' right through the dinner, right in the middle of the pineapple sherbet Didn't have nothin' on but your fez, Coy! Coy, you the only one's got a fez with a propeller on top!! Yeah, yeah and she was a yellin' out the secret code, too, Coy Dad blame it we gonna have to change it now, Coy! We gonna have to have a special meetin', we get back to Hahira, about your conduct at this here convention Embarrassin'!! Now Coy, you be at the secret conclave tonight! You hear me?! And Coy, keep it a secret! Hah!"
Well, it was a secret meeting in the dead of the night with mysterious sanctimony In accordance with prescribed rituals of time honored ceremony Matters of grave concern were weighed with dedicated caution Like whether or not to raise at stud or draw or spit in the ocean
It's a typical American phenomenon where all the members have a fine old time It's the forty-third annual Convention of the Grand Mystic Royal Order Of the Nobles of the Ali Baba Temple of the Shrine Girls
Meanwhile back at the Motel.....
"Operator, room three-twenty... How'd you know? Oh! Hello! Coy? Where have you been? No, you wasn't at the meeting! Well, I found out that at three o'clock this mornin' you was out there in your Fruit of the Loom's in the motel swimmin' pool with a bunch of them waitresses from the cocktail lounge! I just hope your mama don't find out about this, Coy! What? Well, how'd you get that big motorcycle up there on the high dive, Coy? Now Coy, dad blame it, that ain't no way to act We supposed to be pillars of the community When we get back to Hahira you can just turn in your ring and your tie tack 'cause Coy, heh-heh, you are out of the Shrine! You gonna be blackballed, boy! That's right! You might even have to pack your bags and leave town! What do you mean you might join the Hell's Angels? Coy! Don't you hang up on me! Hello, hello... Don't you crank that motorcycle! Who's that gigglin' in the background, Coy? Hello, hello operator! Yeah, we's cut off! Room 321 Dad blame it Coy! You don't hang up on the illustrious Potentate! I said the illustrious Potentate! This is Bubba! Bubba! Coy!............."
'Til The Season Comes 'Round Again Composer(s): John Barlow Jarvis; Randy Goodrum Performer(s): Reba McEntire
and multiple other artists
Come and gather 'round at the table In the spirit of family and friends And we'll all join hands and remember this moment 'Til the season comes 'round again
So let us smile for the picture And we'll hold it as long as we can May it carry us through should we ever get lonely 'Til the season comes 'round again
One night, holy and bright Shining with love from our hearts By a warm fire let's lift our hands high And be thankful were here 'til this time next year
May the new year be blessed with good tidings 'Til the next time I see you again If we must say goodbye let the spirit go with you 'Til the season comes 'round again
One night, holy and bright Shining with love from our hearts By a warm fire let's lift our hands high And be thankful were here 'til this time next year
May this new year be blessed with good tidings 'Til the next time I see you again We'll all join hands and remember this moment And we'll love and we'll laugh in the time that we have 'Til the season comes 'round again
Shrimp Boats Composer(s): Paul Mason Howard; Paul Weston Performer(s): Jo Stafford and multiple other artists
Shrimp boats is a-comin' Their sails are in sight Shrimp boats is a-comin' There's dancin' tonight Why don't-cha hurry, hurry, hurry home Why don't-cha hurry, hurry, hurry home Look here! The shrimp boats is a-comin' There's dancin' tonight
Shrimp boats is a-comin' Their sails are in sight Shrimp boats is a-comin' There's dancin' tonight Why don't-cha hurry, hurry, hurry home Why don't-cha hurry, hurry, hurry home Look here! The shrimp boats is a-comin' There's dancin' tonight (Shrimp boats is a-comin', there's dancin' tonight)
They go to sea with the evenin' tide And their women folk wave their good-bye (Ill sant vas... There they go) While the Louisiana moon floats on high And they wait for the day they can cry...
Shrimp boats is a-comin' Their sails are in sight Shrimp boats is a-comin' There's dancin' tonight Why don't-cha hurry, hurry, hurry home Why don't-cha hurry, hurry, hurry home Look here! The shrimp boats is a-comin' There's dancin' tonight (Shrimp boats is a-comin', there's dancin' tonight)
Happy the days while they're mending the nets 'Til once more they ride high out to sea (Ill sant vas... There they go) Then how lonely the long nights will be 'Til that wonderful day when they see...
Shrimp boats is a-comin' Their sails are in sight Shrimp boats is a-comin' There's dancin' tonight Why don't-cha hurry, hurry, hurry home Why don't-cha hurry, hurry, hurry home Look here! The shrimp boats is a-comin' There's dancin' there's dancin' There's dancin' there's dancin'
Three Weeks From Christmas Composer(s): Duane Jarvis Performer(s): Duane Jarvis
As I left your house Think it was a quarter to three You said do us both a favor Try to not call me Thought to myself as I closed the door Thought about what you said
Now it's three weeks from Christmas It's getting colder I just can't wait until May
As I drove home Streets always look just the same The only thing that ever changes Is the way that we play this game Thought to myself as I pulled into the driveway Thought about what you said
Now it's three weeks from Christmas It's getting colder I just can't wait until May
Three weeks from Christmas It's getting colder I just wait untill May
Boston's cold But California's colder Colder than a night in New York Not a Philadelphia phone call Was that night That the thermometer froze
I woke up remembering a dream I once had Was a guy with a girl Looked just like you So much that it just made me mad Screamed out loud as I jumped out of bed Thought about what you said
Now it's three weeks from Christmas It's getting colder I just can't wait until May
Now it's three weeks from Christmas It's getting colder I just can't wait until May
Now it's three weeks from Christmas It's getting colder I just can't wait until May
Shower The People Composer(s): James Taylor First release by: James Taylor - 1976 Covered by multiple other artists
You can play the game and you can act out the part Though you know it wasn't written for you But tell me, how can you stand there with your broken heart Ashamed of playing the fool One thing can lead to another; it doesn't take any sacrifice Oh, father and mother, sister and brother if it feels nice, don't think twice
Just shower the people you love with love Show them the way that you feel Things are gonna work out fine if you only will Shower the people you love with love Show them the way you feel Things are gonna be much better if you only will
You can run but you cannot hide This is widely known And what you plan to do with your foolish pride When you're all by yourself alone Once you tell somebody the way that you feel You can feel it beginning to ease I think it's true what they say about the squeaky wheel Always getting the grease
Better to shower the people you love with love Show them the way that you feel Things are gonna be just fine if you only will Shower the people you love with love Show them the way that you feel Things are gonna be much better if you only will
Shower the people you love with love Show them the way that you feel
You'll feel better right away Don't take much to do Sell you pride They say in every life They say the rain must fall Just like pouring rain Make it rain Make it rain Love, love, love is sunshine Oh yes Make it rain Love, love, love is sunshine Yeah, all right Everybody, everybody Shower the people you love with love
Thistlehair The Christmas Bear Composer(s): Donny Lowery Performer(s): Alabama
The city's full of manger scenes And stores lit up in red and green But down the road just out of town There's more magic to be found The countryside is all aglow With holly trees and mistletoe And in them woods there lives a bear Known to all as Thistlehair
Oh, Thistlehair the Christmas bear Spreading the good news everywhere About Christmas time and what it means To all the children of the World Every little boy and girl out there Loves Thistlehair
He comes around this time of year Spreading lots of Christmas cheer The kids all love his shiny coat And the smell of honey on his nose He tells them all about the star And everything that it stands for The birthday we all celebrate Is still our fav'rite holiday
Oh, Thistlehair the Christmas bear Spreading the good news everywhere About Christmas time and what it means To all the children of the Wworld Every little boy and girl out there Loves Thistlehair
Wherever you find old Thistlebear There'll be music in the air He dances 'round the Christmas tree Every single New Year's eve Then he and all his furry friends Gather 'round the fire again And sing about those Angel wings Gifts of love that Christmas brings
Oh, Thistlehair the Christmas bear Spreading the good news everywhere About Christmas time and what it means To all the children of the World Every little boy and girl out there Loves Thistlehair
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Showdown At Big Sky Composer(s): Robbie Robertson Performer(s): Robbie Robertson
Soldier of fortune He's a man of war Just can't remember What he's fighting for Start a revolution Right before your eyes When you hear the big bang Don't you be surprised
Showdown at big sky Darkness at high noon Showdown at big sky That day may be soon People, people Can you hear the sound From every village and every town Let the bells ring out Hear the bells ring in Let the bells ring out Keep them ringing, ringing
Can't predict the future Can't forget the past Feels like any moment Could be the last All you believers Standing inside this room Can't you see it coming Shooting out across the moon
Save this place In the valley of tears By the river of time From weapons race In the Book of David In the holy Bible When it's laid to waste It will be written By the children of Eden I said save this place And the Holy Ghost
Showdown at big sky Darkness at high noon Showdown at big sky That day may be soon People, people Can you hear the sound From every village and every town Let the bells ring out Hear the bells ring in Let the bells ring out Keep them ringing, ringing
Save this place In the valley of tears By the river of time From weapons race In the Book of David In the holy Bible When it's laid to waste It will be written By the children of Eden I said save this place And the Holy Ghost
Showdown at big sky Darkness at high noon Kiss tomorrow goodbye That day could be soon Give us strength Give us wisdom And give us the morals Let the bells ring out Hear the bells ring in Let the bells ring out Keep them ringing, ringing Let the bells ring out Hear the bells ring in Let the bells ring out Keep them ringing, ringing
We All Get Crazy At Christmas Composer(s): David Bellamy Performer(s): The Bellamy Brothers
Well, there's a twenty-pound turkey in the oven And there's a big old log upon the fire Mama's a-runnin' 'round in her new frilly gown Daddy's dressed in Santa Claus attire All the kids hang stockings near the chimney And in the livin' room there stands an old Spruce tree What causes this family's strange behavior I guess it's just that time of year, you see
We all get crazy at Christmas Gather around and sing those yuletide songs Yea!, we all get crazy at Christmas Lord, I wish we could stay crazy all year long
Well, it's enough to make old Scrooge say "Season Greetings" And it's enough to make the rich folks help the poor Char-i-ty abounds - when that feelin' comes around Why don't it come around some more
I want to thank Baby Jesus Born in a manger long ago 'Cause on His birthday wars stop fighting for awhile And it's the closest thing we have to peace on earth
We all get crazy at Christmas Gather around and sing those yuletide songs Yea!, we all get crazy at Christmas Lord, I wish we could stay crazy all year long
Should Have Never Let You Go Performer(s): Neil Sedaka
When you walk into a room Your beauty steals my breath away When you look into my eyes I find it hard to find the words to say Want to run away and hide I've just got to let you know Feel so tangled up inside I should have never let you go
Anyone can make mistakes And we both have made our share But a life without your love Is a life too hard to bear I don't care who's right or wrong Only know I love you so Why did I have to write this song? I should have never let you go
Why? In all the wide, wide world Have I run into you here Wish I could disappear I'll never understand Why I even give a damn
When you walk into a room You know I stand on shaky ground I've built so many walls around me Now the walls are tumbling down You're the kind I can't forget Let the tears begin to flow I have only one regret I should have never let you go
Should have never let you go Should have never let you go Should have never let you go Should have never let ......you go
Show You The Way To Go Composer(s): Leon Huff; Kenneth Gamble First release by: The Jacksons - 1976 Covered by multiple other artists
Ah let me show you Let me show you the way to go
(No) I don't know everything But there's something I do know (I know, I know) I've read and heard enough an' now We're ready to show that we can come Together an think like one (Come together now) Live together underneath the sun Please, please let me show you Let me show you, let me show you the way to go (Follow me, follow me)
Just put your trust in me I'll try not to let you down (Let you down, let you down) (A) Good job is hard to do But only we can't let us down Cause we can help each other to overcome We can do it, we can do it Now trust everybody an' get the job done Please, please, please just let me show you Let me show you, let me show you the way to go (Please follow me)
Cause we can help each other to overcome We can do it, we can do it now Live together underneath the sun Please, please, please just let me show you Let me show you, let me show you the way to go (Please follow me)
Uh, let me show you I'll never let you down Never let you down I'll never let you down Put your hand in mine We can do it, we can do it We can work it out, a-work it out Work it, work it, work it out
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, ummmmm If you don't stop uh Let me show you, let me show you, let me show you yeah Let me, let me, let me, let me, let me, let me show you
This Is That Time Of The Year Composer(s): Jack Jones Performer(s): The Bee Gees
This is that time of the year A tinselly, glittery time Long distance calls to uncle and aunt On ev'ry corner you bump into Santa 'Cause this is that time of the year A holly and jolly old time Windows are dressed in ribbons of silk And Junior drinks all of his milk! Poppa keeps buying presents And sneaks them into the closet Momma goes to the bank But she holds out a dollar from ev'ry deposit
'Cause this is that time of the year A silver bow, mistletoe time Spirits are high, good will and good cheer We're putting the tree up The kids shouldn't be up Saint Nick says, "Giddy-up!" To Dasher, Dancer, Blitzen, Prancer This is that time of the year!
This is that time of the year A tinselly, glittery time Dumpling and goose and pudding and pie Perfect excuse to go right off your diet! 'Cause this is that time of the year A holly and jolly old time Snow on your roof, your face and your shoes And presents that you'll never use! Grandma feels twenty-two so She dons her gayest apparel Grandpa is full of good cheer He stands at the spinet and sings ev'ry carol
'Cause this is that time of the year A silver bow, mistletoe time Spirits are high, good will and good cheer We're putting the tree up The kids shouldn't be up Saint Nick says, "Giddy-up!" To Dasher, Dancer, Blitzen, Prancer This is that time of the year!
