Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Snowball Composer(s): Johnny Mercer; Hoagy Carmichael Performer(s): The Monseigneur Band and multiple other artists
Snowball my honey, dont you melt away cos daddy likes those dark brown eyes Snowball my honey, smile at me each day cos daddy likes those dark brown eyes
Youre my only sweetheart, little chocolate bar Ill eat you up some day Your two hands and feet are just as black as tar But dont you cry; why, say
The good Lord said use an apple dumplin To make your head, you know its really somethin Snowball my honey, dont you melt away cos daddy likes those dark brown eyes
Poor Me Composer(s): Dave Bartholomew; Antoine Domino Performer(s): Fats Domino
Woke up this mornin' Feelin' low Where my loved one used to live She ain't there no more Poor me Why's that bad luck fall on me Poor me I'm livin' in misery
What I'm gonna do Is hard to tell I'm not gonna kill myself Though I might as well Poor me Why's that bad luck fall on me Poor me I'm livin' in misery
All I do All day long Fall down on my knees and pray She'll come back home Poor me Why's that bad luck fall on me Poor me I'm livin' in misery
All I do All day long Fall down on my knees and pray She'll come back home Poor me Why's that bad luck fall on me Poor me I'm livin' in misery
Dai-Li-Dou
Composer(s): Victor Maméde - Carlos Quintas
First performance by: Gemini - 1978
Dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li dou... Papagaio voa Dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li dou... Papagaio voa Dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li dou... Papagaio voa Dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li dou...
Preso por um fio que se desenrola Tenho um papagaio de papel e cola Quando o lanço ao ar parece que tem mola Sempre a pedir para subir
Voa papagaio, esquece a minha idade Puxa pelo fio da minha vontade Faz por encontrar os rumos da verdade Que eu farei por te seguir
Dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li dou... Papagaio voa Dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li dou... Papagaio voa Dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li dou... Papagaio voa Dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li dou...
Tudo o que avistares, conta, meu amigo Que eu na terra sonho estar aí contigo Mesmo que me sinta no meio do perigo Vou resistir só por te ouvir
E em cada manhã serei uma criança A brincar nos campos, voando na esperança De colher a estrela que ninguém alcança Mas eu hei-de conseguir
Mas eu hei-de conseguir, dai li dou...
Dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li dou... Papagaio voa Dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li dou... Papagaio voa Dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li dou... Papagaio voa Dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li dou...
Poor Me Composer(s): Les Vandyke Performer(s): Adam Faith
(Ah-ah-ah-ah) (Ah-ah-ah-ah)
Poor me, wah-a-ha-a-ho Poor me, wah-a-ha-a-ho Sorrows leaping around my head It's been heard and it's been said that You tried to date another guy Didn't hide, didn't even try Cheatin' me with lies again Makin' me remember when
I used to hold you, baby So tight, each night, that's right I kinda hoped that maybe you might Fall for me
Why, oh why, do voices say to me Sit and cry, that this was meant to be Loves unkind and loves untrue Oh, why did love pick out you Poor me, for me Ah-hoo, for me Poor me
I used to hold you, baby So tight, each night, that's right I kinda hoped that maybe you might Fall for me
Why, oh why, do voices say to me Sit and cry, that this was meant to be Loves unkind and loves untrue Oh, why did love pick out you For me, for me Ah-hoo, for me Poor me
Snow Is Falling Composer(s): Chris de Burgh Performer(s): Chris de Burgh
Snow is falling, snow is falling on the ground In the forest, in the forest there's no sound A shallow grave is where we lie The boys and men who died And snow is falling on the ground And we are calling to be found
And the seasons, and the seasons come and go In the Springtime, birds will sing and flowers grow At Summer's end, the Autumn breeze Will whisper through the trees And leaves are falling on the ground And we are calling to be found
And in our homes, so many tears They don't know where we have gone And snow is falling on the ground And we are calling to be found We are calling to be found......
Poor Little Me, I'm On K.P. Composer(s): Irving Berlin Performer(s): George Tobias
There's dirty work to be done in the army And it's not much fun It's the kind of work that's done Without the aid of a gun The boys who work with the cooks in the kitchen Holler out for peace For they have to do the dirty work And they're called the Kitchen Police
[Refrain:] Poor little me I'm a K.P. I scrub the mess hall Upon bended knee Against my wishes I wash the dishes To make this wide world safe for Democracy
Anna Rakkaudelle Tilaisuus First performance by: Seija Simola - 1978
Silmin viattomin katsot vielä pikkumies On niin epävarma askel pienten jalkain Mutta aika kuluu mieheks vartut pikkumies Leikit vaihtuu työhön aikuisten
Silloin toivon suurta rakkautta sydämmeesi sun Siten helpompi on tiesi taivaltaa Kovaa maailmaa niin vaikea on joskus ymmärtää Muista se, niin koittaa aika uus
Kovaa maailmaa niin vaikea on joskus ymmärtää Muista se, niin koittaa aika uus
Käsi pienoinen on vielä hetken kädessäin Hymy aurinkoisin äidin hymyyn vastaa Aikaa pysähtymään silloin niin mä toivoisin Pian huomaan susta kasvanut on mies
Usein matkallasi aikuisten niin kovaan maailmaan Moni aate, ihon väri vaatii kantaa ottamaan Mutta tärkeintä on rakkaudelle antaa tilaisuus Muista se, niin koittaa aika uus
Usein matkallasi aikuisten niin kovaan maailmaan Moni aate, ihon väri vaatii kantaa ottamaan Mutta tärkeintä on rakkaudelle antaa tilaisuus Muista se, niin koittaa aika uus
Mutta tärkeintä on rakkaudelle antaa tilaisuus Muista se, niin koittaa aika uus
Snow Flake Composer(s): Ned Miller Performer(s): Jim Reeves
Hey-hey-hey, snow flake, my pretty little snowflake Hoo-hoo-hoo the change in the weather has made it better for me Hey-hey-hey, snow flake, my pretty little snowflake You've got me warm as a fire with the burning desire for you
Snow was falling when love came calling on this lonely heart of mine You were standing there with snow flakes in your hair You kept stalling while my thoughts were calling on every way I knew For one excuse to get acquainted with you Then I said
Snow flake, my pretty little snowflake Hoo-hoo-hoo the change in the weather has made it better for me Hey-hey-hey, snow flake, my pretty little snowflake You've got me warm as a fire with the burning desire for you
The ice was breaking and love was waking in a winter wonderland When I felt you slip your fingers in my hand Now snow is gleaming and I'm not dreaming I know this is for real The love I have is too much to conceal
Hey-hey-hey, snow flake, my pretty little snowflake Hoo-hoo-hoo the change in the weather has made it better for me Hey-hey-hey, snow flake, my pretty little snowflake You've got me warm as a fire with the burning desire for you
Poor Jerusalem Spanish Title: Pobre Jerusalén Composer(s): Andrew Lloyd Webber; Tim Rice Performer(s): Amy Ray
Jesus: Neither you Simon, nor the fifty thousand Nor the Romans, nor the Jews Nor Judas, nor the twelve, nor the Priests, nor the scribes Nor doomed Jerusalem itself Understand what power is Understand what glory is Understand at all... understand at all If you knew all that I knew, my poor Jerusalem You'd see the truth, but you close your eyes But you close your eyes While you live your troubles are many, poor Jerusalem To conquer death you only have to die You only have to die
Poor Jenny Composer(s): Boudleaux Bryant; Felice Bryant Performer(s): The Everly Brothers; and various other artists
I took my little Jenny to a party last night At ten o'clock it ended in a heck of a fight When someone hit my Jenny she went out like a light Poor Jenny
And then some joker went and called the cops on the phone So everybody scattered out for places unknown I couldn't carry Jenny so I left her alone Poor Jenny
Well Jenny had her picture in the paper this morning She made it with a bang According to the story in the paper this morning Jenny is the leader of a teenage gang
Jenny has a brother and he's hot on my trail Her daddy wants to ride me out of town on a rail I hope I'll be around when Jenny gets out of jail Poor Jenny
I went downtown to see her, she was locked in a cell She wasn't very glad to see me, that I could tell In fact, to tell the truth, she wasn't looking too well Poor Jenny
Her eye was black, her face was red, her hair was a fright She looked as though she'd been crying half of the night I told her I was sorry, she said "Get out of sight" Poor Jenny
It seems a shame that Jenny had to go get apprehended, a heck of a fate This party was the first one she ever had attended It had to happen on our very first date
Jenny has a brother and he's hot on my trail Her daddy wants to ride me out of town on a rail I hope I'll be around when Jenny gets out of jail Poor Jenny
Snow Deer Composer(s): Percy Wenrich; Jack Mahoney Performer(s): Woody Guthrie and multiple other artists
Sweet Snow Deer mine, moon's a-shine through the pines While Mohawks sleep, let us creep through the vale Your cowboy lover, your heart will cover Don't hesitate, it is late, ponies wait For you and me by the trees in the dale Hear tom-toms beating, let's hit the trail
My pretty Snow Deer, say you will go, dear From your side I'll never part Every trail leads to your heart It's time to marry, no time to tarry Let me carry you away from here My sweet Snow Deer
The red men come, bullets hum, there'll be some Left on the trail, I can't fail, cling to me We'll crown the story with love and glory Now after all must I fall, hear my call And fly away while we may, can't you see Those ranch lights gleaming, safe there we'll be
Poor Fool Composer(s): Ike Turner Performer(s): Ike & Tina Turner
I want to tell all of you that ain't doin' nothin' for me and can't do nothing for me You should tend to your business and leave mine alone Because as far as this man is concerned I wanna tell ya he's mine
(you've been a fool too long) now let me tell ya he's mine (wake up and he's gone) yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh (we know how you feel) yeh eh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh he's mine (but is it love for real) I'm not ashamed (poor fool) cause he's my man (says who?) and he's mine (you've been a fool too long)
Now listen, this man is mine he's my every thought I'd give him prussia if it could be bought I'm not ashamed of nothing I do I'd guide a missile if he told me to 'cause he's mine (poor fool) I know he's mine (says who?) The man is mine (you been a fool too long)
And listen, if I make my bed hard that's where I'm gonna sleep you people talking means nothing to me I work my fingers right down to the bone doin' the things to please him right or wrong 'cause he's mine (poor fool) I know he's mine (says who?) the man is mine (you been a fool too long)
ohh he's a mine (you've been a fool too long) and let me tell ya he's mine (wake up and he's gone) yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh (we know how you feel) yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh he mine (but is it love for real?) I'm not ashamed (poor fool) 'cause he's my man (says who?) and he's mine (you've been a fool too long)
And listen, I'm with my man in every way Don't keep him hoppin' each and every day I'll never hurt him or make him frown I'm with my man if he's up or down 'cause he's mine (poor fool) I know he's mine (says who?) the man is mine (you've been a fool too long)
And ohhhhhhhh he's a mine (you've been a fool too long) Now let me tell you he's mine (wake up and he's gone) yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh (we know how you feel) yeh yeh yeh yeh he's mine
Snövit Och De Sju Dvärgarna Composer(s): Agnetha Fältskog; Dieter Zimmermann Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog
Spegel, spegel på väggen där Säg mig vem som skönast i landet är
Det fanns en gång för länge sen En flicka så skön som en vårbris Och hon hette Snövit Hon levede i ett gammalt slott Med sin styvmor som inte var snäll Snövit var för vacker Hon hade hår så mörkt som kol Och hennes hud var vit Det fanns ej nån som var så skön som hon
För Snövit var vackrast i hela sitt land Men styvmodern var svartsjuk och hon bad en man Att döda sin dotter, men Snövit försvann Och flydde sen till sju små dvärgars hus Toker, Butter, Kloker, Blyger, Trötter, Glader, tjooo Prosit
Hon städade, hon diskade När dvärgarna jobbade hårt I en liten gruva Och Snövit hon var lycklig nu Tillsammans med dvärgarna sju Snövit hon var vacker Men styvmodern som klädde ut sig Hon kom på besök Och Snövit smakade på hennes frukt
För Snövit var blåögd och tänkte ej på Att någon vill göra illa henne så Hon åt utav äpplet som gumman då gav Och strax därefter låg vår Snövit död
När dvärgarna kom hem den dagen Fann de att Snövit var död, De grät av saknad många dar Och satt bredvid kistan där hon låg Men ridandes det kom en prins Upp på en häst så vit Han Snövit tog uti sin famn Och kysste henne ömt Snövit, Snövit, Snövit, Snövit, Snövit, Snövit!
Och Snövit hon vaknade upp ur sin sömn Och solen sken på himlen, alla dvärgar sjöng För prinsen, prinsessan och sagan som blev sann Uti ett lyckligt fjärran land
Poor Elijah - Tribute To Johnson (Medley) Composer(s): Delaney Bramlett; J. Ford; Leon Russell Performer(s): Delaney & Bonnie & Friends
Poor Elijah, living on the bayou way Poor Elijah, he had to take over raising fourteen kids When his daddy got caught stealing chickens from a neighbor one day Work on Elijah, work on
Poor Elijah, born the son of a slave Poor Elijah, he was damn near blind when he died last week From working in the sun for the man like a dog all day Work on Elijah, work on
Poor Elijah Poor Elijah Poor Elijah Poor Elijah
Tribute
I'm going to sing you a song, listen to me I said it's all about a man Nobody, I said nobody hardly knows him Say it with me: nobody hardly knows him Say it one more time: nobody hardly knows him
Good morning Robert Johnson son You built your life before your song was sung People agree and now you're number one So sad to think we had to wait so long
It keeps on getting better every day And maybe someday soon, people will say Ain't nobody here but good people Ain't nobody here but good people Ain't nobody here but good people
No, nobody here No, nobody here No, nobody here No, nobody here
Just drinking your wine and then loving in slow motion
Born To Sing Composer(s): Colm C.T. Wilkinson First performance by: Colm C.T. Wilkinson - 1978
I said: "It would never work" You said: "Let us try" I said: "I'm a travelling man who will only make you cry" And when the feeling hit me and I had to move along You said: "You were right, I guess, you must sing your song"
And a man is born to do one thing and I was born to sing And I must take the good times and the bad times that it brings And I missed you in the morning, but most of all at night And I couldn't stop the music, though I tried with all my might
I lie in bed and watch the shadows moving on the wall And the loneliness is killing me, so I turn the radio on And I need you now, I want you, in the slow morning light And the music makes it easier, but it doesn't make it right
And a man is born to do one thing and I was born to sing And I must take the good times and the bad times that it brings And I missed you in the morning but most of all at night And I couldn't stop the music, though I tried with all my might
Some day, I hope, you will understand why I live this way Songs keep moving in my head, this music I must play So I pack my bags and once again I get out on the road Another day, maybe tonight, I might catch my soul
And a man is born to do one thing and I was born to sing And I must take the good times and the bad times that it brings And I missed you in the morning, oh, but most of all at night And I couldn't stop the music, though I tried with all my might
And a man is born to do one thing and I was born to sing And I must take the good times and the bad times that it brings And I missed you in the morning, oh, but most of all at night And I couldn't stop the music (Couldn't stop the music) No, I couldn't stop the music Because I... Hey, I was born... Born to sing Born to sing Born to sing Born to sing
Poor Butterfly Composer(s): Hubble; Golden Performer(s): Sarah Vaughan
Theres a story told of a little Japanese Sitting demurely neath the cherry blossom trees Miss Butterflys her name A sweet little innocent child was she Till a fine young American from the sea To her garden came They met beneath the cherry blossoms every day And he taught her how to love the American way To love with a soul twas easy to learn Then he sailed away with a promise to return
Poor Butterfly neath the blossoms waiting Poor Butterfly, for she loved him so The moments pass into hours The hours pass into years And as she smiles through her tears She murmurs low The moon and I Know that hell be faithful Im sure hell come to me by and by But if he wont come back Then Ill never sigh or cry I just must die Poor Butterfly
Snortin' Whiskey Composer(s): Pat Thrall; Pat Travers First release by: The Pat Travers Band - 1980 Covered by multiple other artists
Snortin' whiskey and drinkin' cocaine We're snortin' whiskey and drinkin' cocaine I got this feelin' I'm gonna drive that gurl insane
You're like a bad river baby you're all over town You're like a bad river baby you're all over town
All over town I may be confused, but you know I sure ain't down
I'm a fast movin' baby I can show you around I got so much cocaine ain't never comin' down Snortin' whiskey and drinkin' cocaine I got this feelin' I'm gonna drive that gurl insane Insanity
