Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Spin, Spin, Spin Composer(s): Jim Croce - Ingrid Croce Performer(s): Jim Croce
Spin, spin, spin Spin around, spin around
The harlequin dances in a costume of green Spin around But under his makeup his age can't be seen Spin around But where are you spinnin' When will you know That life is for livin' That it isn't a show?
Spin, spin, spin Spin around, spin around
You look out on the city from your penthouse so high Spin around But your pedestal's your prison and so is your high Spin around But where are you spinnin' When will you know That life is for livin' That it isn't a show?
Spin, spin, spin Spin around, spin around
Your pills are you conscience They make ev'rything seem all right Spin around Take a white one go to sleep Take a red one to stay up all night To spin around But where are you spinnin' When will you know That life is for livin' That it isn't a show? Spin, spin, spin Spin around, spin around Spin, spin, spin Spin away, spin away Spin, spin, spin Spin around, spin around
Hello Summertime Composer(s): William Backer; Roger Cook; Raquel Davis; Roger Greenaway Performer(s): Bobby Goldsboro
Birds and bees and all the flowers and trees, fishes on the line Girls and guys and yellow butterflies singing hello summertime A homemade boat and a river to float nothing on our mind Summer moon above two people in love singing hello summertime
Summertime laying back in the sun, yes summertime having summertime fun It's a time for two just me and you and the summertime Swing from a limb drop in for a swim, hey the water sure looks fine Ain't nothing wrong just floating along singing hello summertime
Summertime grins, lots of good friends we're all feeling fine Watch the sun go down, hear the summer sounds singing hello summertime Summertime laying back in the sun, yes summertime having summertime fun It's a time for two just me and you and the summertime
He Ain't Got Rhythm Composer(s): Irving Berlin Performer(s): Alice Faye
I know a professor of great renown And he is the loneliest man in town He's as smart as a man can be But he never has company Why is he the loneliest man in town?
He ain't got rhythm Ev'ry night he sits in the house alone 'Cause he ain't got rhythm Ev'ry night he sits there and wears a frown He attracted some attention when he found the fourth dimension But he ain't got rhythm, so no one's with 'im The loneliest man in town
A lonely man is he bending over his books Hhis wife and family keep giving him dirty looks 'Cause he ain't got rhythm When they call him up, it's to call him down With a daring aviator he encircled the equator But he ain't got rhythm, as no one's with 'im The loneliest man in town
He ain't got rhythm Ev'ry night he sits in the house alone 'Cause he ain't got rhythm Ev'ry night he sits there and wears a frown With a problem scientific, he's colossal and terrific But he ain't got rhythm, so no one's with 'im The loneliest man in town
A lonely man is he bending over his books His wife and family keep giving him dirty looks 'Cause he ain't got rhythm When they call him up, it's to call him down In the month of January he compiled a dictionary But he ain't got rhythm, as no one's with 'im The loneliest man in town
Hello Stranger Composer(s): Barbara Lewis Performer(s): Barbara Lewis
(shoo-bop, shoo-bop, my baby) (shoo-bop, shoo-bop)
Hello, stranger (ooh) It seems so good to see you back again How long has it been? (ooh, seems like a mighty long time) (shoo-bop, shoo-bop, my baby, ooh) It seems like a mighty long time
Oh-uh-oh, I my, my, my, m I'm so glad You stopped by to say "hello" to me Remember that's the way it used to be Ooh, it seems like a mighty long time (shoo-bop, shoo-bop, my baby, ooh) It seems like a mighty long time
Lewis sings a series of "oh-uh-oh's"on both sides of "I'm so glad you're here again" while backups do 7 (shoo-bop, shoo-bop, my baby)'s
Oh-ahh-uh-oh If you're not gonna stay (ooh) Please don't treat me like you did before Because I still love you so a-a-although It seems like a mighty long time Shoo-bop, shoo-bop, my baby, ooh It seems like a mighty long time
Lewis does " Oh-uh-oh, I my, my, my, my" and "I'm so happy that you're here again" and backups repeat (shoo-bop, shoo-bop, my baby)
He Composer(s): Richard Mullen; Jack Richards Performer(s): The McGuire Sisters; and various other artists
He can turn the tides and calm the angry sea He alone decides who writes a symphony He lights ev'ry star that makes the darkness bright He keeps watch all through each long and lonely night
He still finds the time to hear a child's first prayer Saint or sinner calls and always finds him there Though it makes him sad to see the way we live He'll always say "I forgive"
He can touch a tree and turn the leaves to gold He knows every lie that you and I have told Though it makes him sad to see the way we live He'll always say "I forgive"
Hello Petite Fille English Title: Hello Little Girl Composer(s): John Lennon; Paul McCartney; Claude Carrère; Hubert Ithier Performer(s): Sheila; Claudette Vandal; Jacqueline Guy
Un matin je m'en allais simplement Ah, ah, hello petite fille Dans mon cur on entendait le printemps Ah, ah, hello petite fille Je rêvais lorsqu'une voix m'appela Ah, ah, hello petite fille Voulez-vous vous promener avec moi? Ah, ah, hello petite fille
Mais moi, moi qui ne savais pas Qui ne comprenais pas Ce qui se passait là, oh la la
Jai osé le regarder malgré moi Ah, ah, hello petite fille
Jai osé le regarder malgré moi Ah, ah, hello petite fille Et jai vu un beau garçon devant moi Ah, ah, hello petite fille Il ma dit, je dis toujours ces mots-là Ah, ah, hello petite fille Cest curieux ça prend, crois-moi chaque fois Ah, ah, hello petite fille
Mais moi, moi je pensais déjà Parle toujours, tu verras Car bientôt tu diras, oh la la
Tu diras rien que pour moi ces mots-là Ah, ah, hello petite fille
Hello petite fille oui, oui, oui Hello petite fille oui, oui, oui Oui, oui, oui, oui, oui, oui, oui, oui Hello petite fille oui, oui, oui Hello oui, oui, oui, oui, oui, oui...
( ...Suena "Start me up", de los Rolling Stones.. Señora Humberta, no sabe lo que pasa! Que pasa, señora Batata? Pasa que el flacucho de pelo largo y sucio del septimo piso hace un ruido insoportable y me tiene harta, harta, harta... Ay! ese homosexual, drogodependiente, hace cinco años que me tiene repodrida Ayer salieron 10 muchachos (eran once, eran once) y antes de ayer 20 muchachas drogadas (y lesbianas) (dulce de leche)Escuche la musica, escuche la musica... Dulce de leche! Mami, mami, me compre las bombachas de la Barbie y los anteojos de Batman y el disco.. sabes de quien? mira De quien? De Fito Paez! Pero Constanza, todas porquerias! Ay mama, sos borracha, borracha, chancha pedorra (cachetada) Queres callarte? Ay!... Anda, la reputa que te pario, escucha el disco)
Fito tiene sida, toma anfetaminas y no hace otra cosa que caerse borracho por ahi, por ahi todas mis vecinas me hablan de lo mismo y yo les digo hazte fama y echate a dormir Duerme con pastillas, fuma marihuana y no hace otra cosa que volverse loco por ahi, por ahi todos mis amigos me hablan de los mismo y yo les digo hazte fama y echate a dormir Todo el mundo sabe que ya no hay mas que hacer con su vida Todo el mundo sabe que ya no sabe mas que hacer Cuando este mundo se agita todos empiezan a joder
Llega de mañana, no duerme en su cama Y tira todas las botellas por el, no ves Le pega a su chica, mea en los mercados Pero hizo un par de discos que siempre detesta ver
Dicen que lo vieron no hace mucho tiempo recolectando jeringas en el parque japonés, japonés Y de vez en cuando, caza la guitarra y se la va rocanroleando hasta el amanecer
Todo el mundo sabe que ya no hay mas que hacer con su vida Todo el mundo sabe que ya no sabe mas que hacer Cuando este mundo se agita todos empiezan a joder
Fito tiene sida, toma anfetaminas y no hace otra cosa que caerse borracho por ahi, por ahi todas mis vecinas me hablan de lo mismo y yo les digo hazte fama y echate a dormir y yo les digo (yo les digo) hazte fama y echate a dormir y yo les digo (yo les digo) hazte fama y echate a dormir y yo les digo (yo les digo) hazte fama y echate a dormir (uouuh yeey uohuu)
Hazme El Milagro Composer(s): Leopoldo Zaragoza García Performer(s): Javier Solís
Esto no es vida ya mi amor se me fue es un martirio en mi soledad Siento que la vida se me está acabando me estoy muriendo poco a poco de dolor
Diosito santo no me dejes morir hazme el milagro que te voy a pedir Dame licencia de volver a mirarla de estrecharla en mis brazos de besar su frente por última vez
Diosito santo no me dejes morir hazme el milagro que te voy a pedir Dame licencia de volver a mirarla de estrecharla en mis brazos de besar su frente por última vez
Sister Composer(s): Marc Paelinck - Dirk Paelinck First performance by: Sergio & the Ladies - 2002
(Sister, sister, sister, sister)
Once upon a time, I was looking for a girl like you Like a thunder in the night, felt a fire burning so brand new She was scared and so much younger And she never learnt of what to do That's why I'm telling you
Sister come and move your body Sister so come on and make my day 'Cause I'm in love, and I can make you feel this way That's what I wanna say
Oh yeah, that's what I wanna say, honey Come on
When a boy becomes a man, guess you better know the chance you take Don't you play your game so fast 'cause a broken heart's the price to pay So let me try and make it better 'Cause there's so much more that we can do That's why I'm telling you
Sister come and move your body Sister so come on and make my day 'Cause I'm in love, and I can make you feel this way Oh baby
Sister get it right the first time Sister don't you wait another day 'Cause I'm in love, and I can make you feel this way That's what I wanna say
(Sister) Let's make it better (Make my day) I just can't wait (Sister) It's now or never (Make my day) Don't you walk away (Sister) Let's stick together (Make my day) Night and day Baby, won't you show me the way?
(Sister) Oh yeah (Come and move your body) Oh... (Sister) So come on and make my day 'Cause you're in love, and I can make you feel this way (Hey, hey) Come on, everybody
Sister get it right the first time Sister don't you wait another day I'm in love, and I can make you feel this way
Hazme El Amor Composer(s): Miguel Gallardo; C. Mole Performer(s): Miguel Gallardo; and various other artists
Ves en mis ojos, una extraña expresión un vacío infinito, y un profundo temor Entre dos lunas, veo mi mente girar una luna es la vida, otra luna la paz Ilusiones, nada más mariposas de cristal que me llevan lejos de ti ... Pero, Hazme el amor, acaríciame ayuda a un corazón, a un pobre corazón... A volver Pacto de sangre, teorema de amor poesía en tu vientre, siempre fuimos los dos Ilusiones, nada más mariposas de cristal que me llevan lejos de ti ... Pero, Hazme el amor, aprisióname despierta mi emoción, libera tu pasión... Otra vez Hazme el amor, acaríciame ayuda a un corazón, a un pobre corazón... A volver Hazme el amor, aprisióname despierta mi emoción, libera tu pasión... Otra vez Hazme el amor, acaríciame ayuda a un corazón, a un pobre corazón... A volver Hazme el amor, aprisióname despierta mi emoción, libera tu pasión... Otra vez
Spill The Wine Composer(s): Thomas Allen - Howard Scott - Harold Brown - Morris Dewayne Dickerson
Lee Oskar Levitin - Charles Miller - Leroy L. Jordan First release by: Eric Burdon & War - 1970 Covered by multiple other artists
Spill the wine, dig that girl Spill the wine, dig that girl
I was once out strolling, one very hot summer's day when I thought I'd lay myself down to rest (Excuse me) in a big field with tall grass I laid there in the sun, felt it caress my face as I fell asleep and dreamed I dreamed I was in a Hollywood movie (Places, everyone), and that I was the star (Three minutes, Mr. Polo) This really blew my mind the fact that me, an overfed, long-haired, weeping gnome should be the star of a Hollywood movie There I was I was taken to a place, the Hall of the Mountain King I stood high upon a mountaintop, naked with the world in front of every kind of girl There were strong ones, tall ones, short ones, brown ones, black ones, round ones, big ones, crazy ones Out of the middle came a lady She whispered in my ear, something crazy She said
Spill the wine, dig that girl Spill the wine Spill the wine, dig that girl Dig that girl Spill the wine, dig that girl Spill the wine Spill the wine, dig that girl
I could feel the hot flame of fire roaring in my back as she disappeared But soon, she returned In her hand was a bottle of wine; in the other, a glass She poured some of the wine from the bottle into the glass, and raised it to her lips and just before she drank, she said
Take the wine, take that girl Spill the wine, dig that girl Spill the wine, dig that girl Spill the wine, dig that girl
Hello Muddah, Hello Fadduh! (A Letter From Camp) Composer(s): Allan Sherman Performer(s): Allan Sherman
Hello Muddah, hello Fadduh Here I am at Camp Grenada Camp is very entertaining and they say we'll have some fun if it stops raining
I went hiking with Joe Spivy He developed poison ivy You remember Leonard Skinner He got ptomaine poisoning last night after dinner
All the counselors hate the waiters And the lake has alligators And the head coach wants no sissies So he reads to us from something called Ulysses
Now I don't want this should scare ya But my bunkmate has malaria You remember Jeffrey Hardy They're about to organize a searching party
Take me home, oh muddah fadduh, take me home, I hate Grenada Don't leave me out in the forest where I might get eaten by a bear Take me home, I promise I will not make noise or mess the house with other boys, oh please don't make me stay, I've been here one whole day
Dearest fadduh, darling muddah How's my precious little bruddah? Let me come home if ya miss me I will even let Aunt Bertha hug and kiss me
Wait a minute, it stopped hailing Guys are swimming, guys are sailing Playing baseball, gee that's better Muddah Fadduh please disregard this letter
Hay Un Lugar Composer(s): Agustin Belgrano; Ramos Prada; José Miguel; Vera Gallardo Performer(s): Miguel Gallardo
Hay un lugar, dentro de mi, donde el recuerdo quiere hablar hablar de amor, hablar de ayer, de tantas cosas que callé Hablar de ti, hablar de mi, de tantos sueños por hacer de un ideal de libertad, sombras perdidas que olvidé Quise triunfar, y al verme hoy, veo que en el tiempo se quedó ese lugar, esa mujer, ese ideal y tal vez yo Que ha pasado conmigo, dónde está aquel amigo que luchó, pidiendo libertad Que ha pasado conmigo, poco a poco he perdido la inquietud, y tantas cosas más Si envejecer, quiere decir, que la ilusión se queda atrás quiero volver a ese lugar, donde el recuerdo me quiere hablar Que ha pasado conmigo, dónde está aquel amigo que luchó, pidiendo libertad Que ha pasado conmigo, poco a poco he perdido la inquietud, y tantas cosas más Hay un lugar, dentro de mi Hay un lugar, dentro de mi
Tell Me Who You Are Composer(s): Michael Ronson First performance by: Malene - 2002
Morning light breaking darkness, bringing dawn on again I can feel you are restless, I'm afraid for day to begin You are here, still around me, but your mind goes runnin' free
Tell me who you are, show me what to do Let me be the one that you hold on to Open up your heart, let me look inside Baby, we'll go wrong if you try to hide So tell me who you are
Not a word, not a whisper, I'm confused, feelin' low In my dreams - sweet surrender, through your arms - like a river I flow You are here, still around me, but your mind goes runnin' free
Tell me who you are, show me what to do Let me be the one that you hold on to Open up your heart, let me look inside Baby, we'll go wrong if you try to hide So tell me who you... tell me who you are
You are here, still around me, but your mind goes runnin' free Oh...
(Tell me who you are, show me what to do) Tell me who you are (Let me be the one that you hold on to) Let me be the one you hold on to (Open up your heart, let me look inside) Open up your heart and let me look inside (Baby, we'll go wrong if you try to hide) Baby, we'll go wrong if you hide
Tell me who you are, show me what to do Let me be the one that you hold on to Open up your heart, let me look inside Baby, we'll go wrong if you try to hide So tell me who you are
Hello Mary Lou French Title: Bye Bye Mon Amour
Composer(s): Gene Pitney Performer(s): Rick Nelson
You passed me by one sunny day Flashed those big brown eyes my way And oo I wanted you forever more Now I'm not one that gets around I swear my feet stuck to the ground And though I never did meet you before
Chorus: I said "Hello Mary Lou Goodbye heart Sweet Mary Lou I'm so in love with you I knew Mary Lou We'd never part So Hello Mary Lou Goodbye heart"
I saw your lips I heard your voice believe me I just had no choice Wild horses couldn't make me stay away I thought about a moonlit night My arms about good an' tight That's all I had to see for me to say
Spiegelbeeld (Adapted from: Tender Years - 1961) (French Version: Tes Tendres Années - 1963) Composer(s): Darrell Edwards - Gerrit den Braber Performer(s): Willeke Alberti - 1963
Spiegelbeeld vertel eens even Ben ik heus zo oud als jij Is het waar, ben ik twintig Is m'n tienertijd voorbij 'k Ben wel jong maar ik ben toch niet zo jong meer als ik was 'k Ging zo graag nog een keertje Terug naar de klas (naar de kla-ha-has)
Spiegelbeeld 'k kan je haten Want je geeft geen dag terug Waarom gaan toch die jaren Als je jong bent zo vlug 'k Ben wel jong maar er is toch al zoveel herinnering Spiegelbeeld uit al die jaren Vergeet ik geen ding (geen di-hi-hing)
Spiegelbeeld m'n eerste vriendje Was een joch zo oud als ik 'k Kreeg van hem m'n eerste zoentje 't Was een heerlijk ogenblik 'k Ben wel jong maar dat zou ik nog zo graag eens overdoen Quick quick slow, de eerste dansles Wat was ik nog groen 'k Heb alleen nog wat foto's en die zeggen 't me weer 't Is voorbij, m'n eerste baljurk Die draag ik niet mee-he-heer (niet mee-he-heer)