Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Hoop-Dee-Doo Composer(s): Frank Loesser; Milton DeLugg Performer(s): Perry Como; and various other artists
Hoop-dee-doo, hoop-dee-doo I hear a polka and my troubles are through Hoop-dee-doo, hoop-dee-dee This kind of music is like heaven to me Hoop-dee-doo, hoop-dee-doo Has got me higher than a kite Hand me down my soup and fish I am gonna get my wish Hoop-dee-doin' it tonight
When there's a trombone playin' I get a thrill, I always will When there's a concertina stretched about a mile I always smile 'cause that's my style When there's a fiddle in the middle Oh, it really is a riddle how he plays a tune so sweet Plays a tune so sweet that I could die Lead me to the floor and hear me yell for more 'Cause I'm a hoop-dee-doin' kind of guy
(Hoop-dee-doo), hoop-dee-doo (Hoop-dee-doo), hoop-de-doo (I hear a polka and my troubles are through) Ha, ha, ha (Hoop-dee-doo), hoop-dee-doo (Hoop-dee-dee) hoop-de-dee (This kind of music is like heaven to me)
Oh, hoop-dee-doo (hoop-hee-doo) Hoop-dee-doo (hoop-Dee-Doo) Has got me higher than a kite Hand me down my soup and fish I am gonna get my wish Hoop-dee-doin' it tonight
(When there's a trombone playin') Ah, ha, ha, ha (He gets a thrill) I get a thrill, I always will (He always will) (When there's a concertina stretched about a mile I always smile (You'll see him smile) 'Cause that's my style (Oh, that's his style) When there's a fiddle in the middle Oh, it really is a riddle how he plays a tune so sweet (Plays a tune so sweet that we could die) Ah, yes lead me to the floor and hear me yell for more 'Cause I'm a hoop-dee-doin' kind of guy
Ooooh, hoop-dee-doo, hoop-dee-doo It's got us higher than a kite They're in clover, we're in bloom When we're dancin' give us room Hoop-de-doin' it with all of our might Rain may fall and snow may come Nothin's gonna stop us from Hoop-dee-doin' it Hoop-dee-doin' it Hoop-dee-doin' it tonight
Honeymoon Blues Composer(s): Robert Johnson Performer(s): Robert Johnson; and various other artists
Betty Mae, Betty Mae, you shall be my wife someday Betty Mae, Betty Mae, you shall be my wife someday I wants a little sweet girl, that will do anything,
That I say Betty Mae, you is my heartstring, you is my destiny Betty Mae, you is my heartstring, you is my destiny And you rolls across my mind, baby, each and every day
Li'l girl, li'l girl, my life seem so misery Hmm hmm hmm, little girl, my life seem so misery Baby, I guess it must be love, now, hoom mmm, lord that's takin' effect on me
Some day I will return, with the marriage license in my hand Some day I will return, hoohoo, with the marriage license in my hand I'm 'on' take you for a honeymoon, in some long, long distant land
Mai avrei pensato a te Come mia complice Capace di capire ogni mia gioia o pianto La pace di un momento E' tutto cio' che siamo E' tutto cio' che sento?
E vedo te Come l'immenso Come una lacrima Su un foglio bianco Tra sesso e musica Ho immaginato te Che sei molto di piu' Qualcosa che non c'e'?
E sentirti parte di me E' come avere un angelo qui A sostenere ogni mio passo incerto E piove come sempre Quando ci ritroviamo Sospesi nel silenzio? (di un bacio)
E vedo te Come l'immenso Come una lacrima Su un foglio bianco Tra sesso e musica Ho immaginato te Che sei molto di piu' Qualcosa che non c'e'?
Come l'immenso Come una lacrima Su un foglio bianco Tra sesso e musica Ho immaginato te Che sei molto di piu' Qualcosa che non c'e'?
E vedo te Come l'immenso Come una lacrima Su un foglio bianco Tra sesso e musica Ho immaginato te Che sei molto di piu' Qualcosa che non c'e'?
Honeycomb Composer(s): Merrill Performer(s): Jimmie Rodgers; and various other artists
Well it's a darn good life And it's kinda funny How the Lord made the bee And the bee made the honey And the honeybee lookin' for a home And they called it honeycomb And they roamed the world and they gathered all Of the honeycomb into one sweet ball And the honeycomb from a million trips Made my baby's lips
Oh, Honeycomb, won't you be my baby Well, Honeycomb, be my own Got a hank o' hair and a piece o' bone And made a walkin' talkin' Honeycomb Well, Honeycomb, won't you be my baby Well, Honeycomb, be my own What a darn good life When you got a wife like Honeycomb
And the Lord said now that I made a bee I'm gonna look all around for a green, green tree And He made a little tree and I guess you heard Oh, then well he made a little bird And they waited all around till the end of Spring Gettin' every note that the birdie'd sing And they put 'em all into one sweet tome For my Honeycomb
Oh, Honeycomb, won't you be my baby Well, Honeycomb, be my own Got a hank o' hair and a piece o' bone And made a walkin' talkin' Honeycomb Well, Honeycomb, won't you be my baby Well, Honeycomb, be my own What a darn good life When you got a wife like Honeycomb
And the Lord says now that I made a bird I'm gonna look all round for a little ol' word That sounds about sweet like "turtledove" And I guess I'm gonna call it "love" And He roamed the world lookin' everywhere Gettin' love from here, love from there And He put it all in a little ol' part Of my baby's heart
Oh, Honeycomb, won't you be my baby Well, Honeycomb, be my own Got a hank o' hair and a piece o' bone And made a walkin' talkin' Honeycomb Well, Honeycomb, won't you be my baby Well, Honeycomb, be my own What a darn good life When you got a wife like Honeycomb
Stockholmsserenad Composer(s): Tomas Adolphson - Anders Falk Performer(s): Adolphson & Falk
Det hörs ett vrål ifrån tusen kubik men för Jonny själv är det ljuvlig musik som en frihetssång genom nattens trafik mot en soluppgång
Intill en port väntar Cathrine med sin synt-pop och sin avmätta min men hon tinar upp när Jonnys maskin vrålar ut sin sång att natten är lång
i Stockholm i en Stockholmsserenad I Stockholm i en stockholmsserenad
Och hon tar på sina softade glas för hon vet så väl hur Jonny ska tas Hon kan spela med sin look och sin grace och sin säkerhet
Och dom flyr bort mellan sovande hus över tysta torg, under stjärnornas ljus och dom hör på håll storstadens brusande ljudlöshet och natten är het
i Stockholm ...
Det ryms en evighet innan hanarna gal innan Jonny står i sin datacentral med sin "frihetssång" och Cathrine är tillbaks vid sin portuppgång för natten är lång
Honeybee Composer(s): Melvin Steals; Matthew Ledbetter Performer(s): Gloria Gaynor; and various other artists
Honey Honey Honey Honey Honey Honey
You're my honeybee (You're my honeybee, baby) Come on and sting me (Your love is sweet as can be) You're my honeybee (You're my honeybee, baby) Come on and sting me (Your love is sweet as can be)
You're always so busy Workin' on love's honeycomb Chalk full of sugar down your sweet mouth Every time you kiss me, boy, really turns me on
You're always buzzin', buzzin', buzzin' Love is in the air There's nothin' like your lovin' Boy, it's beyond compare, yeah
You're my honeybee (You're my honeybee, baby) Come on and sting me (Your love is sweet as can be) You're my honeybee, yeah (You're my honeybee, baby) Come on and sting me (Your love is sweet as can be)
There's so much love power In everything you bring to me Whenever I'm snuggled in your arms The love you bring makes my heart sing
You know love is where you are There's where I want to be When its cold outside You're honey love's so good to me
You're my honeybee, oh, yeah (You're my honeybee, baby) Come on and sting me, oh (Your love is sweet as can be) You're my honeybee (You're my honeybee, baby) Come on and sting me, ah (Your love is sweet as can be), ow
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You're my honeybee (You're my honeybee, baby) Come on and sting me, yeah (Your love is sweet as can be) You're my honeybee (You're my honeybee, baby) Sweet love, oh (Your love is sweet as can be)
Honey, honey, honey (You're my honeybee, baby) Honeybee (Your love is sweet as can be) Sweet love (You're my honeybee, baby) Sweet love, give it to me (Your love is sweet as can be)
Got to have it, need your love, ah, yeah (You're my honeybee, baby) Sweet honeybee, yeah (Your love is sweet as can be) Sweet (You're my honeybee, baby) love, ah (Your love is sweet as can be)
Your Heart Belongs To Me Composer(s): Hind - Bas van den Heuvel - Tjeerd van Zanen First performance by: Hind - 2008
I remember the time when I was in love with a fool He stepped on my heart, bruised me, broke the golden rule There was a time when I couldn't tell weak from strong A voice in my head kept saying: this can't go on Even though I longed, something's wrong
You know your heart belongs to me You made it clear to see That we were never meant to be Only a memory remains
Oh yes, your heart belongs to me But I've got to set you free 'Cause we were never meant to be Together
I've learned my lesson, now I know where I stand Time heals all wounds, and broken hearts will mend I've read all the signs, now I've moved along This carousel keeps turning on and on And on and on, life goes on
You know your heart belongs to me You made it clear to see That we were never meant to be Only a memory remains
Oh yes, your heart belongs to me But I've got to set you free 'Cause we were never meant to be Together
I wish I was the wind, the sun, the rain And I could hold time in my hands In my dreams I'll fly high so I can reach the stars I sit on top of a mountain And scream when nobody hears me Nobody sees me, ho...
You know your heart belongs to me You made it clear to see That we were never meant to be Only a memory remains
Oh yes, your heart belongs to me But I've got to set you free 'Cause we were never meant to be Together
Honey, Honey Composer(s): Benny Andersson; Stig Anderson; Björn Ulvaeus Performer(s): ABBA; and various other artists
Honey honey, how you thrill me, ah-hah, honey honey Honey honey, nearly kill me, ah-hah, honey honey I'd heard about you before I wanted to know some more And now I know what they mean, you're a love machine Oh, you make me dizzy
Honey honey, let me feel it, ah-hah, honey honey Honey honey, don't conceal it, ah-hah, honey honey The way that you kiss goodnight (The way that you kiss me goodnight) The way that you hold me tight (The way that you're holding me tight) I feel like I wanna sing when you do your thing
I don't wanna hurt you, baby, I don't wanna see you cry So stay on the ground, girl, you better not get too high But I'm gonna stick to you, boy, you'll never get rid of me There's no other place in this world where I rather would be
Honey honey, touch me, baby, ah-hah, honey honey Honey honey, hold me, baby, ah-hah, honey honey You look like a movie star (You look like a movie star) But I know just who you are (I know just who you are) And, honey, to say the least, you're a dog-gone beast
So stay on the ground, girl, you better not get too high There's no other place in this world where I rather would be
Honey honey, how you thrill me, ah-hah, honey honey Honey honey, nearly kill me, ah-hah, honey honey I heard about you before I wanted to know some more And now I know what they mean, you're a love machine
Säj, har du nånsin vart i Stockholm City Och gjort affärer med hon och han Säj, har du nånsin vart i Stockholm City Och prasslat med stålar Och fått på skann Har du nånsin gått på gatorna Och spelat över och haft det bra Ja, har du nånsin vart i Stockholm City Aha, då har du vart där i alla fall Där finns det sköna kvinnor Som har saft i köttet Och grabbar med käft Och cowboyboots Och se upp för näsan Nobless i leopardpäls Hon flår dig utan krus Och snor dig på ditt blod Ja, har du nånsin vart i Stockholms City Och slickat skiten Från pressvecksben Ah då har du vart där i alla fall Och skrattat och lidit Och känt dig vlamm Säj, har du nånsin vart i Bullshit City och stapplat spritstinn Och lekt med tjack Har du sprungit som besatt på tricken och slagit nån på käften Som tack, som tack Har du pröjsat allt du hade På plast och plock och virrat omkring i en drogad flock Ja, då vet du nog min vän Hur det känns Flugan mot fönstret Flugan mot fönstret
Honey Pie Composer(s): John Lennon; Paul McCartney Performer(s): The Beatles; and various other artists
She was a working girl North of England way Now she's in the big time In the USA And if she could only hear me this is what I'd say
Honey pie, you are making me crazy I'm in love, but I'm lazy So won't you please home
Oh, Honey Pie My position is tragic Come and show me the magic of you Hollywood song
You became a legend of the silver screen And now the though of meeting you makes me weak in the knee
Oh, honey pie You are driving me frantic Sail across the Atlantic To be where you belong Honey pie, come back to me
Will the wind that blew her boat across the sea kindly send her sailing back to me T. T. Tee, Now honey pie You are making me crazy I'm in love but I'm lazy So won't you please come home Honey pie, come back to me Come, come back to me, Honey pie ha, ha, ha Honey pie, honey pie
Come on come on the hour is getting late now Come on come on I'm givin' it to you straight It's all right for you you've got nothing to do you'll stay in bed all day tomorrow But what about me I've gotta work until three I know I won't make it through
Save my soul Honey no Honey no Won't you please say we've got to be goin' Stop that old Johanna blowin'
Boogie woogie flowin
We've got to be gettin' home Save my soul Honey no Honey no
Won't you please stop your rock and a' rollin' Stop that sentimental strollin'
Southern gospel soul And we've got to be gettin' home
Ah get on home now! Hear me say Ah get on home!
Come on come on you don't want to get me uptight Come on come on I don't want to start a fight I've swung to the blues and I've ruined my shoes I'll never find the like again! But all you can say is what-cha want me to play
Styr Den Opp! (English Version: Stir It Up) Composer(s): Bob Marley - Peps Persson Performer(s): Peps Persson
Kom och styr den opp min lilla älskling styr den opp Kom och styr den opp min lilla älskling styr den opp
Det e så längesen sen jag fick dej på hjärnan men nu e du här jag säjer: Så ska det va Du hajar det hela va: Bara du o jag
Så kom o styr...
Jag för in veden o öppnar spjället sätter tändstickan till rätta stället Sen ska jag raka o skaka i glöden hela tiden allt du behöver göra e hålla liv i den
Styr den opp...
Om du visste vad jag känner hur hjärtat slår o blodet bränner Kom rör ihop, rör ihop, rör ihop en liten pepparkaka jag har en slickepinne som du kan få smaka
Honey In Your Hips Composer(s): Keith Relf Performer(s): The Yardbirds
When I get out on the dancing floor There ain't no stopping for an hour more I go rocking up and down and around and round I go reeling to the beat of that crazy sound I can't stop, I want to kiss your pretty lips 'Cause I know, pretty babe, you got honey in your hips
I can't stop my feet and I can't stop my hands When I hear the sound of a rock 'n' roll band Gotta rock, gotta roll, gonna jump and shout Nobody better come and turn me out I'm staying all night till I get my kicks 'Cause you know, pretty babe, you got honey in your hips
I want you and you want me We're gonna dance all night till we both feel free We'll shake and we'll shimmy right across the floor When it gets late, we'll dance out the door You better get ready with your pretty lips 'Cause you know, pretty babe, you got honey in your hips
Stir It Up (Swedish Version: Styr Den Opp!) Composer(s): Bob Marley First release by: Bob Marley & The Wailers - 1973 Covered by multiple other artists
Stir it up little darlin' Stir it up Stir it up little darlin' Stir it up
It's been a long long time since I've got you on my mind and now you're here I say it's so clear to see what we will do just me and you
Stir it up I wanna say little darlin' Stir it up Stir it up little darlin' Stir it up
I'll push the wood and I'll blaze your fire then I satisfy your all desire Said I stir it, yeah every minute All you've got to do baby is keep it in and...
Stir it up come on little darlin' Stir it up, I'm already thirsty Come on and stir it up little darlin' Stir it up whoa
And then quench me when I'm thirsty Cool me down baby when I'm hot your recipe is so tasty And you sure can stir your pot
Turn off the water works woman, that don't move me no more Turn off the water works woman, that don't move me no more, no When I leave this time, ain't comin' back no more, yea
Vodka Composer(s): Philip Vella - Gerard James Borg First performance by: Morena - 2008
(Na zdarovye!) (Hey hey hey hey hey hey) (Na zdarovye!) (Hey hey hey hey hey)
The hunt is still on Here in Gorky Park I'm in a danger zone Everywhere is pitch dark
I'm running away To a blanket of snow Spy One to Spy Four I've deciphered the code, yeah...
Vodka that's the secret word Vodka and they want it so bad Vodka I've deciphered the code Got a rush in the head Vodka a transparent word
(Na zdarovye!) (Hey hey hey hey hey hey) (Na zdarovye!) (Hey hey hey hey hey)
Cold blood drums within They breathe down my neck Spy One to Spy Four We just have to connect
Their footsteps are near Closing in for the kill My pulse has gone dead With a heart-racing chill, yeah...
Vodka that's the secret word Vodka and they want it so bad, so bad, so bad Vodka I've deciphered the code Got a rush in the head, yeah... Vodka a transparent word...
(Vodka that's the secret word) (Na zdarovye!) Yeah... (Vodka and they want it so bad) So bad, yeah (Hey hey hey hey hey hey)
Vodka, yeah... (That's the secret word) (Na zdarovye!) Vodka a transparent word (Hey hey hey hey hey hey)
