Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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A Little Bit Off The Top Performer(s): Harry Bedford
Brown's a very old friend of mine Once I went to his house to dine Some of the aristocracy were there Ev'ryone of 'em thought me "great" And said, when they saw me lick my plate That I must be an American millionaire The waiter came into the room with a beautiful lump of pork And though I'd "wolfed" enough to feed a town I thought I'd like a sample of the crackling and the gravy So I loosened out my vest and said to Brown
Carve a little bit off the top for me! for me! Just a little bit off the top for me! for me! Saw me off a yard or two, I'll tell you when to stop All I want is a little bit off the top!
Once I made up my mind to roam And spend a week by the briny foam I'd never been far away from home before Ev'ryone of the family Were sorry indeed to part with me They all love Willie, especially ma-in-law They all came up and asked me for a lock of my golden hair I clipped 'em from the back and from the side At last I asked the missus which particular bit she fancied And she rubbed her nose and lovingly replied
Tear a little bit off the top for me! for me! Just a little bit off the top for me! for me! I'll fix it on the copperstick and use it for a mop All I want is a little bit off the top!
Hot Burrito #2 Composer(s): Gram Parsons; Chris Ethridge Performer(s): The Flying Burrito Brothers; and various other artists
Yes, you loved me and you sold my clothes I love you, but that's the way that it goes So it goes Yes, you know how I feel So it goes It just couldn't be real
And we know it's wrong And I don't think it's gonna go on When I come home carrying my shoes I've been waiting to tell you some news And you want me home all night And you don't want another fight But you better love Find some love You better love me, Jesus Christ
Yes, you loved me and you sold all my clothes I love you, baby, but that's the way that it goes So it goes I guess you know how I feel So it goes Yes, it couldn't be real
And you want me home all night You just don't want another fight But you better love Find some love Love me baby, Jesus Christ
A Little Bit Of Soap ((French Version: Ne T'en Fais Pas Mon Vieux (by Richard Anthony) - 1962)) Composer(s): Bert Russell First release by: The Jarmels - 1961 Covered by multiple other artists
A little bit of soap will wash away your lipstick on my face But a little bit of soap will never never never ever erase The pain in my heart and my eyes as I go through the lonely years A little bit of soap will never wash away my tears Mmm, a little bit of soap will wash away your powder from my chin A little bit of soap will never never never ever begin To take away the hurt that I feel as I go through the lonely years A little bit of soap will never wash away my tears, mmm, mmm, mmm Have you heard when love begins to die it leaves someone to cry night and Day? Like a bird, you left your robin's nest and-a just like all the rest you flew away Mmm, a little bit of soap will take away your perfume eventually But a little bit of soap will never wash away the memory Of your name in the night that I call through the lonely years A little bit of soap will never wash away my tears I'll never lose the memory of your name in the night that I call through the lonely years A little bit of soap will never wash away my tears Mmm, a little bit of soap-a will never wash away my tears
Ne T'en Fais Pas, Mon Vieux ((Adapted from: A Little Bit Of Soap (by The Jarmels) - 1961)) Composer(s): Bert Russell - Richard Anthony - André Salvet Performer(s): Richard Anthony - 1962
Ne t'en fais pas, mon vieux Tout ça n'est pas très sérieux Tu verras Ne t'en fais pas, mon vieux Ta peine, ta peine, tu dois l'apaiser Ton coeur est blessé Et tes yeux ont pleuré un bonheur passé
Ne t'en fais pas, mon vieux Pour toi, demain tout ira mieux Ne t'en fais pas, mon vieux T'es pas le premier qui pleure ses amours Ne t'en fais pas, mon vieux Espère, espère oublier un jour Tu n'as que dix-huit ans, tu le sais Ce n'est pas le moment de pleurer Ne t'en fais pas, mon vieux Et sèche les larmes de tes yeux bleus
Tu lui as dit «Je t'aimerai pour la vie» Mais maintenant, tu vois, c'est fini Je sais bien que tu méritais pas ça Mais puisqu'elle n'est plus là Ne t'en fais pas, non, ne t'en fais pas, mon vieux Que son parfum s'envole avec le vent Ne t'en fais pas, mon vieux Et pense que tu n'as que dix-huit ans Le soleil, le printemps Brilleront, tu seras heureux Ne t'en fais pas, mon vieux Et sèche les larmes de tes yeux bleus Oui, pense que tu n'as que dix-huit ans Le printemps reviendra, tu seras heureux
Ne t'en fais pas mon vieux Et sèche les larmes de tes yeux bleus
Ne t'en fais pas mon vieux Et sèche les larmes de tes yeux bleus
Ne t'en fais pas mon vieux Et sèche les larmes de tes yeux bleus
Ne t'en fais pas mon vieux Et sèche les larmes de tes yeux bleus
Hot Blooded Composer(s): Lou Gramm; Mick Jones Performer(s): Foreigner
Well
Chorus: I'm hot blooded, check it and see, I got a fever of a hundred and three Come on baby, do you do more than dance? I'm hot blooded, I'm hot blooded
You don't have to read my mind, to know what I have in mind Honey you oughta know Now you move so fine, let me lay it on the line I wanna know what you're doin' after the show
Now it's up to you, we can make a secret rendezvous Just me and you, I'll show you lovin' like you never knew
That's why - chorus
If it feels alright, maybe you can stay all night, shall I leave you my key? But you've got to give me a sign, come on girl, some kind of sign Tell me, are you hot mama, you sure look that way to me
Are you old enough, will you be ready when I call your bluff? Is my timing right, did you save your love for me tonight?
Yeah I'm hot blooded, check it and see, feel the fever burning inside of me Come on baby, do you do more than dance? I'm hot blooded, I'm hot blooded
Now it's up to you, can we make a secret rendezvous? Before we do, you'll have to get away from you know who
Well - chorus
(Hot blooded) every night (hot blooded) you're looking so tight (Hot blooded) now you're driving me wild (Hot blooded) I'm so (hot blooded) hot for you, child (Hot blooded) I'm a little bit high, (hot blooded) you're a little bit shy (Hot blooded) You're making me sing (Hot blooded) for your (hot blooded) sweet sweet thing
Hostesses Of The Stage Door Canteen Composer(s): Irving Berlin
Merrily we appear on the scene Hostesses of the Stage Door Canteen Entertaining soldiers who are going off to war Glad to be of service but we could do much more
We could do more for the boys And greatly add to their joys
But we don't get very far The rules and regulations are We mustn't be seen Outside the Canteen With a soldier
They each could do with a gal Would greatly help their morale
But we simply must resist We take an oath when we enlist To never be found Canoodling around With a soldier
A Little Bit Of Heaven (Shure, They Called It Ireland)
A Little Bit Of Heaven (Shure, They Called It Ireland) Composer(s): Ernest R. Ball - Jacob Keirn Brennan Performer(s): Chauncey Olcott and multiple other artists
There's a dear old land of leprechauns And wondrous wishing wells And nowhere else on God's green Earth There be such lakes and dells
No wonder that the angels love That shamrock covered shore It draws my heart home again And I love it more and more
Have you ever heard the story of How Ireland got its name Well, I'll tell you so you'll understand From whence old Ireland came
No wonder that I love That dear old land across the sea For here's the way my dear old Father Told the tale to me.....
Shure, a little bit of heaven fell From out the sky one day And it nestled on the ocean In a spot so far away
And when the angels found it Shure, it looked so sweet and fair They said, "Suppose we leave it For it looks so peaceful there"
So they sprinkled it with stardust Just to make the shamrocks grow `Tis the only place you'll find them No matter where you go
Then they dotted it with silver To make its lakes so grand And when they had it finished Shure, they called it Ireland!
Hospitalité Composer(s): Guy Thomas Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Quand vous viendrez chez moi gn'aura pas à s'en faire La porte s'ouvrira gn'aura le corridor Et vous serez chez vous souris dans un gruyère Les volets seront mis pour oublier dehors
Je vous verrai venir ô ma moitié d'orange Je vous attends depuis si longtemps souffle court Je serai tout à coup saisi d'un mal étrange Je serai sans parler je serai sans bonjour
Mais vous aurez déjà posé votre mantille Vous m'aurez rapporté de la tarte aux copeaux De la glace aux genêts du pâté de jonquilles Vous saurez tout déjà vous serez du bateau
Vous serez au courant vous serez affranchie Vous prendrez votre assiette au fond du poussiéreux Et je vous couperai le quignon d'anarchie Dans la miche du pauvre avec un couteau feu
Le chien n'est pas méchant qui grogne à tous les diables Qui m'aide à renvoyer proprement les salauds Il viendra simplement se coucher sous la table Et donner de la gueule aux coups de godillots
O ma cruelle amante, ô ma fragile épaule Ma nudité ma blonde ô mon secret miroir Vous viendrez sur mon lit vous viendrez dans ma geôle Et vous approcherez doucement l'éteignoir
Quand vous viendrez chez moi gn'aura pas à s'en faire La porte s'ouvrira gn'aura le corridor Et vous serez chez vous souris dans un gruyère Les volets seront mis pour oublier dehors
A Little Bit Of Green Composer(s): Christian Arnold - David Martin - Geoff Morrow Performer(s): Elvis Presley
Now that the truth is hard to face I can't forget you once were mine Someone else is in my place Whenever we meet my heart beats out of time
Just a little bit of green Clouds my eyes to what I've seen Just a little bit of green When I see you with someone new And knowing that there's nothing I can do
Please don't try to tie me down Those are the words you often say I can't help seeing you around You smile with surprise, I turn my eyes away
Just a little bit of green Oh-oh-ho, clouds my eyes to what I've seen Just a little bit of green When I see you with someone new And knowing that there's nothing I can do
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Just a little bit of green Oh-oh-ho, clouds my eyes to what I've seen Just a little bit of green When I see you with someone new And knowing that there's nothing I can do
Hors-Saison Composer(s): Francis Cabrel Performer(s): Francis Cabrel
C'est le silence Qui se remarque le plus Les volets roulants tous descendus De l'herbe ancienne Dans les bacs à fleurs Sur les balcons On doit être hors-saison
La mer quand même Dans ses rouleaux continue Son même thème Sa chanson vide et têtue Pour quelques ombres perdues Sous des capuchons On doit être hors-saison
Le vent transperce Ces trop longues avenues Quelqu'un cherche une adresse inconnue Et le courrier déborde Au seuil des pavillons On doit être hors-saison
Une ville se fâne Dans les brouillards salés La colère océane est trop près Les tourments la condamnent Aux écrans de fumée Personne ne s'éloigne du quai
On pourrait tout prendre Les murs, les jardins, les rues On pourrait mettre Aux boîtes aux lettres nos prénoms dessus Ou bien peut-être un jour Les gens reviendront On doit être hors-saison
La mer quand même Dans ses rouleaux continue Son même thème Sa chanson vide "où es-tu?" Tout mon courrier déborde Au seuil de ton pavillon On doit être hors-saison...
Une ville se fâne Dans les brouillards salés La colère océane est trop près Les tourments la condamnent Aux écrans de fumée Personne ne s'éloigne du quai
A Little Bit Of Cucumber Composer(s): T.W. Connor Performer(s): Harry Champion
I was weaned on cucumber And on my wedding day Sitting down to supper when The guests had gone away My old darling said to me "You must be hungry, Joe! What is it you fancy?" I Said, "Fancy! Don't you know?"
I went flying in the air With my old college chum Suddenly he said to me "We're bound for kingdom come! Is there anything on your mind Before you wear a crown?" I began to shake and said "Write this confession down
To the Lord Mayor's Banquet I Got in one foggy day When I saw the grub it took My appetite away "Sparrowgrass" and chaffinches And pigs-head stuffed with jam! I said to the waiter there "You don't know who I am!"
Sev'ral years of married life Have brought me lots of joys I don't know how many girls I think it's fourteen boys When the last one came to town It nearly turned my head It was marked with a cucumber And the fust words that it said
Were:
"I like pickled onions I like piccalilli Pickled cabbage is alright With a bit of cold meat on Sunday night I can go termartoes But what I do prefer Is a little bit of cu-cum-cu-cum-cu-cum Little bit of cucumber"
Horsey, Keep Your Tail Up Composer(s): Walter Hirsch; Bert Kaplan Performer(s): Spike Jones
Horsey, keep your tail up Horsey, keep your tail up Keep the sun out of my eyes Horsey, keep your tail up Horsey, keep your tail up Never mind about the flies His mane is long and his hair is thick He's really got an awful kick Horsey, keep your tail up Horsey, keep your tail up Keep the sun out of my eyes
Horsey, keep your tail up Horsey, keep your tail up Keep the sun out of my eyes Horsey, keep your tail up Horsey, keep your tail up Never mind about the flies Now if you want to look real smart Just raise your tail before you start Horsey, keep your tail up Horsey, keep your tail up Keep the sun out of my eyes
A Little Bit More ((Danish Version: Endnu En Gang (by Bamse) - 1977)) Composer(s): Bobby Gosh First release by: Bobby Gosh - 1973 Covered by multiple other artists
When your body's had enough of me And I'm layin' flat out on the floor When you think I've loved you all I can I'm gonna love you a little bit more
Come on over here and lay by my side I've got to be touchin' you Let me rub your tired shoulders The way I used to do
Look into my eyes and give me that smile The one that always turns me on And let me take your hair down `Cause we're stayin' up to greet the sun
And when your body's had enough of me And I'm laying flat out on the floor When you think I've loved you all I can I'm gonna love you a little bit more
Got to say a few things that have been on my mind And you know where my mind has been I guess I learned my lessons And now's the time to begin
So if you're feelin' alright and you're ready for me I know that I'm ready for you We better get it on now `Cause we got our whole life to live through
And when your body's had enough of me And I'm layin' flat out on the floor When you think I've loved you all I can I'm gonna love you a little bit more
And when your body's had enough of me And I'm layin' flat out on the floor When you think I've loved you all I can I'm gonna love you a little bit more
Horizonte De Las Estrellas Composer(s): E. Aldrighetti; O. Avogadro; R. Battaglia; Miguel Bosé; Roberto Colombo; M. Schiappadori Performer(s): Miguel Bosé
Horizonte de las estrellas es el limite que me vuelve loco cuantas son, como son de bellas por mi amor yo no fui quien las ha roto
Eres tan pálida, que blanca estas siempre radiante, en quien pensarás como estas, como estas como estas...
Horizonte de las estrellas el infante ya duerme en la cuna si pudiese ser una de ellas le daría belleza y fortuna
Eres tan pálida, que blanca estas tibia acuarela, espuma del mar como estas, como estas como estas...
Eres tan pálida, que blanca estas eclipsadisima quien te amará como va
soy prisionero del tiempo que va un pasajero de la eternidad como va como va como va...
A Little Bit Me, A Little Bit You Composer(s): Neil Diamond First release by: The Monkees - 1967 Covered by multiple other artists
Walk out, girl, don't you walk out We've got things to say Talk out, let's have it talked out And things will be okay
Girl, I don't want to fight I'm a little bit wrong, you're a little bit right I said, girl, you know that it's true It's a little bit me, and it's a little bit you, too
Don't know just what I said wrong But, girl, I apologize Don't go, here's where you belong So wipe the tears from your eyes
Girl, I don't want to fight I'm a little bit wrong, you're a little bit right I said, girl, you know that it's true It's a little bit me, and it's a little bit you, too
Oh, no Oh, girl
Oh, girl, I don't want to fight I'm a little bit wrong, you're a little bit right I say, girl, you know that it's true It's a little bit me, and it's a little bit you, too
It's a little bit me, it's a little bit you Girl, don't go, no-no-no-no-no Girl, don't go, no-no-no-no-no Hey girl, hey girl Please, don't go Please, don't go ...
Horizontalement Composer(s): Roland Valade Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Verticalement Tu n'es pas une affaire Je sais bien Mais horizontalement C'est toi que je préfère Et de loin
Je m'sens le plus triste Des cruciverbistes Car je suis Derrière une grille Seul où toi ma fille Tu m'as mis Pour trouver ta définition Je n'ai pas trente-six solutions Belle comme l'amour futée comme un balai Tu es la source de tous mes mots croisés
Verticalement Tu n'es pas une affaire Je sais bien Mais horizontalement C'est toi que je préfère Et de loin
Après les extases Tu as quelques cases Mal remplies En libertinage Tu as pour ton âge Du génie En cinq lettres sur mon journal On demande au trois vertical Un mal qui peut se dissiper la nuit En pensant à toi j'ai trouvé l'ennui
Verticalement Tu n'es pas une affaire Je sais bien Mais horizontalement C'est toi que je préfère Et de loin
Pourquoi dans nos phrases Tous nos mots se croisent Pleins d'aigreur Idiots que nous sommes Puisque la nuit gomme Nos erreurs Au fond de notre carrée noire M'arrive une lueur d'espoir Alors j'oublie ce qui m'obsède chez toi Qui n'as pas inventé l'eau tiède crois-moi
Verticalement Tu n'es pas une affaire Je sais bien Mais horizontalement C'est toi que je préfère Et de loin
Mais horizontalement C'est toi que je préfère Et de loin
Mais horizontalement C'est toi que je préfère Et de loin
Hop-Scotch Polka Composer(s): Gene Rayburn; Carl Sigman; William Whitlock Performer(s): Guy Lombardo; and various other artists
Oh, you hop a little on your little left shoe You hop a little on your right one too You kick a button like the Scotch kids do That's the Hop Scotch Polka
Oh, you hop a little on your little left shoe You hop a little on your right one too You don't mind boucin' like a kangaroo To the Hop Scotch Polka
It's in and out among the maple trees It's up and down and then you wave your knees Your head goes boppin' in the morning breeze To the Hop Scotch Polka
Oh, you hop a little on your little left shoe You hop a little on your right one too You kick a button like the Scotch kids do That's the Hop Scotch Polka
Oh, you hop a little on your little left shoe You hop a little on your right one too You kick a button like the Scotch kids do That's the Hop Scotch Polka
Hop, hop, hop-pity Hip, hip, hip-pity Hap, hap, happily on your way
Hop, hop, hop-pity Hip, hip, hip-pity Hop to the Hop Scotch Polka