Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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About A Quarter To Nine Composer(s): Al Dubin - Harry Warren Performer(s): Al Jolson and multiple other artists
The stars are gonna' twinkle and shine This evening about a quarter to nine My lovin' arms are gonna' tenderly twine Around you around a quarter to nine
I know I won't be late 'cause at half past eight I'm gonna' hurry there I'll be waiting where the lane begins, waiting for you on needles and pins
And then the world is gonna' be mine This evening about a quarter to nine...
We Gotta Get Out Of This Place Composer(s): Barry Mann; Cynthia Weil Performer(s): The Animals
In this dirty old part of the city Where the sun refused to shine People tell me there ain't no use in tryin'
Now my girl you're so young and pretty And one thing I know is true You'll be dead before your time is due, I know
Watch my daddy in bed a-dyin' Watched his hair been turnin' grey He's been workin' and slavin' his life away Oh yes I know it
(Yeah!) He's been workin' so hard (Yeah!) I've been workin' too, baby (Yeah!) Every night and day (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!)
We gotta get out of this place If it's the last thing we ever do We gotta get out of this place 'cause girl, there's a better life for me and you
Now my girl you're so young and pretty And one thing I know is true, yeah You'll be dead before your time is due, I know it
Watch my daddy in bed a-dyin' Watched his hair been turnin' grey, yeah He's been workin' and slavin' his life away I know he's been workin' so hard
(Yeah!) I've been workin' too, baby (Yeah!) Every day baby (Yeah!) Whoa! (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!)
We gotta get out of this place If it's the last thing we ever do We gotta get out of this place Girl, there's a better life for me and you Somewhere baby, somehow I know it
We gotta get out of this place If it's the last thing we ever do We gotta get out of this place Girl, there's a better life for me and you Believe me baby I know it baby You know it too
Aborigine Composer(s): Jarvis Cocker - Candida Doyle - Peter Mansell - Russell Senior Performer(s): Pulp
Starts so slowly, just a place to stay Somewhere warm where they can spend their days Air is stagnant and he feels unclean Hair hangs greasy and he smells obscene Something's happened and it's not so good broken bottles in the face of love Mottled flesh under the harsh strip-light Nylon sheets to keep them warm at night Once it's started it can never stop fills his head with a dark damp fog In the distance is a constant cry growing louder as the years go by Days get longer and he starts to drink spews his stomach in the kitchen sink Tells his children they should have respect Tells his wife that she's a nervous wreck
He hates his wife and he hates them all He hates his wife and he hates them all
Can't be bothered when it's all the same leave it long enough, it goes away In the meantime stomach turns to fat She tries to tell him but he can't have that She's only jealous and she's telling lies Standing naked in his flesh disguise It took him months to get her into bed now he's got her he just wants her dead She wants excitement and she needs romance all she gets are dirty underpants Stupid animal that can't know why something's wrong so someone has to die The wind is blowing and the rain falls down Sends his family on a trip down town Sees them die in a burning wreck Sees them burn, smokes a cigarette
He hates his wife and he hates them all He hates his wife and he hates them all
He knows he's finished but he can't stop now and he wants to end it but he can't see how and it's all in pieces, thrown it all away Oh, but he's not ugly, he just looks that way And he wants some quiet and he needs it now but the scream he's started's getting far too loud and he still pretends he does it just for now His day will come he'll lose it all somehow Killing time until his ship arrives been dead ten years but he's still alive and the time is wasted and the ship has sunk but he hasn't noticed and he comes home drunk and he's just dead weight, he'll never leave the ground He tries to stand but he keeps falling down and it's hard to know he doesn't count for much He's not a has-been, just a never-was Oh he hates his wife and he hates them all
He hates his wife and he hates them all Hates his wife Hates them all
We Got Paid By Cash Composer(s): Harold Reid; Don Reid Performer(s): The Statler Brothers
It started March of sixty-four, many years ago We were hired by Johnny Cash to open up his show Four boys, a worn out Cadillac with a road map on the dash For the next eight and one half years, we got paid by Cash He took us down to Nashville to Columbia studio Not knowing where we came from, they told us where to go But Johnny said "I like 'em! Don't you give them no trash" You see we were Johnny's little boys and we got paid by Cash We were there when June became Johnny's lovin' bride And we sang to him that mornin' our buddy Luther died And we were there when the son was born that filled them both with pride And we were there when John remembered God was on his side We watched him on the concert stage, we watched him write his songs And saw the things we had to do and the things that could go wrong And if we had to start again we'd do it in a flash 'Cause we learned more than we earned when we got paid by Cash Then came the time when our career demanded that we go And through some tears we all shook hands that last and final show All those years we never had a contract or a clash Whatever we may be today we owe it all to Cash We were there when June became Johnny's lovin' bride And we sang to him that mornin' our buddy Luther died And we were there when the son was born that filled them both with pride And we were there when John remembered God was on his side Now John will tell you there were years when times were good and bad But we can tell you they were some of the best we ever had Carl Perkins, and the Carters, and the Tennessee Three We were one big happy family and would have done it all for free don don don don don don ... don don ...
Bourvil: Poussez pas dites donc Oh Finissez de me bousculer Vous m'avez marché sur les pieds -Va donc eh Patate Monsieur vous m'avez insulté Je vous prie de vous rétracter -Va donc eh Patate -Oh si vous saviez qui je suis Vous déchanteriez mes amis -je n' sais pas c'que t'es mon bonhomme mais en tout cas t'as l'air d'une pomme -Ah ! je n'ai l'air de rien, mais je suis quelqu'un je suis -quoi, quoi? -abonné au gaz -Ah la la la la, qui aurait cru ça Il est -Quoi quoi? -Abonné au gaz -Vous avez tous l'air étonné Et pourtant c'est la vérité Sur ma carte d'identité Voyez messieurs dames, c'est marqué eh eh! -C'est vraiment quelqu'un Il a bien l'air d'un D'un vrai -Quoi quoi? -abonné au gaz
Un homme: Dis donc, vous avez des relations, vous pourriez pas me donner la combine
Bourvil: -C'est ma vie privée, ça
L'homme: -Est-ce qu'un député, vous a pistonné Pour vous -Quoi, quoi? -abonner au gaz? -ah non j'avais un tuyau et c'est bien ce qu'il faut quand on veut avoir le gaz Je fais mes petits coups en dessous et j'entends déjà les jaloux qui disent d'un ton aigre doux C'est toujours les mêmes qui ont tout
Une femme: -Quelle prestige il a La femme qu'il aura Sera -Quoi quoi? -abonnée au gaz!
La femme: -Ah vous êtes très sympathique Vous me plaisez beaucoup!
Bourvil: -Ah bon -Je sens que je vous aime -Déjà? C'est pour le gaz que vous dites ça? -Vous êtes adorable Vous plairait-il de m'épouser Oui, si vous savez cuisiner -Vous êtes adorable
Bourvil: Vous me l'avez déjà dit -Adorable et surtout galant Venez nous allons voir maman -Je sais que je suis séduisant Mais à ce point, ça me surprend -Maman, voici mon mari S'il n'est pas joli Il est -Quoi quoi? -abonné au gaz -S'il n'a pas d'auto Ni même un vélo Il est -Quoi, quoi? -abonné au gaz
La mère: -épouse le ma chère enfant le gaz est très intéressant car ça prouve tout simplement qu'il possède un appartement
La femme: -vois tu mon chéri, à toi on dit oui tout ça -je sais, parce que j'ai le gaz Mon beau frère et mes beaux parents Habitent avec nous maintenant Si bien que je dors très souvent Dans le grenier sur un divan Ils vont m'obliger à déménager Mais moi -Quoi, quoi? Je leur couperai le gaz! Oh oh oh -Il est vraiment fort Mais jusqu'à la mort Il s'ra abooooonnéé au (pffffff) -Tiens! y'a une fuite, là Gazzzzz!
A-Bone Composer(s): Larry LaPole Performer(s): The Trashmen
I've got a little A-bone like you never have seen A way-out wailin' type of boss machine Top eliminator at all the big name drags Well she's stroked and bored and shaved so neat and sittin' right next to my bucket seat
It's a bang-shift hydro with a big shillalie ah Hahahahaha...
Cobra, Cobra where have you been, I've been lookin' all over and back again My little A-bone's just achin' to shut you down She's a'runnin' smooth, she's a'runnin' true She's got a big surprise for you
It's a bang-shift hydro with a big shillalie, ah Hahahahaha
Cobra, Stingray what'cha gonna' do when my little A-bone comes lookin' for you Cobra, Stingray ain't cha gonna' weep when you see my taillights down the street
Cobra, Stingray what'cha gonna' do when my little A-bone comes lookin' for you Cobra, Stingray ain't cha gonna' weep when you see my taillights down the street
Well my little A-bone went over the hill, left that Cobra standin' still
Buddy, buddy, buddy better shut your Cobra down Well your clutch is burnin', your tires are hot You don't know what my A-bone's got
It's a bang-shift hydro with a big shillalie, ah Hahahahaha
You don't know what my A-bones got You don't know what my A-bones got You don't know what my A-bones got
We Got Love Composer(s): Bernie Lowe; Barry Mann Performer(s): Bobby Rydell
(We got love)
Cause youve got one lucky fella Two love you true And I got three little words Im savin four only you Five oclock I call you And by six we got a date By seven Ill be heaven-bound And in your arms by eight
Everybody now (We got love) By the numbers (We got love) Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah (Aint it wonderful, we got love)
Cause I got one million kisses Two thrill you through and through And I got three thousand hugs Im savin Four only you Fivell get you ten, Dear that in six more years we rate Seven little children, Dear Or maybe well have eight
Let me hear it, baby (We got love) Ah, dontcha know it now (We got love) Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah (Aint it wonderful, we got love)
When we marry fivell get you ten, Dear That in six more years we rate Seven little children, Dear Or maybe well have eight
All together now (We got love) Ah let me tell ya (We got love) Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah (Aint it wonderful, we got love)
One more time (We got love) Ah don'tcha know it baby (We got love) Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah (Aint it wonderful, we got love)
Able Bodied Man Composer(s): Jerry Foster - Bill Rice Performer(s): Bobby Bare; Jack Ingram; Charley Pride
I'm calling from the station and I haven't got much time to let you know Got a ticket for Missouri and there's things I need to say before I go If I could I'd have you meet me but I don't see how I can I don't have enough to pay your fare There's a factory in Columbus hirin' now I understand And they're looking for an able bodied man Baby you should get some money in the letter that I mailed two days ago But when I wrote the letter saying you could come to me I didn't know That I was goin' to lose my job in such a little while Now I guess we'll have to change our plan They may not hire me in Columbus but I'm pretty sure they will Cause they're looking for an able bodied man If I had more education now I'd a' made a better life for me and you But just simple manual labor is the only kind of work that I can do The bus is loadin' for Missouri so I guess I'd better go Hon I'll call you up as soon as I can I'll be sending you a ticket cause I know I'll get a job If they're looking for an able bodied man I'll be sending you a ticket cause I know I'll get a job And remember I'm your able bodied man
We Got Love Composer(s): Lynsey de Paul; Terry Britten Performer(s): Lynsey de Paul
You can have money and still be poor What good is that? Its not enough Work day and night making more and more What good is that? Its not a lot
You and I, we may not own a mansion But we have the greatest gift of all We got love Thats what we got We got love Thats what we got Love, love, love Thats what we got And the love we have is never gonna stop
Who needs a yacht or a limosine? What good is that? Its not enough Living your life like a magazine What good is that? Its not a lot
You and I, we may not own a mansion But we have the greatest gift of all We got love Thats what we got We got love Thats what we got Love, love, love Thats what we got And the love we have is never gonna stop
We got love, the kind you read about We got love, the kind you dream about Im the richest man you ever knew Its a dream come true be with you, be with you love, the kind you read about love, the kind you dream about love, the kind you read about love, the kind you dream about
We got love Thats what we got We got love Thats what we got Love, love, love Thats what we got And the love we have is never gonna stop
We got love Thats what we got We got love Thats what we got Love, love, love Thats what we got And the love we have is never gonna stop
Be-da-ba-da doo doo doo Be-da-ba-da doo doo doo
It's a dream come true loving you, loving you It's a dream come true We got loving baby It's a dream come true loving you, loving you It's a dream come true And the love we have is never gonna stop
We got love Thats what we got We got love Thats what we got Love, love, love Thats what we got And the love we have is never gonna stop
Once upon a time there was a little boy who played the ukelele He'd go around town 'Blmp, blmp, blmp, blmp, blmp, blmp, blmp, blmp blmp blmp, blmp blmp, blmp!' Grown-ups said "Get that thing out of here!"
Not only that, the boy's father was a gettin' in trouble He was a magician He had a magic wand He could go 'Zoop! Zoop!' make things disappear But the father played too many tricks on people Somebody doing a hard job of work, 'zzt, zzt, zzt' Up comes the father with his magic wand 'Zoop!' no saw Come to someone about to drink a nice cold glass of something 'Zoop!' the glass disappears He'd come to someone about to sit down after a hard day's work 'Zoop!' no chair
People said to the father, "You get out of here, too Take your magic wand and your son!" The boy and his father were ostracized That means they made them live on the edge of town
Now in this town they used to tell stories The old people used to tell stories about the giants that lived in the old days They used to tell a story about a giant called Abiyoyo They said he was as tall as a house and could eat...people... up Of course, nobody believed it, but they told the story anyway
One day, one day, the sun rose, blood red over the hill And the first people got up and looked out of their window They saw a great big shadow in front of the sun And they could feel the whole ground shake 'Stomp, stomp' Women screamed, 'Ahh!' Strong men fainted "Ohh!" "Run for your lives! Abiyoyo's coming!"
He came to the sheep pasture, grabs a whole sheep, 'Yeowp!' Comes to the cow pasture, grabs a whole cow, 'Yeowp!' Daniel, "Grab your most precious possessions and run! Run!" Just then the boy and his father woke up "Hey, Paw, what's coming over the field?" Oh, Son, that's Abiyoyo Oh, if I could only get him to lie down, I could make him disappear"
The boy said "Come with me, Father" He grabs his father by one hand The father gets the magic wand, the boy gets the ukelele They run across the field Peopleyelled, "Don't go near him! He'll eat you alive!" There was Abiyoyo He had long fingernails cause he never cut 'em Slobbery teeth, 'cause he didn't brush them Stinking feet, 'cause he didn't wash 'em He raised up with his claws, the boy whips out his ukelele and starts to sing
Well, you know the giant had never heard a song about himself before And a foolish grin spread over the giant's face And the giant started to dance "Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo" The boy went faster, "Abiyoyo, yoyoyo, yoyoyo Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo" The giant got out of breath He staggered He fell down flat on the ground 'Zoop!, Zoop!' People looked out the window, Abiyoyo disappeared
They ran across the fields They lifted the boy and his father up on their shoulders They said, "Come back to town Bring your damn ukelele, we don t care anymore!" And they all sang
Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo (Oh, you sing it with me) Abiyoyo Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo
We Got A Way Composer(s): John Robinson; Franne Golde; Martin Walsh Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog
How many times, looking at your picture I've liked the way that you talk to me But even in my dreams I've had to let you go I know, I know You're gonna say it's slippin' through our fingers And all I want is, darlin', to be wanting you Get away, don't give me the fever or the touch 'Cause it hurts too much
We've got a way with pulling in closer And treating love so recklessly We've got a way with pushing our luck Oh, I've got a way with you And you've got a way with me
We've got a way with taking it higher And hanging on so helplessly We've got a way with pushing our luck Oh, I've got a way with you And you've got a way with me
How many times, thinking of the feelings I like it better when you're close to me And in my heart, oh I'll never let you go I know, I know And when I look, look into your eyes I see The way you're holding and you're tempting me now I feel your kiss, oh I've got to get away But tell me this, tell me will you miss me?
We've got a way with pulling in closer And treating love so recklessly We've got a way with pushing our luck Oh, I've got a way with you And you've got a way with me
We've got a way with taking our chances And hiding things that lovers do But when you leave me, darling I just can't hold on to you
Only for second chances Only for words we had to say Only to my real love Why did you get away?
We've got a way with pulling in closer And treating love so recklessly We've got a way with pushing our luck Oh, I've got a way with you And you've got a way with me
We've got a way with taking our chances And hiding things that lovers do But when you leave me, darling I just can't hold on to you
We've got a way with pulling in closer And treating love so recklessly We've got a way with pushing our luck Oh, I've got a way with you And you've got a way with me
We go together like
ramma lamma lamma ka dinga da dinga dong Remembered forever as
shoo-bop sha whada whadda yippidy boom da boom Chang chang changity chang shoo bop that's the way it should be Waooo Yeah
We're one of a kind like dip da dip da dip do whap de dobby do Our names are signed like boogy boogy boogy boogy shooby shoo wap shoo wap Chang chang changity chang shoo bop we'll always be like one Wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-one
When we go out a night (oh oh) And stars are shining bright (oh, oh) Up in the skies above Or at the high school dance Where you can find romance maybe it might be oh, oh, oh, oh, oh oh, oh
Ramma lamma lamma ka dingity ding da dong Shoo bop shoo wadda wadda yippity boom da boom Chang chang changity chang shoo bop Yip da dip da dip shoo bop sha dooby do Boogy boogy boogy boogy shooby sho wap sho wap Sha na na na na na na na yippity dip da do Ramma lamma lamma ka dingity ding da dong Shoo bop shoo wadda wadda yippity boom sha boom Chang chang changity chang shoo bop Yip da dip da dip shoo bopp sha dooby do Boogy boogy boogy boogy shooby sho wap sho wap Sha na na na na na na na yippity dip da do A womp bop a looma a womp bam boom
We're for each other like womp bop a looma a womp bam boom Just like my brother is sha na na na na na na na yippity dip da do Chang chang changity chang shoo bop we'll always be together Waooo Yeah!
We'll always be together We'll always be together We'll always be together We'll always be together We'll always be together We'll always be together We'll always be together
Abigail Beecher Composer(s): Richard Heard - Robert Boulanger Performer(s): Freddy Cannon
Hey, everybody get out of the street now I hear the roar of an XKE now Sloppy sweater and pony tail And the cop on the corner is turnin' pale Whoo! It's Abigail Beecher, our history teacher
All the kids are just crazy about her Central High would be a drag without her She knows her history from A to Z She digs the monkey and the Watusi Whoo! It's Abigail Beecher, our history teacher
Whoo!
We're out in the hall and a-changin' classes Plays guitar, wears blue sunglasses She's prim and proper and a real swinger She's gonna be a rock-and-roll singer Whoo! It's Abigail Beecher, our history teacher
Whoo!
History class is getting' bigger and bigger They come from miles `cause they really dig her The P.T.A. was real sore When she walked in with a red surf board Whoo! It's Abigail Beecher, our history teacher
(We Get Along So Easily) Don't You Agree Composer(s): Davies; Stillman Performer(s): Morecambe & Wise
We get along so easily, dont you agree We like each others company, don't you agree When you stop to consider, how close we have grown You know that we couldn't make it alone
We hit it off terrifically, in every way Not just a day specifically, but every day There's a deep understanding, between you and me Don't you agree, dont you agree
We hit it off terrifically, in every way Not just a day specifically, but every day Cos we're birds of a feather, in every degree Don't you agree, dont you agree
De kleinzoon van de olieman van 't pleintje zag per post Zijn kinderbijslag netjes binnenrollen De kleine man riep: "Poen! En mammie heeft haar rijbewijs Op naar Scheveningen, Zandvoort of de bollen!" En 's zondags trok de vierdehandse vollekswagen vol Naar d'ouwe blauwe Zuiderzee, op tekst van Jacques van Tol
We gaan naar buiten, waar de vogeltjes fluiten Waar het zonlicht straalt en waar het melkvee loeit Waar brede rivieren traag door oneindig laagland gaan Tussen wei en bos en hei In 't paradijs der burgerij Waar de vrijheid zo vrolijk bloeit
Voor Duivendrecht reeds maakte kleine Jantje groot stampij Hij trappelde en kronkelde en kwekte Het jochie zat rechts onder de Vapona-strip, die ma Had meegenomen tegen de insekten Gelukkig was ie 't kind, dat men het beste missen kon 't Schaap was al nooit om aan te zien (gevolg van Softenon) Pa borg het stoffelijk overschot naast zijn reservewiel En met een beetje vouwen en wat passen Kon Sjaantje 'r ook nog bij, die in de file bij de brug Het afgelegd had tegen de uitlaatgassen En vrolijk zingend kruiste men de Schiphol-bulderbaan Die Henk op twee gescheurde trommelvliesjes kwam te staan
Want je kan buiten naar de vogeltjes fluiten Waar de luchtvloot stralend en beschermend loeit Waar goor-grauwe wolken traag en zwanger Boven het oneindig laagland staan Met z'n olie-industrie In 't paradijs van de chemie Waar 't bedrijfsleven vlijtig bloeit
De rit naar Muiderberg liep naar omstandigheden vlot Alleen kreeg pa nog eventjes een doodschop Omdat ie "Zijkerd!" zei tegen een smeris, toen die ma Bekeurde bij een sanitaire noodstop Maar ginder naakte Muiderberg! En pa riep: "Dat is dat Klim uit je klamme kleren voor een duik in 't frisse nat!" Snel plonsden ma en Koba tussen scholen dooie vis Die daar (door kwik vergiftigd) liggen drijven Maar kwik verlamt ook mensen. En het was een raar gezicht Zoals je daar hun tweeen zag verstijven Ze zonken in het halve-meter-diepe zeemansgraf Wat nog een heel gezoek, en last met de politie gaf
En alle vissen zijn zo onderhand pisse Waar de industrie haar zegeningen sproeit Waar brede riolen traag en geurig Door oneindig treurig laagland gaan Langs de wasmiddelfabriek In 't paradijs van de techniek Waar 't bedrijfsleven vlijtig bloeit
Met hun restanten op 't imperiaal reed pa terug Om op de Dam een beetje bij te komen Waar hij vergetelheid zocht in een lekker stikkie hasj Dat echter snel werd inbeslaggenomen Hijzelf vloog in de cel, omdat hij met die rokerij De volksgezondheid ondermijnde. En daar zong die high
Ik zweef naar buiten, waar de engeltjes fluiten Waar de welvaart straalt en met de rijkdom stoeit Waar brede riolen traag door oneindig laagland gaan 't Is de stroom van dividend Voor 't aandeelhoudersrendement Waar 't bedrijfsleven vlijtig bloeit En al het andere leven mooi wordt uitgeroeid
Abide With Me (aka Eventide) Composer(s): Henry Francis Lyte Performer(s): Thelonius Monk and multiple other artists
Abide with me, fast forth the eventide The darkness deepens, Lord abide with me When other helpers fail and comforts flee Help of the helpless, O abide with me
I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless Ills have no weight and tears no bitterness Where is death's sting, where, grave, that victory I triumph still if Thou abide with me
Hold Thou thy cross before my closen eyes Shine throught the gloom and point me to the skies Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee In life, in death, O Lord abide with me In life, in death, O Lord abide with me
