Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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'Twas Teatime At The Circus Composer(s): Harold Arlen - Gary Brooker - Matthew Fisher - E.Y. Harburg - Keith Reid Performer(s): Procol Harum
'T was tea-time at the circus: King Jimi, he was there Through hoops he skipped, high wires he tripped And all the while the glare of the aching, baking spotlight beat down upon his cloak And though the crowd clapped furiously they could not see the joke
'T was tea-time at the circus, though some might not agree As jugglers danced, and horses pranced and clowns clowned endlessly But trunk to tail the elephants quite silent, never spoke And though the crowd clapped desperately they could not see the joke
I Wonder How The Old Folks Are At Home Composer(s): A.P. Carter; M. Christian Performer(s): Osborne Brothers and multiple other artists
Well I wonder how the old folks are at home I wonder if they miss me while I roam I wonder if they pray for the boy who went away And left his dear old parents all alone
Now you can hear the cattle lowin' in the lane You cant see the fields of bluegrass where I roam You can almost hear them cry as they kiss their boy goodbye I wonder how the old folks are at home
Just a village and a homestead on the farm And a mother's love to shield you from all harm A mother's love so dear and a sweetheart brave and true Just a village and a homestead on the farm
Knees up Mother Brown Knees up Mother Brown Under the table you must go Ee-aye, Ee-aye, Ee-aye-oh If I catch you bending I'll saw your legs right off Knees up, knees up Never get the breeze up Knees up Mother Brown
Oh my, what a rotten song What a rotten song What a rotten song Oh my, what a rotten song And what a rotten singer Too-oo-ooh
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Alternative Version:
There came a girl from France Who didn't know how to dance The only thing that she could do Was knees up Mother Brown
Oh, knees up Mother Brown Knees up Mother Brown Knees up, knees up, never let the breeze up Knees up Mother Brown
Oh, hopping on one foot Hopping on one foot Hopping, hopping, never stopping Hopping on one foot
Oh, knees up Mother Brown Knees up Mother Brown Knees up, knees up, never let the breeze up Knees up Mother Brown
Oh, prancing up and down Prancing up and down Prancing, prancing, never dancing Prancing up and down
Oh, knees up Mother Brown Knees up Mother Brown Knees up, knees up, never let the breeze up Knees up Mother Brown
And whirling round and round Whirling round and round Whirling, whirling, never twirling Whirling round and round
Oh, knees up Mother Brown Knees up Mother Brown Knees up, knees up, never let the breeze up Knees up Mother Brown
Oh, knees up Mother Brown Knees up Mother Brown Knees up, knees up, never let the breeze up Knees up Mother Brown
I Wonder Composer(s): John Entwistle Performer(s): John Entwistle
I wonder what would happen if my dog could talk Would he look me in the eye and say take me for a walk When I gave him his dinner would he shake his head And say take it away I want caviar instead?
Thank you Mother Nature For the way you got things planned Don't ever change a thing, I'm happy as I am Imagine living in a place where the sea was red And your legs were in the position now occupied by your head Imagine living in a place where black was white And white was black, even the night
I wonder what would happen if my fish could fly Would it leap from its tank and hit the cat in the eye Out through the window and into the sky I'm so glad that sharks can't fly
Thank you Mother Nature For the way you got things planned Don't ever change a thing, I'm happy as I am Imagine living in a place where the sea was red And your legs were in the position now occupied by your head Imagine living in a place where black was white And white was black, even the night
I wonder what would happen if the moon fell down Would it leave a white circle Where they painted around I wonder what would happen if the sun went out
The Children's Marching Song (Nick Nack Paddy Whack)
The Children's Marching Song (Nick Nack Paddy Whack) ((French Version: La Marche Des Gosses (Annie Cordy)) Composer(s): Malcolm Arnold Performer(s): Mitch Miller; Cyril Stapleton
This old man he played one He played nick nack on my drum With a nick nack paddy whack Give a dog a bone This old man came rolling home
This old man he played two He played nick nack on my shoe With a nick nack paddy whack Give a dog a bone This old man came rolling home
This old man he played three He played nick nack on my tree With a nick nack paddy whack Give a dog a bone This old man came rolling home
This old man he played four He played nick nack on my door With a nick nack paddy whack Give a dog a bone This old man came rolling home
This old man he played five He played nick nack on my hive With a nick nack paddy whack Give a dog a bone This old man came rolling home
This old man he played six He played nick nack on my stick With a nick nack paddy whack Give a dog a bone This old man came rolling home
This old man he played seven He played nick nack on my deven With a nick nack paddy whack Give a dog a bone This old man came rolling home
This old man he played eight He played nick nack on my gate With a nick nack paddy whack Give a dog a bone This old man came rolling home
This old man he played nine He played nick nack on my vine With a nick nack paddy whack Give a dog a bone This old man came rolling home
This old man he played ten He played nick nack on my hen With a nick nack paddy whack Give a dog a bone This old man came rolling home
TV Screen Composer(s): Goran Bregovic - Iggy Pop Performer(s): Iggy Pop
Find a beautiful old street Not rushing through this time In a bar where a fat lady reigns supreme Come in and drink with a false name In circus clothes forget their pain They are the zombie bodies Caught in the glow of the TV screen Just forget it?
Forget it all The TV screen TV screen makes you feel small No life at all
Now that you have turned it off It's harder than you thought No one wants to give a damn Or even hear a thought They rush from one fad to the next You talk and it has no effect You are the target for stars And the planets on the TV screen Just forget it?
Forget it all The TV screen TV screen makes you feel small No life at all
TV Mama Composer(s): Lou Willie Turner - Johnny Winter Performer(s): Big Joe Turner and multiple other artists
Well I laid down last night And I turned my TV on You know I laid down last night I turned my TV on You know she's a good old box people But I believe my tube is blown
Well my baby she was cryin' Want me to get my TV fixed Ohuuu she was cryin' Wanna get my TV fixed She said our TV needs service And she needs it mighty quick
By the way now
Well I called the TV doctor He came over right away He said to see what he can do He'd have to haul my tube away I told no Damn well I'll never do Man if you don't get the picture I'm gonna do some work on you
Work a while go ahead now (get the picture right?)
Got my TV working My old tube is like brand new And now I got my TV workin' My old tube is like brand new Yes come over baby And I show my tube to you haha How do you like my tube?
I Wonder (Departure) French Title: Imagine-Moi - 1983 Composer(s): Stig Erik Leopold Anderson; Benny Andersson; Björn Ulvaeus First release by: ABBA - 1977
This park and these houses, old streets I have walked Everything dear, will it be here One day when I am returning? My friends will get married, have children and homes It sounds so nice, well-planned and wise Never expecting surprises
I wonder, it's frightening Leaving now, is that the right thing? I wonder, it scares me But who the the hell am I if I don't leave it I'm not a coward Oh no, I'll be strong One chance in a lifetime Yes I will take it, it can't go wrong
My friends and my family, this dull little town Buses I've missed, boys that I've kissed Everything old and familiar
I wonder, it's frightening Leaving now, is that the right thing? I wonder, it scares me But who the the hell am I if I don't leave it I'm not a coward Oh no, I'll be strong One chance in a lifetime Yes I will take it... Yes I will take it, it can't go wrong
Knight Of The Woeful Countenance From "The Man Of La Mancha" Composer(s): Joe Darion; Mitch Leigh
Innkeeper: Hail, Knight of the Woeful Countenance Knight of the Woeful Countenance! Wherever you go People will know Of the glorious deeds Of the Knight of the Woeful Countenance!
Farewell and good cheer Oh my brave cavalier Ride onward to glorious strife I swear when you're gone I'll remember you well For all of the rest of my life
Hail, Knight of the Woeful Countenance Knight of the Woeful Countenance Fare to the foe They will quail at the sight Of the Knight of the Woeful Countenance! Oh valorous Knight Go and fight for the right And battle all villains that be But oh, when you do What will happen to you Thank God I won't be there to see!
Aldonza, Sancho, Innkeeper: Hail, Knight of the Woeful Countenance Knight of the Woeful Countenance! Wherever you go People will know Of the glorious deeds Of the Knight of the Woeful Countenance!
TV Is The Thing This Year Composer(s): William Sanford - Philip E. Medley Performer(s): Dinah Washington; Lee Aaron; Dianne Reeves
Well if you wanna have fun come home with me You can stay all night and play with my TV
TV is the thing this year This year, TV is the thing this year Radio was great, but now it's outta date TV is the thing this year
Last night I was watchin' old Tom Mix My TV broke and I was in a fix Got on the phone an' called my man, I said "Get here, Daddy, as fast as you can"
TV is the thing this year This year, TV is the thing this year Radio was great, but now it's outta date TV is the thing this year
He turned my dial to channel one I knew that this was gonna be fun Turned right up to channel two That station thrilled me through and through Moved one notch to channel three I said how I love what you're doin' to me
TV is the thing this year This year, TV is the thing this year Radio was great, but now it's outta date TV is the thing this year
He moved on up to channel four Just about the time someone knocked on the door And the way he eased into channel five I swear that man had fluid drive
Moved one notch to channel six Opened up his little bag o' tricks On channel seven, the show was late But we still got our kicks on channel eight
TV is the thing this year This year, TV is the thing this year Radio was great, but now it's outta date TV is the thing this year
He grooved on up to channel nine Said, "Sweet baby, are you satisfied?" Turned it up to channel ten And then, we did it, all over again He finally hit, on channel eleven I cried, "More, more", you treat your Daddy good
TV is the thing this year This year, TV is the thing this year Radio was great, but now it's outta date TV is the thing this year
Roane County Prison (Traditional) Performer(s): Bill Monroe and multiple other artists
In the beautiful hills, way back in Roane County There's where I roamed for many long years There's where my heart's been tending most ever That's where the first step of misfortune I made
I was about thirty years when I courted and married Amanda Gilbraith was then called my wife Her brother stabbed me for some unknown reason Just three months later I'd taken Tom's life
For twenty five years this whole world I rambled I went to old England, to France and to Spain But I thought of my home way back in Roane County I boarded a steamer and came back again
I was captured and tried in the village of Kingston Not a man in the county would speak one kind word When the jury came in with the verdict next morning A lifetime in prison was the words that I heard
When the train pulled out poor mother stood weepin' And sister she sat alone with a sigh And the last words I heard was "Willie, God bless you" Was "Willie, God bless you, God bless you, good bye"
In the scorching hot sand of the foundry I'm workin' Toiling and working my poor life away They'll measure my grave on the banks of old Cumberland Just as soon as I finish the rest of my days
Sweet Martha was grave but Corey was better There's better and worse, although you can see Boys when you write home from the prison in Nashville Place one of my songs in your letter for me
Knock Me A Kiss
Composer(s): Mike Jackson - Andy Razaf
First recording/First release by: Louis Jordan & his Tympani 5 - 1941/1942
Covered by multiple other artists
I like cake and no mistake
But baby, if you insist
I'll cut out the cake, just for your sake
Baby! C'mon, knock me a kiss
I like pie, I hope to die
Just get a load of this
When you get high, doggone the pie
Baby! C'mon, knock me a kiss
When you pressed your sweet little lips to mine
Then I understood
They taste like candy, brandy and wine
Peaches, bananas and everything fine
I love jam and no film flam
Scratch that off my list
This aint no jam, the jam can scram
Baby! C'mon, knock me a kiss
Yeah baby, when you pressed your sweet little lips to mine
Twas then I understood, oh babe
They taste like candy, brandy and wine
Peaches, bananas and everything fine
I love jam and no film flam
Scratch that off my list
This aint no jam, the jam can scram
Baby! C'mon, knock me a kiss
Knock me a kiss
TV Is King Composer(s): Cotton Bend - Fee Waybill - Prince - Vince Welnick Performer(s): The Tubes
I wish I was the man with the mechanical heart I'd conquer all my enemies alone I'd tear the guys apart then scatter the pieces
I wish I was the man in the soundproof booth I wish I had a chance to stump the band or maybe tell truth and maybe I could win a color television
I really love my--television I love to sit by--television Can't live without my--television TV is king You're my everything
I wish I had the girl with the bouncy hair We'd ride off in a brand new car or fly a plane somewhere like probably Jamaica I brush my teeth, shampoo my hair, and shave my face Apply the necessary aerosol in the appropriate place And we'll spend the night together watching television
I can't turn off my--television Don't really know why--television I understand my--television You got your works in a drawer and your color's on track You have to break away but you always come back You make a hundred changes but you're always the same You make me so excited and you make me so lame You're just a tube full of gas and a box full of tin But you show me your charms and I want to jump in Oh if only your chassis was covered with skin 'Cause TV you're my everything
I really love my--television I love to sit by--television Can't live without my--television I can't turn off my--television Don't really know why--television I understand my--television I really love my--television
I Wished On The Moon Composer(s): Ralph Rainger; Dorothy Parker First performance by: Bing Crosby - 1935 and multiple other artists
I wished on the moon, for something I never knew Wished on the moon, for more than I ever knew A sweeter rose, a softer sky, an April day That would not dance away
I begged of the stars to throw me a beam or two Wished on the stars and asked for a dream or two I looked for every loveliness, it all came true I wished on the moon .... for you
Knock On Wood
((French Version: Aussi Dur Que Du Bois (by Johnny Hallyday) - 1967))
Composer(s): Eddie Floyd - Steve Cropper
First release by: Eddie Floyd - 1966
Covered by multiple other artists
I dont want to lose you, this good thing
that I got cause if I do
I will surely surely lose a lot
'cause your love is better than any love I know
it's like thunder and lightning
the way you love me is frightening
you better knock, knock on wood, baby
I'm not superstitious about ya
but I can't take no chance
I got me spinnin, baby, you know I'm in a trance
'cause your love is better
than any love I know
it's like thunder and lightning
the way you love me is frightening
you better knock, knock on wood, baby
it's no secret about it
that woman is my loving cup
'cause she sees to it, that I get enough
just one touch from here
you know it means so much
it's like thunder and lightening
the way you love me is frightening
you better knock, knock on wood, baby
you better knock, knock, knock on wood
Tuxedo Junction Composer(s): Erskine Hawkins - Julian Dash - Bill Johnson - Buddy Feyne First release: Erskine Hawkins & His Orch. - 1939 Covered by multiple other artists
Feelin' low Rockin' slow I want to go Right back where I belong
Way down south in Birmingham I mean south in Alabam' There's an old place where people go To dance the night away
They all drive or walk for miles To get jive that southern style It's an old jive that makes you want To dance till break of day
It's a junction where the town folks meet At each function in a tux they greet you
Come on down, forget your care Come on down, you'll find me there So long town, I'm heading for Tuxedo Junction now
Feelin' low Rockin' slow I want to go Right back where I belong
Way down south in Birmingham I mean south in Alabam' There's an old place where people go To dance the night away
They all drive or walk for miles To get jive that southern style It's an old jive that makes you want To dance till break of day
It's a junction where the town folks meet At each function in a tux they greet you
Come on down, forget your care Come on down, you'll find me there So long town, I'm heading for Tuxedo Junction now
I Wish You Love
((Adapted from: Que Reste-T-Il De Nos Amours? (Charles Trenet) - 1942))
Composer(s): Charles Trenet - Léo Chauliac - Albert A. Beach
Performer(s): Keely Smith - 1957
and multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1977 - Ce-A Mai Iramas? (Alla Baianova)
1988 - Che Cosa Resterà Di Me (Gianni Morandi)
1999 - Che Cosa Resta (Franco Battiato)
Goodbye, no use leading with our chins This is where our story ends Never lovers, ever friends
Goodbye, let our hearts call it a day But before you walk away I sincerely want to say
I wish you bluebirds in the Spring To give your heart a song to sing And then a kiss, but more than this I wish you love
And in July, a lemonade To cool you in some leafy glade I wish you health and more than wealth, I wish you love My breaking heart and I agree That you and I could never be So with my best, my very best, I set you free
I wish you shelter from the storm A cozy fire to keep you warm But most of all, when snowflakes fall I wish you love
I wish you bluebirds in the Spring To give your heart a song to sing And then a kiss, but more than this I wish you love
And in July, a lemonade To cool you in some leafy glade I wish you health and more than wealth, I wish you love My breaking heart and I agree That you and I could never be So with my best, my very best, I set you free
I wish you shelter from the storm A cozy fire to keep you warm But most of all, when snowflakes fall I wish you love
