Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Art Lover Composer(s): Ray Davies First release by: The Kinks - 1981
Sunday afternoon there's something special It's just like another world Jogging in the park is my excuse To look at all the little girls
I'm not a flasher in a rain coat I'm not a dirty old man I'm not gonna snatch you from your mother I'm an art lover Come to daddy Ah, come to daddy Come to daddy
Pretty little legs, I want to draw them Like a Degas ballerina Pure white skin, like porcelain She's a work of art and I should know I'm an art lover Come to daddy And I'll give you some spangles
Little girl don't notice me Watching as she innocently plays She can't see me staring at her Because I'm always wearing shades She feeds the ducks, looks at the flowers I follow her around for hours and hours I'd take her home, but that could never be She's just a substitute For what's been taken from me Ah, come to daddy, come on
Sunday afternoon can't last forever Wish I could take you home So, come on, give us a smile Before you vanish out of view I've learned to appreciate you The way art lovers do And I only want to look at you
D-i-v-o-r-c-e Composer(s): Bobby Braddock; Curley Putman Performer(s): Tammy Wynette
Our little boy is four years old and quite a little man So we spell out the words we don't want him to understand Like T-o-y or maybe S-u-r-p-r-i-s-e But the words we're hiding from him now Tear the heart right out of me
Chorus: Our D-i-v-o-r-c-e becomes final today Me and little J-o-e will be goin' away I love you both and it will be pure H-e double L for me Oh, I wish that we could stop this D-i-v-o-r-c-e
Watch him smile, he thinks it Christmas or his 5th Birthday And he thinks C-u-s-t-o-d-y spells fun or play I spell out all the hurtin' words, and turn my head when I speak 'Cause I can't spell away this hurt That's drippin' down my cheek
Torture Composer(s): John D. Loudermilk First release by: Kris Jensen - 1962 Covered by multiple other artists
Torture, torture Baby, you're torturing me Why do you lead me around And make me chase ya When I catch ya, You won't let me embrace ya Please baby, have a heart Cause can't you see You're torturing me Torturing me
This torture that I'm going through Is worth the pain if I have you So, if you love me, let me know But if you don't, please let me go Torture, torture Baby, you're torturing me
You know that I'm crazy about you Yet you make me do without you Do you mean to hurt, or don't you see You're torturing me, torturing me
D.i.v.o.r.c.e.
Composer(s): Billy Connolly
Performer(s): Billy Connolly
Our little dog is six years old, and he's smart as any damn kid But when you mention the V.e.t. he damn near flips his lid Words like S.h.o.t. shot or W.o.r.m. worm These are words which make him S.q.u.i.r.m. squirm His Q.u.a.r.a.n.t.i.n.e starts today Because he bit the V.e.t. and then he ran away He caused me and my wife to have a big fight, and then, both of them bit me And that's why I am gonna get a D.i.v.o.r.c.e.
She shouted "get him Rover," and he jumped over, and bit my L.e.g. She sank her teeth in my b.u.m. and called me an effin B. Well I'm telling you, that was my cue, to get O.f.f.-ski And I'm going down to the town tonight to get a new B.i.r.d.
Oh yes his Q.u.a.r.a.n.t.i.n.e starts today Both my wife and my wee scabby dog will soon be hauled away That's why I spell out all these words, so as my dog can't hear Oh I must admit that dog is acting Q.u.e.r. queer
Oh, I must admit that dog is acting Q.u.e.r. queer
Art Is Calling For Me (I Want To Be A Prima Donna)
Art Is Calling For Me (I Want To Be A Prima Donna) Composer(s): Victor Herbert - Harry B. Smith Performer(s): Louise Bliss and multiple other artists
Mama is a queen and papa is a king So I am a princess and I know it But court etiquette is a dull dreary thing I just hate it all, and I know it To sing on the stage that's the one life for me My figure's just like Tetrazzini I know I'd win fame if I sang in "Boheme" That op'ra by Signor Puccini I've roulades and the trills that would send the cold chills down the backs of all hearers of my vocal frills
I long to be a prima donna donna donna I long to shine upon the stage I have the embonpoint to become a queen of song and my figure would look pretty as a page I want to be a screechy peachy cantatrice like other plump girls that I see I hate society, I hate propriety -Art is calling for me
I'm in the elite, and men sigh at my feet Still I do not fancy my position I have not much use for the men that I meet I quite burn with lyric ambition Those tenors so sweet, if they made love to me I'd be a success that I do know and Melba I'd oust, if I once sang in "Faust" That op'ra so charming by Gounod Girls would be on the brink of hysterics, I think, even strong men would have to go out for a drink.
I long to be a prima donna donna donna I long to shine upon the stage With my avoirdupois and my tra-la-la-la-la I would be the chief sensation of the age I long to hear them shouting "Viva to the diva" O very lovely that must be That's what I'm sighing for That's what I'm dying for - Art is calling for me!
Divers Do It Deeper Composer(s): David Allen Coe Performer(s): David Allen Coe
It was to cold to stay in the North And LA seemd the most likely place I could be Those Malibu nights And those Hollywood lights, were blinding me I longed for a lover To help me discover The key that would unlock loves door While diving the reefs Lord she changed my beliefs As we made love on the ocean floor
And she whispered Divers do it deeper Jockeys do it shorter Bricklayers always make it just a little bit stronger Sailors do it wetter Soldiers do it better But Cowboys stay in the saddle just a little bit longer
I moved from LA For a good job with pay Riding the range for the Double Bar J Till the rodeo came And I put in my name For the bullriding contest that day The Judges were watching But they never noticed the girl standing close to my chute She picked me to win I could tell by her grin As she reached out and patted my boot
And she said Divers do it deeper Pilots do it higher Bricklayers always make it just a little bit stronger Doctors do it cleaner Bikers do it meaner But Cowboys stay in the saddle just a little bit longer
Divers do it deeper Jockeys do it shorter Bricklayers always make it just a little bit stronger, stronger Saliors do it wetter Soldiers do it better But Cowboys stay in the saddle just a little bit longer
Ditty Wah Ditty
Composer(s): Arthur Blake
Performer(s): Ry Cooder; Bob Kelly
There's a great big mystery And it sure is worrying me It's a ditty wah ditty Mister ditty wah ditty I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty means
I went out and walked around Somebody yelled, "Now who's in town?" Mister ditty wah ditty Mister ditty wah ditty I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty means
Some little girl 'bout four-feet-four Said, "Come on, papa, and gimme some mo'" Your ditty wah ditty Your ditty wah ditty I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty means
I went to church, put my hat on the seat A lady sat on it and said, "Daddy you sho' is sweet" Mister ditty wah ditty Mister ditty wah ditty I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty means
I said, "Sister, I'll soon be gone Just give me that thing that you're sitting on" My ditty wah ditty Mister ditty wah ditty I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty means
Then I got put outta the church 'Cause I talked about ditty wah ditty too much Mister ditty wah ditty Mister ditty wah ditty I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty means
Art For Art's Sake Composer(s): Graham Gouldman - Eric Stewart Performer(s): 10 cc
Give me your body Give me your mind Open your heart Pull down the blind Give me your love give me it all Give me in the kitchen give me in the hall Art for arts sake Money for God's sake Art for Arts sake Money for God's sake Give me the readies Give me the cash Give me a bullet Give me a smash Give me a silver give me a gold Make it a million for when I get old Art for arts sake Money for God's sake Art for Arts sake Money for God's sake Money talks so listen to it Money talks to me Anyone can understand it Money can't be beat Oh no When you get down, down to the root Don't give a damn don't give a hoot Still got to keep making the loot Chauffeur driven Got to make her quick as you can Give her loving make you a man Get her in the palm of your hand Bread from Heaven Give me a country Where I can be free Don't need the unions Strangling me Keep me in exile the rest of my days Burn me in hell but as long as it pays Art for arts sake Money for God's sake Art for arts sake Money for God's sake Art for arts sake Money for God's sake Art for arts sake Money for God's sake
Dites, Si C'était Vrai Composer(s): Jacques Brel Performer(s): Jacques Brel
Dites, dites, si c'était vrai S'il était né vraiment à Bethléem, dans une étable Dites, si c'était vrai Si les rois Mages étaient vraiment venus de loin, de fort loin Pour lui porter l'or, la myrrhe, l'encens Dites, si c'était vrai Si c'était vrai tout ce qu'ils ont écrit Luc, Matthieu Et les deux autres Dites, si c'était vrai Si c'était vrai le coup des Noces de Cana Et le coup de Lazare Dites, si c'était vrai Si c'était vrai ce qu'ils racontent les petits enfants Le soir avant d'aller dormir Vous savez bien, quand ils disent Notre Père, quand ils disent Notre Mère Si c'était vrai tout cela Je dirais oui Oh, sûrement je dirais oui Parce que c'est tellement beau tout cela Quand on croit que c'est vrai
Waar ter wereld ik ook kwam Nimmer trof ik zo een bende Als in 't oude Amsterdam Welgelegen aan het IJ Leven zij daar vrij en blij Ronkend in gepoetste blikkies Vreemde vogels met hun stickies Uit hun monden wolken rook Als liepen zij op oliestook Speedy kauwend met hun tanden Geen parkeerplaats meer voorhanden En daar sta je op de stoep Glijend door de hondepoep Ja 't is d'r druk genoeg Op de straat en in de kroeg Waar Bolle Jan z'n biertje hijst En de jukebox vrolijk krijst Z'n vrouw die krijgt haar eerste wee Op 'n zaaltje in 't WG Lijkt de baby op z'n vader Wordt 't wel een keizersnee Van een metertje of twee Amsterdam holadiee
Big city Big city Big big city You're so pretty Hare Krishna's op de dam Douwen in je hand een brieffie Hoe je happy leven kan Zo te zien en volgens mij Zijn ze zelf niet zo blij De haringman staat op z'n stekkie Met een bleek vertrokken bekkie Eet 'm nou maar op meneer Met die walmen van 't verkeer 'k Neem u echt niet in de maling Is 't zo gerookte paling En daar staat een Arabier Eet patat met veel plezier Gebakken in, da's interessant De olie uit z'n vaderland Een Engelsman zit shocking klem Between de deuren van de tram Een dame als een toverfee In een grote BMW Wil je van 't trottoir afracen 't Zal wel een temeier wezen Met d'r vent in de WW Amsterdam holadiee
Big city Big city Big big city You're so pretty
En Thorbecke schudt z'n knar Ziet ze gaan en ziet ze komen Hangend aan de volle bar Lessen zij hun grote dorst Aan de barvrouw's blote borst 't Wijkgebouw dat staat te trillen Als daar de gitaren gillen Want de beat-band uit de buurt Heeft 'r weer een zaal gehuurd Ome Jaap die trekt benee Z'n accordeon in twee Tante Jans in de bistro Eet andijvie uit een po Waar de trams de hoek om gillen Of ze katten staat te villen En je redt je vege lijf Anders word je koud en stijf Met al die mensen op een kluit Denk je soms "ik wil d'r uit" Eenzaam in je blote billen Door een oerwoud lopen rillen Nee dat valt toch ook niet mee Amsterdam holadiee
Disturbance
Composer(s): Roy Wood
Performer(s): The Move
When I was a little boy
my mama dropped me on my head
I felt kinda dizzy but the doctor
made note of how I did
Ever since then there's been a slight disturbance in my mind
a kind of disarrangement that the surgeons cannot find
At the age of seven I just couldn't read my ABC
but I gave my teacher tips on how the caveman used to be
Ever since then there's been a slight disturbance in my mind
a kind of disarrangement that the surgeons cannot find
Reach the age of 21 ain't got no key to fit my door
day and night I'm looning around
just don't know what I'm looking for
Will they carry me away?
Oh will they carry me away?
I was 97 and I'm sure my brain it had enough
racing round in jet planes cause
my sports car ain't quite fast enough
Ever since then there's been a slight disturbance in my mind
a kind of disarrangement that the surgeons cannot find
Will they carry me away?
Oh will they carry me away?
Will they carry me away?
Oh will they carry me away?
Distant Drums Composer(s): Cindy Walker Performer(s): Jim Reeves
I hear the sound of distant drums Far away, far away And if they call for me to come Then I must go, and you must stay
So, Mary, marry me, let's not wait Let's share all the time we can before it's too late Love me now, for now is all the time there may be If you love me, Mary, Mary, marry me
I hear the sound of bugles blow' Far away, far away And if they call, then I must go Across the sea, so wild and grey
So, Mary, marry me, let's not wait Or the distant drums might change our wedding day And love me now, for now is all the time there may be If you love me, Mary, Mary, marry me
I Feel Love Composer(s): Donna Summer - Giorgio Moroder - Pete Bellotte First release by: Donna Summer - 1977 Covered by multiple other artists
Ooh it's so good, it's so good it's so good, it's so good it's so good Ooh heaven knows, heaven knows heaven knows, heaven knows heaven knows Ooh I feel love, I feel love I feel love, I feel love I feel love
I feel love, I feel love, I feel love
Ooh fallin' free, fallin' free fallin' free, fallin' free fallin' free Ooh you and me, you and me you and me, you and me you and me Ooh I feel love, I feel love I feel love, I feel love I feel love
I feel love, I feel love, I feel love
Ooh I'll get you, I'll get you I'll get you, I'll get you I'll get you Ooh what you do, what you do what you do, what you do what you do Ooh I feel love, I feel love I feel love, I feel love I feel love
Arrow Through Me Composer(s): Paul McCartney Performer(s): Wings; Richie Havens; Laurence Juber
Ooh, baby, you couldn't have done a worse thing to me If you'da taken an arrow and run it right through me Ooh Ooh baby, a bird in the hand is worth two flyin' But when it came to love, I'd knew you'd be lyin' It could have been a finer thing Would have been a major attraction With no other thing: offering a note of distraction come on, get up, get under way, bring your love Ooh baby, you wouldn't have found a more down hero If you'da started at nothing and counted to ze-e-ro
Oo-oo-oo Ooh baby, you couldn't have done a worse thing to me If you'da taken an arrow and run it right through me It could have been a finer thing Would have been a major attraction If no other thing than offering a no love distraction
