Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Mambo No. 5 (A Little Bit Of ...) Composer(s): Lou Bega; Pérez Prado; Zippy Performer(s): Lou Bega
Ladies and gentlemen This is Mambo No.5
One, two, three, four, five Everybody in the car, so come on Lets ride to the liqueur-store around the corner The boys say they want some gin and juice But I really dont wanna Beerbust like I had last week I must stay deep Because talk is cheap I like Angela, Pamela, Sandra and Rita And as I continue you know They are getting sweeter So what can I do I really beg and you my Lord To me flirting its just like sport, anything fly Its all good let me dump it Please set in the trumpet
Refrain: A little bit of Mardi Gras in my life A little bit of Erica by my side A little bit of Rita is all I need A little bit of Tina is what I see A little bit of Sandra in the sun A little bit of Mary all night long A little bit of Jessica here I am A little bit of you makes me your man
Mambo No.5
Jump up and down go and move it all around Shake your head to the sound Put your hand on the ground Take one step left And one step right One to the front and one to the side Clap your hands once And clap your hands twice And if it looks like this Then you are doing it right
Refrain Trumpet The trumpet Mambo No.5
Refrain
I do all To fall in love with a girl like you You cant run and you cant hide You and me gonna touch the sky
32-20 Blues Composer(s): Skip James Performer(s): Robert Johnson
If I send for my baby, and she don't come If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come All the doctors in Hot Springs sure can't help her none
And if she gets unruly, thinks she don't wan' do And if she gets unruly and thinks she don't wan' do Take my 32-20, now, and cut her half in two
She got a .38 special but I believe it's most too light She got a .38 special but I believe it's most too light I got a 32-20, got to make the caps alright
If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come All the doctors in Hot Springs sure can't help her none
I'm gonna shoot my pistol, gonna shoot my gatling I'm gonna shoot my pistol, gotta shoot my gatling gun You made me love you, now your man have come
Aha, baby, where you stayed last night Aha, baby, where you stayed last night You got your hair all tangled and you ain't talking right
Her .38 special, boys, it do very well Her .38 special, boys, it do very well I got a 32-20 now, and it's a burning
If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come All the doctors in Wisconsin sure can't help her none
Hey, hey, baby, where you stayed last night Hey, hey, baby, where you stayed last night You didn't come home until the sun was shining bright
A-ho boy, I just can't take my rest A-ho boy, I just can't take my rest With this 32-20 laying up and down my breast
Marcie in a coat of flowers Steps inside a candy store Reds are sweet and greens are sour Still no letter at her door So she'll wash her flower curtains Hang them in the wind to dry Dust her tables with his shirt and Wave another day goodbye
Marcie's faucet needs a plumber Marcie's sorrow needs a man Red is autumn green is summer Greens are turning and the sand All along the ocean beaches Stares up empty at the sky Marcie buys a bag of peaches Stops a postman passing by And summer goes Falls to the sidewalk like string and brown paper Winter blows Up from the river there's no one to take her To the sea
Marcie dresses warm its snowing Takes a yellow cab uptown Red is stop and green's for going Sees a show and rides back down Down along the Hudson River Past the shipyards in the cold Still no letter's been delivered Still the winter days unfold Like magazines Fading in dusty grey attics and cellars Make a dream Dream back to summer and hear how he tells her Wait for me
Marcie leaves and doesn't tell us Where or why she moved away Red is angry green is jealous That was all she had to say Someone thought they saw her Sunday Window shopping in the rain Someone heard she bought a one-way ticket And went west again
Marchand De Fruits Composer(s): Jean-Yves Gran Performer(s): Dalida
J'ai tous les fruits de la terre Les plus doux, les plus doux, les plus doux Je ne les vends pas bien cher Quelque sous, quelque sous, quelque sous J'ai tous les fruits de la terre Les plus doux, les plus doux, les plus doux Ils n'ont traversés la mer Que pour vous, que pour vous, que pour vous
Vous emporterez chez vous tous les goûts quelle senteur Que nous apporte la houle les matins chargés de fleurs Vous emporterez aussi une grappe de soleil qui scintille à l'infini Sur les branches dés le réveil
Et moi et moi sur un bateau tout blanc J'irai là bas parer d'or et d'argent Et là et là j'écouterai en rêvant Pour moi pour moi crié tous les marchands
J'ai tous les fruits de la terre Les plus doux, les plus doux, les plus doux Je ne les vends pas bien cher Quelque sous, quelque sous, quelque sous J'ai tous les fruits de la terre Les plus doux, les plus doux, les plus doux Ils n'ont traversé la mer Que pour vous, que pour vous, que pour vous
Vous emporterez chez vous un reflet de l'océan Qui danse devant la proue d'un navire insouciant Vous emporterez aussi une brasse de sourire Que les enfants de mon île m'ont donnés pour vous offrir
Et moi et moi sur un bateau tout blanc J'irai là bas parer d'or et d'argent Et là et là j'écouterai en rêvant Pour moi, pour moi crié tous les marchands
J'ai tous les fruits de la terre Les plus doux, les plus, les plus doux Je ne les vends pas bien cher Quelque sous, quelque sous, quelque sous J'ai tous les fruits de la terre Les plus doux, les plus doux, les plus doux Ils n'ont traversés la mer Que pour vous, que pour vous, que pour vous!
Marcha De Los Pobladores Composer(s): Victor Jara Performer(s): Victor Jara
Poblador compañero poblador seguiremos avanzando hasta el final poblador compañero poblador por los hijos, por la patria y el hogar poblador compañero poblador ahora la historia es para ti con techo, abrigo y pan marchemos juntos al porvenir Poblador compañero poblador con las banderas del gobierno popular poblador compañero poblador por los hijos, por la patria y el hogar poblador compañero poblador ahora la historia es para ti con techo, abrigo y pan marchemos juntos al porvenir
Sin techo, es como vivir sin pan sin pan, es como vivir sin vida sin razon, sin fe, sin justicia sin esperanza, sin alegria Con techo, la vida es mucho mejor mejor, con nuestra organizacion para los que no han nacido trabajemos siempre unidos y sera Chile el gran hogar
Poblador compañero poblador seguiremos avanzando hasta el final poblador compañero poblador por los hijos, por la patria y el hogar poblador compañero poblador ahora la historia es para ti con techo, abrigo y pan marchemos juntos al porvenir Poblador compañero poblador con las banderas del gobierno popular poblador compañero poblador por los hijos, por la patria y el hogar poblador compañero poblador ahora la historia es para ti con techo, abrigo y pan marchemos juntos al porvenir
'39 Composer(s): Brian May; Queen Performer(s): Queen
'In the year of thirty-nine' Assembled here the volunteers In the days when lands were few Here the ship sailed out into the blue and sunny morn The sweetest sight ever seen And the night followed day And the story tellers say That the score brave souls inside For many a lonely day Sailed across the milky seas Never looked back never feared never cried
Don't you here my call Thought you're many years away Don't you hear me calling you Write your letters in the sand For the day I'll take your hand In the land that our grand-children knew
'In the year of thirty-nine' Came a ship in from the blue The volunteers came home that day And they bring good news Of a world so newly born Though their hearts so heavily weigh For the earth is old and grey Little darlin' we'll away But my love this cannot be Oh so many years have gone Though I'm older than a year Your mothers eyes from your eyes cry to me
Don't you hear my call Though you're may years away Don't you hear me calling you Write your letters in the sand For the day I'll take you hand In the land that our grand-children knew
Don't you hear my call Though you're may years away Don't you hear me calling you All your letters in the sand Cannot heal me like your hand For my life still ahead pity me
Hagamos una rueda una bandada de locos sin colmillos un coro de solitarios y de tristes una fanfarria de genios indispuestos una horda primitiva con camisas
¿porqué no hacemos algo que tenga que ver? ya estoy cansado de cansarme de cantar
Hagamos una rueda los que se comen las uñas en la clase los que montan a los trenes sin boleto los que rompemos cristales a pedradras los que pellizcan a todas las mujeres
hagamos una rueda en L y 23 a ver si la gente se embulla a no vagar
Hagamos una rueda y vamos a recoger a los que bostezan y vamos a incorporar a los papagayos y vamos a darles cuerda por un siglo
hacer una rueda sale muy barato y los tacaños no se tiene que asustar sólo tenemos que salir juntos de aquí
hagamos una rueda o acaso una ruedita como una semillita
Non È Casa Mia Dutch & French Titles:
Zelfs Al Kwam Je Terug; Même Si Tu Revenais Composer(s): Bernard Kesselair; L. Konyn; D. Silver Performer(s): Dalida
(Originally performed by: Claude François)
Qualche mese fa, avrei detto mai Ma i ricordi poi, m'hanno detto vai Son tornata qui, fuori di città Non volevo ma, sono quà Questo viale io, lo conosco già Quella casa li, la conosco già Abitava qui, la felicità Ci stavamo noi tempo fà
Ma da quando sei andato via Questa no non è casa mia Visto che non tornavi più Son partita anch'io come hai fatto tu
Ma se un giorno tu, ci ripenserai E i ricordi tuoi, ti siranno vai Non cercare qui, la felicità Se n'è andata via, tempo fà Tu non troverai, rose nel giardino Tu non troverai, fuoco nel camino Tutto è chiuso qui, da un'eternità E la polvere, ti dirai
Che da quando sei andato via Questa no, non è casa mia Visto che, non mi amavi più Son partita anch'io come hai futto tu E da quando sei andato via Questa no, non è casa mia Visto che non mi amavi più Son partita anch'io, Come hai fatto tu Che da quando sei andato via Questa no, non è casa mia Visto che, non mi amavi più Son partita anch'io come hai futto tu E da quando sei andato via Questa no...
3-D Composer(s): Rick Nielsen Performer(s): Cheap Trick
Look at me, I appear in the night Look at me, I'm made up of lights Look at me, I am really a sight A sight to behold To hold with your eyes Look at me, I can move like you Look at me, I can zoom in on you Look at me, I can...and scream I can make you laugh, I can make you scream 3-D, the more you look The more you'll see 3-D, the more you The closer I'll see you Look at me, I'm out of control Look at me You can look down my throat Look at me, but can't out just me I'm mind, I'm matter on the video screen Look at me, ooh, the reds and greens Look at me, all the colors so real Look at me, I'll make you laugh And I'll make you scream I'm mind, I'm matter on the video screen 3-D, the more you look The more you'll see 3-D, the more you The closer I'll see you I like what I see I feel good about me You'll like what you see You'll like what you see You'll like what you see You'll like what you see You'll like what you see Well it's in 3-D 3-D, the more you look The more you'll see 3-D, the more you look The more you'll see 3-D, the more you look The more you'll see 3-D, the more you look The closer I'll see you
Maravilha Composer(s): Chico Buarque; Francis Hime Performer(s): Francis Hime
Maravilha Ilha de luz Quero tua cor mulata A tua verde mata Os teus mares azuis Maravilha Também quero o teu bagaço A força do teu braço O afago dos teus calos Quero os teus regalos Encharcados de suor Antilha Ilha de amor Jura que a felicidade É mais que uma vontade É mais que uma quimera Ai, eu quero uma lembrança Eu quero uma esperança A tua primavera Ai, eu quero um teu pedaço Entorna o teu melaço Sobre a minha terra
Non Dimenticar
Italian Title: T'Ho Voluto Bene
Composer(s): Michele Galdieri;
P.G. Redi; Shelley Dobbins
Performer(s): Nat King Cole;
and various other artists
Non dimenticar
Don't forget you are my darling
Don't forget to be
All you mean to me
Non dimenticar
My love is like a star, my darling
Shining bright and clear
Just because you're here
Please do not forget that our lips have met
And I've held you, dear
Was it dreams ago my heart felt this glow
Or only just tonight, dear
Non dimenticar
Although you travel far, my darling
It's my heart you own, so I'll wait alone
Non dimenticar
Se ci separò, se ci allontanò
L'ala del destino
Non ne ho colpa, no, e mi sentiro
Sempre a te vicino
Non dimenticar
Although you travel far, my darling
It's my heart you own, so I'll wait alone
Non dimenticar (Non dimenticar)
3-Minute Rule Composer(s): Beastie Boys Performer(s): Beastie Boys
Stay up all night go to sleep watching Dragnet Never sleep alone because Jimmy's the magnet I'm so rope they call me Mr. Roper When the troubles arise I'm the cool coper On the mic I score just like the Yankees Get over on Ms. Crabtree like my main man Spankee Excuse me young lady I don't mean to trouble ya But you're looking mighty fine inside your B.M.W. I got lucky I brought home a kitten Before I got busy I slipped on the mitten Can't get better odds cause I'm a sure thing Proud Mary keeps on turning rolling like a Ring Ding Jump the turnstile never pay the toll Doo wa diddy bust with the pre-roll Customs jails me over an herb seed Don't rat on your boy over some rat weed I'm out of your back door and into another Your boyfriend doesn't know about me and your mother Not perfect grammar always perfect timing The Mike stands for money and the D. is for diamonds
Roses are red the sky is blue I got my barrel at your neck so what the fuck you gonna do It's just two wheels and me the wind in my eyes The engine is the music and my nine's by my side Cause you know Y. A. U. C. H. I'm takin' all M.C.'s out in the place Takin' life as it comes no fool am I I'm goin' off gettin' paid and I don't ask why Playin' beats on my box makin' music for the many Know alota def girls that would do anything A lot of parents like to think I'm a villain I'm just chillin' like Bob Dylan I smoke cheeba it helps me with my brain I might be a little dusted but I'm not insane People come up to me and they try to talk shit man I've been making records since you were sucking on your mother's dick
Girl you're walking tall now with your fancy clothes You got fancy things going up your nose You get fancy gifts from expensive men You're a dog on a leash like a pig in a pen Mothership connection getting girl's affection If your life needs correction don't follow my direction You got your 8 by 10 your agent your Harley You be driving around Hollywood yes sorry charlie Cause I'm running things like some Mack motherfucker Your only claim to fame is you're a false fake sucker You slip you slack you clock me you lack While I'm reading on the road by my man Jack Kerouac Poetry in motion coconut lotion I had to diss the girl because she got too emotional Are you experienced little girl I want to know what goes on in your little girl world Cause I'm on your mind it's hard to forget me I'll take your pride for a ride if you let me So peace out ya'll I'm PCP so I'm out Full throttle to the bottle and full full clout And I'm out
Marabout Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg; Bob Sinclar
Y en a marabout Y en a marabout Y en a marabout Y en a marabout Marabout Marabout Marabout Marabout Y en a marre Marabout Y en a marre Marabout Y en a marre Marabout Y en a marre Marabout Bout d'ficelle C'est la vie Vie de chien Chien de temps Tant qu'à faire Faire les cons Qu'on se marre Marabout Bout d'ficelle C'est la vie Vie de chien Chien de temps T'en fais pas Paméla
Y en a marabout Y en a marabout Y en a marabout Y en a marabout Marabout Marabout Marabout Marabout Y en a marre Marabout Y en a marre Marabout Y en a marre Marabout Y en a marre Marabout Bout d'ficelle C'est la vie Vie de chien Chien de temps Tant qu'à faire Faire les cons Qu'on se marre Marabout Bout d'ficelle C'est l'amour Amour tendre Entre nous N'oublie pas Paméla
4 + 20 Composer(s): Stephen Stills Performer(s): Stephen Stills; Fareed Hague; Sonya Hunter; Rice, Rice, Hillman & Pedersen
Four and twenty years ago I come into this life The son of a woman and a man who lived in strife He was tired of being poor And he wasn't into selling door to door And he worked like the devil to be more
A different kind of poverty now upsets me so Night after sleepless night, I walk the floor and I want to know Why am I so alone? Where is my woman, can I bring her home? Have I driven her away? Is she gone?
Morning comes to sunrise and I'm driven to my bed I see that it is empty and there's devils in my head I embrace the many colored beast I grow weary of the torment, can there be no peace? And I find myself just wishing that my life would simply cease
4 Am Composer(s): Mike Barson; McPherson Performer(s): Madness
Terry turns, he just cannot sleep From the ceaseless noise out on the street It's too hot, its too late There's nothing he can do but wait
Terry says Im going nowhere fast Nobody hears, there's no-one there Julie wakes to find herself alone Which comes as no surprise, no surprise No surprise to be on her own
It's four in the morning Why dont you call me I'm sorry I hurt you I still want you back It's four in the morning
Julie wakes to find herself alone Which comes as no surprise, no surprise No surprise to be on her own
It's four in the morning Why dont you call me I'm sorry I hurt you I still want you back It's four in the morning
Waiting, Im so tired of waiting
It's four in the morning Why dont you call me I'm sorry I hurt you I still want you back It's four in the morning I know what youre thinking Youre alone now I'm sorry I hurt you I still want you back
It's four in the morning Why dont you call me I'm so tired of waiting I still want you back
Mar En Fuga Composer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Cómo escapar cómo escapar de esta sombra que sólo se nombra en la oscuridad y echa a andar esposado a la penumbra que no se deslumbra por la claridad Cómo salir cómo salir de esta duda que todo lo anuda por contradicción sin elegir una cara de la luna pues no está en ninguna la contestación Como mar en fuga entre río y nube como mar en fuga que desciende y sube huyendo siempre de sí misma pero siempre, pero siempre la misma mar en fuga Cómo olvidar cómo olvidar la memoria que empuja a su historia a la soledad sin recordar cada noche, cada día de la biografía que va haciendo edad Cómo partir cómo partir del destrozo que queda del gozo por la destrucción sin impedir el milagro del latido que aún sueña, dormido en el corazón Como mar en fuga...
Mar E Lua Composer(s): Chico Buarque Performer(s): Chico Buarque
Amaram o amor urgente As bocas salgadas pela maresia As costas lanhadas pela tempestade Naquela cidade Distante do mar Amaram o amor serenado Das noturnas praias Levantavam as saias E se enluaravam de felicidade Naquela cidade Que não tem luar Amavam o amor proibido Pois hoje é sabido Todo mundo conta Grávida de lua E outra andava nua Ávida de mar
E foram ficando marcadas Ouvindo risadas, sentindo arrepios Olhando pro rio tão cheio de lua E que continua Correndo pro mar E foram correnteza abaixo Rolando no leito Engolindo água Boiando com as algas Arrastando folhas Carregando flores E a se desmanchar E foram virando peixes Virando conchas Virando seixos Virando areia Prateada areia Com lua cheia E à beira-mar
