Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Little Boy Fishing Off A Wooden Pier Composer(s): Shirley Abicair - Bill Lovelock Performer(s): Shirley Abicair
Little boy fishing off a wooden pier Come fish, bite fish, swim along here Little boy wonder why the fish don't float Little boy wanna buy a fishing boat
Little boy fishing off a wooden pier Come fish, bite fish, swim along here Little boy got to buy boat some way Then he go fishing all the live long day
Dog fish, cat fish, any this or that fish Please swim by my line Can't catch shell fish, but I want to sell fish Got to make some money for that boat of mine
Little boy dreaming with a secret smile Some day sail away cannibal isle Little boy wonder when his boat will come Little boy slumber now the day is done
Dreaming is nothing if it ain't worth while Keep on dreaming little man-child Many a general would eat his hat To give away talking and to do just that
Little boy richer than a millionaire All he got is trouble and care Soon enough little boy'll grow big man Then he go fishingg for the frying pan
Dog fish, cat fish, any this or that fish Please swim by my line Can't catch shell fish, but I want to sell fish Got to make some money for that boat of mine
Little boy fishing off a wooden pier Come fish, bite fish, swim along here Little boy sleepy and he sail away In his dreamboat down to Blanket Bay
Maid Of Bond Street Composer(s): David Bowie Performer(s): David Bowie
This girl is made of lipstick Powder and paint Sees the pictures of herself Every magazine on every shelf
This girl is maid of Bond Street Hailing cabs, lunches with executives Gleaming teeth sip aperitifs
This girl is a lonely girl Takes the train from Paddington to Oxford Circus Buys the Daily News But passengers don't smile at her, don't smile at her
This girl is made of loneliness A broken heart For the boy that she once knew Doesn't want to know her any more
And this girl is a lonely girl Every thing she wants is hers But she can't make it with the boy she really wants to be with All the time, to love, all the time
This boy is made of envy Jealousy He doesn't have a limousine Really wants to be a star himself
This girl, her world is made of flashlights and films Her cares are scraps on the cutting room floor
And maids of Bond Street drive round in chauffered cars Maids of Bond Street picture clothes, eyes of stars Maids of Bond Street shouldn't have worldly cares Maids of Bond Street shouldn't have love affairs
Little Boy Blue Composer(s): Eugene Field - Ethelbert Woodbridge Nevin Performer(s): John McCormack and multiple other artists
The little toy dog is covered with dust But sturdy and stanch he stands And the little toy soldier is red with rust And his musket moulds in his hands
Time was when the little toy dog was new And the soldier was passing fair And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue Kissed them and put them there
"Now, don't you go till I come," he said "And don't you make any noise!" So, toddling off to his trundle-bed He dreamt of the pretty toys
And, as he was dreaming, an angel song Awakened our Little Boy Blue Oh! the years are many, the years are long But the little toy friends are true
Ay, faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand Each in the same old place Awaiting the touch of a little hand The smile of a little face
And they wonder, as waiting the long years through In the dust of that little chair What has become of our Little Boy Blue Since he kissed them and put them there
Tiens, 12 ans déjà Qu'on est ensemble, presque mariés Et le petit Pierre, le beau cadeau Le temps va vite, voyage Et Mai 68, c'est une chanson d'un autre âge
Tiens, 12 ans déjà On était fou, on se foutait Du monde entier, des gens mariés D'la république trop tiède Et Mai 68, pour moi c'est "Je t'aime" Simplement un seul mot "Je t'aime"
Tiens, tu t'en souviens La rue du Bac, une barricade Et je t'emmène chez moi Pendant qu'on s'aimait Des gens criaient, couraient Une jolie Rolls brûlait A la radio cette musique-là passait
Tiens, 12 ans déjà Qu'on est ensemble, presque mariés Le petit Pierre est contestataire Le temps va vite, voyage Et Mai 68, c'est une chanson d'un autre âge
Tiens, 12 ans déjà Pour fêter ça, je t'emmène dîner C'est rue du Bac, un p'tit resto "A la barricade", ballade Et de ce temps-là pour toi et pour moi Restera un seul mot "Je t'aime"
Little Boy Composer(s): Mike Settle Performer(s): The Kingston Trio
When I was a little boy, my mother said to me "Watch the new born roses grow It's a pretty sight to see You, my son, shall blossom as the flower below I will be your raindrops You will be my rose
Listen while I tell you of the beauty in the sky There's a home for angels on the clouds so high I must be an angel In heaven I shall stay If you ever need me, I'll hear each word you say"
Now her raindrops fall no more Who will take her place? Will I live to blossom full or wither into space? Many times I wonder on the clouds above Is it my dear mother who showers me with love?
Magnolias For Ever Composer(s): Jean-Pierre Bourtayre; Claude François; Étienne Roda-Gil Performer(s): Claude François
Your girl is crying in the night Is she wrong or is she right Je ne peux plus rien y faire Your girl is shining in the night Burning burning burning bright Je ne sais plus comment faire
Dites-lui que je suis comme elle Que j'aime toujours les chansons Qui parl'nt d'amour et d'hirondelles De chagrin, de vent, de frissons Dites-lui que je pense à elle Quand on me parle de magnolias Quand j'entends ces musiqu's nouvelles Qui résonn'nt comm' des bruits de combats Your girl is crying in the night Is she wrong, is she right Je ne sais plus comment faire Elle est si forte qu'elle se brise Elle était fière elle est soumise Comme un amour qui lâche prise Qui casse et ne plie pas Tu lui ressembles Quand elle tremble Et dans ta voix J'entends parfois Un peu sa voix Elle te ressemble Quand elle tremble Quand elle pleure Là dans le cur Des arbres en fleurs
Dites-lui que j'ai peur pour elle Dans les sous-sols quand il fait noir Quand j'entends ces musiques nouvelles Où s'en vient crier le désespoir Dites-lui que je pense à elle Dans un grand champ de magnolias Et que si tout's les fleurs sont belles Je me brûl' souvent souvent les doigts Des magnolias par centaines Des magnolias comme autrefois Je ne sais plus comment faire Les magnolias sont toujours là Elle ressemble à toutes les filles Quand elles aiment comme ça Qu'elles soient méchantes ou timides Pauvres violettes ou magnolias Elle aime les grands ciels humides Et les déserts où il fait froid Parfois elle pleure quand j'arrive Et elle rit quand elle s'en va Si tu t'en vas dans la tempête Si tu t'en vas tu la verras Dites-lui que je suis comme elle Que j'aime toujours les chansons Qui parl'nt d'amour et d'hirondelles...
Little Boxes ((Danish Version: Pæne Æsker (by Per Dich) - 1966)) Composer(s): Malvina Reynolds First release by: Pete Seeger - 1963 Covered by multiple other artists
Little boxes on the hill side, little boxes made of ticky tacky Little boxes, little boxes, little boxes all the same There's a green one and a pink one and a blue one and a yellow one And they're all made out of ticky tacky, and they all look just the same
And the people in the houses all went to the university Where they were put in boxes, little boxes, all the same And there's doctors and there's lawyers, and there's business executives And they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same
And they all play on the golf course and drink their martini dry And they all have pretty children and the children go to school And the children go to summer camp and then to the university Where they all get put in boxes and they all come out the same
And the boys go into business and marry and raise a family In boxes, little boxes, little boxes all the same There's a green one and a pink one and a blue one and a yellow one And they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same
Magnolia Composer(s): J.J. Cale Originally performed by: J.J. Cale Covered by various other artists
Whippoorwill's singing Soft summer breeze Makes me think of my baby I left down in New Orleans I left down in New Orleans Magnolia, you sweet thing You're driving me mad Got to get back to you, babe You're the best I ever had You're the best I ever had You whisper "Good morning" So gently in my ear I'm coming home to you, babe I'll soon be there I'll soon be there
Little Bo Peep Has Lost Her Jeep Composer(s): Frank De Vol - Jerry Browne Performer(s): Spike Jones
Private Jackson had a girl He fondly called Bo Peep Now Jackson didn't have a car So drove by in a jeep
They took a ride, the time flew by And Bo Peep was in Heaven 'Til Jackson cried, "Bo Peep, This jeep's gotta be in camp by eleven"
So little Bo Peep has lost her jeep And don't know where to find it Her soldier boy took it back to camp And left Bo Peep behind it
It didn't have doors, the seats were hard But Bo Peep never minded It didn't ride like a Cadillac She wondered who designed it
Roller coasters nearly killed her Aeroplanes they never thrilled her But with Jackson at the wheel She got that jeep, jeep, jeep appeal
Now little Bo Peep wants to find her jeep And find her soldier chappy If he comes chug-chuggy in his old Blitz buggy Bo Peep will be happy
Now little Bo Peep has lost her jeep Her boyfriend made an error He let her drive, goodness sakes alive That Bo Peep, she's a terror
The throttle pushed down, she tore through town The red lights didn't stop her The soldier knew that they both were through When she side swiped a copper
Now little Bo Peep has lost her jeep Oh my, why must her joy end? Now her little jeep is layin' in a heap And the guardhouse has her boyfriend
Magnificent Obsession Composer(s): Frederick Herbert; Frank Skinner Performer(s): The Four Lads and various other artists
Over and over I whisper your name Let me make a full confession You are my magnificent obsession
Day in and day out it's always the same There is love beyond expression You are my magnificent obsession
You are everything and more to me as my kisses have told I keep asking when again you'll be mine to have and to hold Deep in the darkness when love is aflame heaven is in my possession For you are my magnificent obsession-obsession
You are everything and more to me as my kisses have told I keep asking when again you'll be mine to have and to hold Deep in the darkness when love is aflame heaven is in my possession For you are my magnificent obsession, you're my magnificent obsession
Magneto And Titanium Man Composer(s): Paul McCarthy Performer(s): Wings
Well I Was Talking Last Night Magneto And Titanium Man . . . We Were Talking About You, Babe Oo --- They Said --- You Were Involved In A Robbery That Was Due To Happen At A Quarter To Three In The Main Street
I Didn't Believe Them Magneto And Titanium Man . . . But When The Crimson Dynamo Finally Assured Me, Well, I Knew
You Were Involved In A Robbery That Was Due To Happen At A Quarter To Three In The Main Street
So We Went Out Magneto And Titanium Man . . . And The Crimson Dynamo Came Along For The Ride
We Went To Town With The Library And We Swung All Over That Long Tall Bank In The Main Street
Well There She Were And To My Despair She's A Five-Star Criminal Breaking The Code
Magneto Said "Now The Time Come To Gather Our Forces And Run!!!" Oh No . . . . . . This Can't Be So . . . . . .
And Then It Occurred To Me!
You Couldn't Be Bad Magneto Was Mad! Titanium Too! And The Crimson Dynamo Just Couldn't Cut It No More You Were The Law . . . . . .
The Little Blue Man Composer(s): Paul Klein - Fred Ebb First release by: Betty Johnson - 1958
One morning when I was out shopping Though you'll find it hard to believe A little blue man came out of the crowd And timidly tugged at my sleeve
"I wuv you! I wuv you!" said the little blue man "I wuv you! I wuv you to bits!" "I wuv you!" He loved me, said the little blue man And scared me right out of my wits
I hurried back to my apartment I rushed in and I closed the door But there on my desk stood the little blue man Who started to tell me once more
"I wuv you! I wuv you!" said the little blue man "I wuv you! I wuv you to bits!" "I wuv you!" He loved me, said the little blue man And scared me right out of my wits
For weeks after that I was haunted Though no one could see him but me Right by my side was the little blue man Wherever I happened to be
"I wuv you! I wuv you!" said the little blue man "I wuv you! I wuv you to bits!" "I wuv you!" He loved me, said the little blue man And scared me right out of my wits
One evening in wild desperation I rushed to a rooftop in town And over the side pushed the little blue man Who sang to me on the way down "I wuuuuv youuuu!"
I whispered, "Thank goodness that's over!" I smiled as I hurried outside But there on the street stood the little blue man Who said with a tear in his eye "I don't wuv you anymore"
Magnet And Steel Composer(s): Walter Egan Performer(s): Walter Egan
Ooh ooh ah Now I told you so you ought to know Ooh it takes some time for a feelin' to grow Ooh you're so close now I can't let you go Ooh and I can't let go For you are a magnet and I am steel
I can't hope that I'll hold you for long Ooh you're a woman who's lost to your song Ooh but the love that I feel is so strong Ooh and it can't be wrong
With you I'm not shy to show the way I feel With you I might try my secrets to reveal For you are a magnet and I am steel For you are a magnet and I am steel
Little Bitty Pretty One ((French Version: C'est Le Mashed Potatoes (Johnny Hallyday) - 1962)) Composer(s): Robert Byrd - Bobby Day First release by: Bobby Day & The Satellites - 1957 Covered by multiple other artists
Magical Potion Composer(s): Robert Calvert Performer(s): Robert Calvert
I've tried every conceivable pill to stop me from getting so ill but when the ship starts to rock n roll I've got to reach for me medical bowl And it would take a magical potion to carry me across the Atlantic ocean it's no good you saying it's quicker by air I'd be very much sicker if I went up there I'd like to see America the President and his Cadillac car Everythings fine in America but I don't think that I'll get that far 'cause it would take a magical potion to carry me across the Atlantic ocean no good you saying it's quicker by air I'd be sicker if I went up there Everything in America's fine the Coca Cola and the Neon sign Broadway is the place for me though it's a place that I'll never be I'd like to go to California put some flowers in my hair I'd like to go to Hollywood see the film-stars if I only could But it would take a magical potion to carry me across the Atlantic ocean no good you saying it's quicker by air I know I'd be sicker if I went up there
Little Bittie Gal's Blues Composer(s): Big Joe Turner Performer(s): Big Joe Turner
I wake up every morning Honey with the risin' sun I wake up every morning Baby with the risin' sun Thinkin' about my honeydripper And all the wrong she's done
When you see my baby Tell her I said hurry home If you see my baby Tell her I said hurry home I ain't had no real good lovin' Since my gal been gone
She's a little bitty girl And they call her Vita Lee She's a little bitty girl And they call her Vita Lee Well the poor girl's gone But she shure was good to me
I don't mind cryin' baby But I hate to sleep all by myself Don't mind cryin' baby But I hate to sleep all by myself When the little girl I'm in love with She's lovin' somebody else
Magical Mystery Tour Composer(s): John Lennon; Paul McCartney Originally performed by: The Beatles Covered by various other artists
Roll up, roll up for the mystery tour Roll up, roll up for the mystery tour Roll up and that's an invitation, roll up for the mystery tour Roll up to make a reservation, roll up for the mystery tour The magical mystery tour is waiting to take you away Waiting to take you away
Roll up, roll up for the mystery tour Roll up, roll up for the mystery tour Roll up we've got everything you need, roll up for the mystery tour Roll up satisfaction guaranteed, roll up for the mystery tour The magical mystery tour is hoping to take you away Hoping to take you away
Roll up, roll up for the mystery tour Roll up, roll up for the mystery tour Roll up and that's an invitation, roll up for the mystery tour Roll up to make a reservation, roll up for the mystery tour The magical mystery tour is coming to take you away Coming to take you away The magical mystery tour is dying to take you away Dying to take you away, take you away
Little Bit O'soul Composer(s): Carter-Lewis - John Carter - John Shakespeare - Kenneth Lewis Performer(s): The Ramones and multiple other artists
Now when you're feelin' low And the fish won't bite you need a little bit o'soul To put you're right you're gotta make like you Wanna kneel and pray And then a little bit o'soul Will come your way
Now when you're girl has gone And you're broke in two You need a little bit o'soul To see you through And you rase the roof With your rock and roll You'll get a lot more kicks With a little bit o'soul
And if you're party falls 'Cause there's nobody groovin' A little bit o'soul and It really starts movin' yeah! Now when you're in a mess And you feel like cryin' Just remember this little song of mine And as you walk through life Tryin'to reach you're goal Remember what say 'bout A little bit o'soul And if your party falls 'Cause there's nobody groovin' A little bit o'soul and It really starts movin', yeah! A little bit o'soul A little bit o'soul A little bit o'soul
Magic Town Composer(s): Barry Mann; Cynthia Weil Performer(s): The Vogues
They told me the streets were all paved with gold But these dirty sidewalks are gray and concrete cold They said neon lights were a beautiful sight But how 'bout the one blinking in my room all night
And where's the magic in this magic town? Where's the good life they said could be found? Where's the magic to make all my big dreams come true I gotta find it, girl, before I send for you
They said in this town you get rich in no time But here I am and I'm down to my last dime I just don't know why I bother to try When nobody here gives a hang if I live or die
And where's the magic in this magic town? Where's the good life they said could be found? Where's the magic to make all my big dreams come true I gotta find it, girl, before I send for you
And where's the magic in this magic town? Where's the good life they said could be found? Where's the magic to make all my big dreams come true I gotta find it, girl, if it can be found
