Mama, Mag Mijn Popje Naar De Hemel
Composer(s): Cy Coben; Bobbejaan Schoepen; Louis Verbeeck
Performer(s): Bobbejaan Schoepen



Marleentje was een jaar of drie
Zij ging vaak spelen met haar popje op de straat
En toen een wagen kwam die plotseling vergeefs nog had geremd
Hield zij haar pop krampachtig vast geklemd

M'n lij haar toen in een wit bed
Daar lag ze bleekjes met haar popje in haar arm
Zij kon niet horen wat de dokter tot haar moeder zachtjes zei
En smeken en vol pijn fluisterde zij

Mammie, mag m'n popje naar de hemel met me mee
Mammie, mag m'n popje naar de hemel met me mee
Zijn de engeltjes soms boos
Kijk het slaapt gelijk een roos
Mammie, mag m'n popje naar de hemel met me mee

Nu slaapt ze stil, maar voor altijd
Haar kleine pop naast haar zoals ze had gevraagd
En in de nacht zit er een moeder eenzaam naast een lege bed
Zij hoort een kinderstem die zachtjes klaagt

Oh, mammie, mag m'n popje naar de hemel met me mee
Mammie, mag m'n popje naar de hemel met me mee
Zijn de engeltjes soms boos
Kijk het slaapt gelijk een roos
Mammie, mag m'n popje naar de hemel met me mee

Zijn de engeltjes soms boos
Kijk het slaapt gelijk een roos
Mammie, mag m'n popje naar de hemel met me mee
 

Oh My Lady
Composer(s): Kim Berly
Performer(s): The Stampeders



Oh, my lady
I'm alone, you'd feel your presence in the night
Oh, my lady
Through the storm I felt your fire, saw your light
Oh, my lady
I said lady, I can feel
That soon my lady will be free
And ain't it like walkin' out after the pourin' rain
To meet the morning train

Oh, my lady
There will be time for reflection and for play
Oh, my lady
Well, a darker night will dawn a brighter day
Oh, my lady
I said lady, I can feel
That soon my lady will be real
And ain't it like walkin' out after the pourin' rain
To meet the morning train

And life being what it is
She'll be round in time
And time changing like it does
Oh, won't change my mind about my lady so real
I said, my lady can feel
And ain't it like walkin' out through the pourin' rain
To meet the morning train

---- Instrumental Interlude ----

Oh, my lady
I said lady, I can feel
That soon my lady will be real
And ain't it like walkin' out after the pourin' rain
To meet the morning train
Well, in the morning rain
Oh, my lady

Mama, Look At Bubu
Composer(s): Lord Melody
Performer(s): Harry Belafonte



I wonder why nobody don't like me
Or is it the fact that I'm ugly?
I wonder why nobody don't like me
Or is it the fact that I'm ugly?

I leave my whole house and home
My children don't want me no more
Bad talk inside de house dey bring
And when I talk they start to sing

"Mama, look at bubu" they shout
Their mother tell them "shut up your mout'"
"That is your daddy", "oh, no"
"My daddy can't be ugly so"
"Shut your mout' " "Go away"

"Mama, look at bubu" dey (ooh)
"Shut your mout' " "Go away"
"Mama, look at bubu" dey 

I couldn't even digest me supper
Due to thee children's behavior
John ("Yes, pa")-"come here a moment"
"Bring de belt, you're much too impudent"
John says it's James who started first
James tells thee story in reverse
I drag my belt from off me waist
You should hear dem screamin' round de place

"Mama, look at bubu" they shout
Their mother tell them "shut up your mout'"
"That is your daddy", "oh, no"
"My daddy can't be ugly so"
"Shut your mout'" "Go away"

"Mama, look at bubu" dey (ooh)
"Shut your mout'" "Go away"
"Mama, look at bubu" dey (oh)
 

Oh, Moon Of The Summer Night
(Tell My Mother Her Boy Is All Right)
Composer(s): Allan J. Flynn



Over There, The silvry moon was shining
Over There, A soldier boy while pining 
To the moon pleaded, And if it heeded 
This is what it heard him say, Oh!

Over There, The night was dark and dreary
Over There, Two loving hearts were weary 
Sweetheart and mother, Asking each other 
Will our Soldier boy return, Oh!

Moon, of the summer night
Your silvry beams bring me dreams
of the loved ones way back home
Could you only tell them all
That I'm safe tonight
How it would cheer up the loved ones far across the foam
Over yonder in the golden west
My mother's praying
And the little girl I love the best, Is praying too
So I'm asking you, Oh! Moon
Won't you send your light
And tell my mother for me, cross the sea
Her boy's alright

Mama, I'm Coming Home
Composer(s): Lemmy Kilmister; Ozzy Osbourne; Zakk Wylde
Performer(s): Ozzy Osbourne;
Lily Holbrook; Iron Horse; Bud E. Luv



Times have changed and times are strange
Here I come but I ain't the same
Mama, I'm coming home
Times go by, seems to be
You could have been a better friend to me
Mama, I'm coming home

You took me in and you drove me out
Yeah, you had me hypnotized, yeah
Lost and found and turned around
By the fire in your eyes

You made me cry, you told me lies
But I can't stand to say goodbye
Mama, I'm coming home
I could be right, I could be wrong
It hurts so bad it's been so long
Mama, I'm coming home

Selfish love yeah we're both alone
The ride before the fall, yeah
But I'm gonna take this heart of stone
I just got to have it all

I've seen your face a hundred times
Everyday we've been apart
I don't care about the sunshine, yeah
'Cause mama, mama, I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home

You took me in and you drove me out
Yeah, you had me hypnotized, yeah
Lost and found and turned around
By the fire in your eyes

I've seen your face a thousand times
Everyday we've been apart
I don't care about the sunshine, yeah
'Cause mama, mama, I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home

Oh, Lonesome Me
French Title: Oh Quelle Nuit
Composer(s): Don Gibson
Performer(s): Don Gibson;
and various other artists



Everybody's going out and having fun 
I'm just a fool for staying home and having none 
I can't get over how she set me free 
Oh lonesome me 

A bad mistake I'm making bout just hanging round 
I know that I should have some fun an paint the town 
A love sick fool that's blind and just can't see 
Oh lonesome me 

I'll bet she's not like me 
She's out an fancy free 
Flirting with the boys with all her charms 
But I still love her so 
And brother don't you know 
I'd welcome her right back here in my arms 

Well there must be some way 
I can lose these lonesome blue 
Forget about the past and find somebody new 
I've thought of everything from A to Z 
Oh lonesome me 

(guitar solo) (ba-de-op-bop-bop) 
(ba-de-op-bop-bop) 
(Oh lonesome me) 

Well I bet she's not like me 
She's out and fancy free 
Flirting with the boys with all her charms 
But I still love her so 
And brother don't you know 
I'd welcome her right back into my arms 

Well there must be some way 
I can lose these lonesome blues 
Forget about the past and find somebody new 
I've thought of everything from A to Z 
Oh lonesome me 

Oh lonesome me...

Mama, I Wanna Make Rhythm
Composer(s): Jerome Jerome; Richard Byron; Walter Kent
Performer(s): Cab Calloway
and various other artists



Yasha was a prodigy, since he was a kid of three
He could play a rhapsody as good as they come
But as strange as it may be, Yasha hated melody
He had a yen for tympani, he longed to play a drum
When his Mother made him practice on the fiddle every day
He'd stop right in the middle and he'd say....

Mama, I wanna make rhythm
Don't wanta make music
Just wanna go zoozi-zah-zah-zoozi
Ooh-cah-dee-doodle-oodle-aah-doo

Mama, I wanna get hotcha
I wanta make boombah
I wanna go gah-gah
Za-rah-kah, zat-zow, ooh-dee-lah

I've got no desire to carry a Stradivarius, but
There's no limit of primitive tom-tom in my tum-tum

Mama, I wanna make rhythm
Don't wanta make music
Just wanna go wookee-ah-kay-a-kaya-kaya
Yag-a-yag-a-yag-a-yag

Oh, Lady Be Good
Composer(s): George Gershwin; Ira Gershwin
Performer(s): Ella Fitzgerald;
and various other artists



Listen to my tale of woe
it's terribly sad but true
All dressed up, no place to go 
Each evening I'm awfully blue
I must win some handsome guy 
Can't go on like this
I could blossom out I know
With somebody just like you
So... 
Oh, sweet and lovely lady, be good 
Oh, lady, be good to me 
I am so awfully misunderstood 
So lady, be good to me 
Oh, please have some pity 
I'm all-alone in this big city 
I tell you I'm just a lonesome babe in the wood
So lady be good to me
Oh, please have some pity 
I'm all alone in this big city 
I tell you I'm just a lonesome babe in the wood
So lady be good to me
Oh lady be good to me

Mama, Don't Whip Little Buford
Composer(s): Kenneth C. Burns; Henry D. Haynes



Mama don't whip little Buford
Mama don't pound on his head
Mama don't whip little Buford
I think you should shoot him instead

(Henry)
Bang! 

Yes, folks, we only have high class stuff on this show
 

Oh, How I Hate To Get Up In The Morning
Composer(s): Irving Berlin
Performer(s): Irving Berlin;
and various other artists



The other day I chanced to meet
a soldier friend of mine
He’d been in camp for sev’ral weeks
and he was looking fine
His muscles had developed and his cheeks were rosy red
I asked him how he liked the life, and this is what he said

“Oh! how I hate to get up in the morning
Oh! how I’d love to remain in bed
For the hardest blow of all, is to hear the bugler call
You’ve got to get up, you’ve got to get up
You’ve got to get up this morning!
Some day I’m going to murder the bugler
Some day they’re going to find him dead
I’ll amputate his reveille, and step upon it heavily
And spend the rest of my life in bed"

“Oh! how I hate to get up in the morning
Oh! how I’d love to remain in bed
For the hardest blow of all, is to hear the bugler call
You’ve got to get up, you’ve got to get up
You’ve got to get up this morning!
Oh! boy the minute the battle is over
Oh! boy the minute the foe is dead
I'll put my uniform away, and move to Philadelphia
And spend the rest of my life in bed"

A bugler in the army is the luckiest of men
He wakes the boys at five and then goes back to bed again
He doesn’t have to blow again until the afternoon
If ev’ry thing goes well with me I'll be a bugler soon

“Oh! how I hate to get up in the morning
Oh! how I’d love to remain in bed
For the hardest blow of all, is to hear the bugler call
You’ve got to get up, you’ve got to get up
You’ve got to get up this morning!
Some day I’m going to murder the bugler
Some day they’re going to find him dead
I’ll amputate his reveille, and step upon it heavily
And spend the rest of my life in bed"

“Oh! how I hate to get up in the morning
Oh! how I’d love to remain in bed
For the hardest blow of all, is to hear the bugler call
You’ve got to get up, you’ve got to get up
You’ve got to get up this morning!
Oh! boy the minute the battle is over
Oh! boy the minute the foe is dead
I'll put my uniform away, and move to Philadelphia
And spend the rest of my life in bed"

Mama Weer All Crazee Now
Composer(s): Noddy Holder; Jim Lea
Originally performed by: Slade
Covered by various other artists



I don't want to drink my whisky like you do
I don't need to spend my money but still do

Don't stop now a-c'mon
Another drop now a-c'mon
I wanna lot now so c'mon
That's right, that's right
I said mama but we're all crazy now
I said mama but we're all crazy now
I said mama but we're all crazy now

A you told me fool fire water won't hurt me
A you tease me and all my ladies desert me

Don't stop now a-c'mon
Another drop now a-c'mon
I wanna lot now so c'mon
That's right, that's right
I said mama but we're all crazy now
I said mama but we're all crazy now
I said mama but we're all crazy now

Stop it

I don't want to drink my whisky but still do
I had enough to fill up "H" Hill's left shoe

Don't stop now a-c'mon
Another drop now a-c'mon
I wanna lot now so c'mon
That's right, that's right
I said mama but we're all crazy now
I said mama but we're all crazy now
I said mama but we're all crazy now

C'mon c'mon
I said my mama we're all crazy now

Repeat

I said mama mama mama mama mama mama mama oh yeah...
 

Oh Happy Day
Composer(s): Donald H. Koplaw; Nancy Reed
Performer(s): The Four Knights;
Larry Hooper; Don Howard; Dick Todd



The sun is shinin', oh, happy day-ay
No more troubles and no skies are gray-ay
Ever since you said those words to me
Doo-doom, dah-doo-dad-doo-dah-doo-doo

You said you loved me, I know it's tru-ue
My life's complete, dear, for now I have you-ou
Oh, happy day-ay for-o-o-or lucky me
Doo-doom, dah-doo-dad-doo-dah-doo-doo

(instrumental break)

You said you loved me, I know it's tru-ue
My life's complete, dear, for now I have you-ou
Oh, happy day-ay for-o-o-or lucky me
Doo-doom, dah-doo-dad-doo-dah-doo-doo

Oh, happy day for-o-o-or lucky me-ee

Mama Used To Say
Composer(s): Bob Carter; Junior Giscombe
Originally performed by: Junior Giscombe



Ooh
Yeah, girl

Said a small boy once asked 
When will I grow up
When will I see what grownups do see...
In his fight to come of age, he would have to know the age
To be recognized is when I'm not unmasked

And mama used to say 
Take your time, young man...
Mama used to say 
Don't you rush to get old...
Mama used to say 
Take it in your stride...
Mama used to say 
Live your life...

As the years went rushin' by he would cut down on his age
He would tell his girl of how it used to be
How his mommy passed away, but these lines she would say
And at the time he couldn't understand

Mama used to say 
Take your time, young man...
Mama used to say 
Don't you rush to get old...
Mama used to say
Take it in your stride...
Mama used to say 
Live your life...

You're young, so young, don't hold on back
Do all you want to do
Now is the time for you to stride
For you to get better in what you are doin', oh

Now is the time for you to stride
For you to get better in what you are doin', oh

A small boy once asked 
When will I grow up
When will I see what grownups do see ...
In his fight to come of age, he would have to know the age
To be recognized is when I'm not unmasked

And mama used to say 
Take your time, young man ...
Mama used to say 
Don't you rush to get old ...
Mama used to say 
Take it in your stride ...
Mama used to say 
Live your life, live your life, live your life, oh ...

Hey, mama used to say
Take your time, young man ...
Mama used to say 
Don't you rush to get old ...
Mama used to say 
Take it in your stride ...
Mama used to say 
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey ...

Ooh
Ooh
Mama used to say, ooh ...
Mama used to say, ooh ...
Mama used to say, ooh ...
Mama used to say, ooh ...
Mama used to say

Oh Happy Day
Composer(s): Edwin R. Hawkins
Performer(s): Joan Baez



Oh happy day (oh happy day) 
Oh happy day (oh happy day) 
When Jesus washed (when Jesus washed) 
When Jesus washed (when Jesus washed) 
When Jesus washed (when Jesus washed) 
He washed my sins away (oh happy day) 

Oh happy day (oh happy day)
He taught me how to watch 
fight and pray fight and pray 
And live rejoicing every, everyday 
Oh happy day.... 
He taught me how.... 
Oh happy day (oh happy day) 
Oh happy day (oh happy day
Oh happy day (oh happy day)....

Mama Told Me (Not To Come)
Composer(s): Randy Newman
Originally performed by: The Animals
Covered by various other artists



Want some whiskey in your water?
Sugar in your tea?
What's all these crazy questions you're askin' me?
This is the craziest party that could ever be
Don't turn on the lights `cause I don't wanna see

Mama told me not to come
Mama told me not to come
That ain't to have fun, no, uh-uh

Open up your window, let some air into this room
I think I'm almost chokin' from the smell of stale perfume
And that cigarette you're smokin'
Don't scare me half to death
Open up the window, sucker, let me catch my breath

Mama told me not to come
Mama told me not to come
That ain't to have fun, son
That ain't to have fun, son

The radio is blastin', someone's knockin' at the door
I'm lookin' at my girlfriend, she's passed out on the floor
I've seen so many things I ain't never seen before
Don't know what it is, I don't wanna see it no more

Mama told me not to come
Mama told me not to come
She said that ain't to have fun, son
That ain't to have fun, son

That ain't to have fun, no
That ain't to have fun, son

Oh Dear, What Can The Matter Be?
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Terry Callier;
and various other artists



Oh, dear! What can the matter be?
Dear, dear! What can the matter be?
Oh, dear! What can the matter be?
Johnny's so long at the fair
He promised to buy me a trinket to please me
And then for a smile, oh, he vowed he would tease me
He promised to buy me a bunch of blue ribbons
To tie up my bonnie brown hair

Oh, dear! What can the matter be?
Dear, dear! What can the matter be?
Oh, dear! What can the matter be?
Johnny's so long at the fair
He promised to bring me a basket of posies
A garland of lilies, a gift of red roses
A little straw hat to set off the blue ribbons
That tie up my bonnie brown hair

Oh, dear! What can the matter be?
Oh, dear! What can the matter be?
Oh, dear! What can the matter be?
Johnny's so long at the fair

Mama Sang A Song
Composer(s): Bill Anderson
Performer(s): Bill Anderson
and various other artists



(God put a song in the heart of an angel)
(And softly she sang it to me)

I get to thinking lots of times
About back when I was a lad
Of the old homeplace where I grew up
Of the days both good and bad

My overalls were hand-me-downs
My shoes were full of holes
I used to walk four miles to school every day
Through the rain, the sleet and the cold

I've seen the nights when my daddy would cry
For the things that his family would need
But all he ever got was a badland farm
And seven hungry mouths to feed

And yet, and yet our homefire never flickered once
Cause when all these things went wrong
Mama took the hymn book down
And mama sang a song

(What a friend we have in Jesus)

I've been rocked to sleep many a night
To the tune of ''What a Friend''
And come morning ''Rock of Ages''
Would wake me gently once again

And when daddy would reach up and he'd take the Bible down
And he'd read it, read it loud and long
And I always felt that maybe our house was blessed
When daddy would say mama sing a song

Sister left home first I guess and then Bob
And then Tommy and then Dan
By then dad's hair was turning white
And I had to be mama's little man

But it seemed that as daddy's back grew weak
My mother's faith just grew strong
And those were the greatest days of all
When mama sang a song

(Rock of ages cleft for me let me hide myself in Thee)

I guess the house is still standing
I don't get to go back much anymore
No voice is left to fill those halls
And no steps to grace the floor

For you see my mother sings in heaven now
Around God's golden throne
But I'll always believe that this world is a better place
Because one time my mama sang a song

(Precious mem'ries flod my soul) ...

Oh, But I Do!
Composer(s): Leo Robin; Arthur Schwartz
Performer(s): Doris Day;
and various other artists



You think I don’t love you, oh but I do
How can I show that I do?
You think I don’t get blue, oh but I do
Though I get light-hearted, too
First I’m singing then I’m sighing
Then I’m flying high above
You think I don’t know why, oh but I do
I know that it’s you I love

First I’m singing then I’m sighing
Then I’m flying so high above 
You think I don’t know why, oh but I do
I know that it’s you I love

Mama Said
Composer(s): Willie Denson; Luther Dixon
Originally performed by: The Shirelles



Mama said there'll be days like this
There'll be days like this Mama said
(Mama said, mama said)
Mama said there'll be days like this
There'll be days like this my Mama said
(Mama said, mama said)
I went walking the other day
Everything was going fine
I met a little boy named Billy Joe
And then I almost lost my mind
Mama said there'll be days like this
There'll be days like this Mama said
(Mama said, mama said)
Mama said there'll be days like this
There'll be days like this my Mama said
My eyes are wide open
But all that I can see is
chapel bells are callin for everyone but-a me
but I don't worry cause
Mama said there'll be days like this
There'll be days like this Mama said
(Mama said, mama said)
Mama said there'll be days like this
There'll be days like this my Mama said
And then she said someone will look at me
like I'm looking at you one day
then I might find
I don't want it any old way
so I don't worry cause
Mama said there'll be days like this
There'll be days like this Mama said
(Mama said, mama said)
Mama said there'll be days like this
There'll be days like this my Mama said
Mama said, mama said
Hey! Don't you worry
Mama said mama said
Hey! Don't you worry now
Mama said mama said
Hey! Hey!

Oh, Boy!
Composer(s): Norman Petty; Bill Tilghman; Sonny West
Performer(s): Buddy Holly & The Crickets;
and various other artists



All of my lovin' All of my kissin' 
You don't know What you been a-missin' 

Oh boy, when you're with me 
Oh boy, the world can see 
That you were meant for me 
All of my life I been a-waitin' 
Tonight there'll be no hasitatin' 

Oh boy, when you're with me 
Oh boy, the world can see 
That you were meant for me 
All of my life I been a-waitin' 
Tonight there'll be no hasitatin' 

Stars appear And the shadows are fallin' 
You can hear My heart callin' 
A little bit of lovin' 
Makes everything right 
And I'm gonna see My baby tonight 

All of my lovin' All of my kissin' 
You don't know What you been a-missin' 

Oh boy, when you're with me 
Oh boy, the world can see 
That you were meant for me 
All of my life I been a-waitin' 
Tonight there'll be no hasitatin' 

Dum dee dum dum, oh boy 
Dum dee dum dum, oh boy