Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Une femme pleure son enfant perdu à tout jamais Elle se souvient du temps passé où l'enfant lui disait Maman maman quand m'achèteras-tu un train électrique? Je le voudrais pour ne plus jouer avec celui des copains
Une femme pleure son enfant perdu à tout jamais Elle se souvient du temps passé où l'enfant lui disait Maman maman aujourd'hui c'est ta fête Pour toi je suis allé cueillir ces petites fleurs Qui te porteront bonheur ce ne sont que des coquelicots
Une femme pleure son enfant perdu à tout jamais Elle se souvient du temps passé où l'enfant lui chantait Ta ba dou...
120...150...200 Kms. Por Hora Composer(s): Roberto Carlos Performer(s): Roberto Carlos
As coisas estão passando mais depressa O ponteiro marca 120 O tempo diminui As árvores passam como vultos A vida passa O tempo passa Estou a 130 As imagens se confundem Estou fugindo de mim mesmo Fugindo do passado Do meu mundo assombrado De tristeza De incerteza Estou a 140 Fugindo de você
Eu vou voando pela vida Sem querer chegar Nada vai mudar meu rumo Nem me fazer voltar
Vivo fugindo sem destino algum Sigo caminhos que me levam a lugar nenhum
O ponteiro marca 150 Tudo passa ainda mais depressa O amor, a felicidade O vento afasta uma lágrima Que começa a rolar no meu rosto Estou a 160 Vou acender os faróis Já é noite Agora são as luzes que passam por mim Sinto um vazio imenso Estou só na escuridão A 180 Estou fugindo de você
Eu vou sem saber pra onde Nem quando vou parar Não, não deixo marcas no caminho Pra não saber voltar
Às vezes sinto que o mundo se esqueceu de mim Não, não sei por quanto tempo ainda Eu vou viver assim
O ponteiro agora marca 190 Por um momento tive a sensação de ter você a meu lado O banco está vazio Estou só A 200 por hora Vou parar de pensar em você pra prestar atenção na estrada
Mamaïéba Composer(s): Alfredo Larios; Roger Loubet Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri
Gentle breeze blows, so softly wakes the morning (wakes the morning) The air is still, see the night is yawning (night is yawning) Feel the warmth of the first shy yellow sun rays falling (sun rays falling) Hear the birds sing, a newborn day are calling
In this life filled with loneliness and sorrow (sorrow) Where dark are the dreams
and the paths are narrow (paths are narrow) Let your heart, freedom, peace, love, tenderness to follow (to follow) Singing these words: "Think of a new tomorrow"
Children's laughter around with smiling faces (smiling faces) Like flowers bloom, know no tribes or races (tribes or races) Give them love, give them hope and music from all places (from all places) Eagles fly high, always to find new spaces
1-2-3 Composer(s): Gloria M. Estefan; Enrique Garcia Performer(s): Gloria Estefan & The Miami Sound Machine
They tell me you're a shy boy But I want you just the same Don't play innocent with me You know it's not just fun and games When I look into your eyes So much passion burns inside But if you need some coaxing I will do it Step by step there's nothing to it
1-2-3-4 come on baby say you love me 5-6-7 times 8-9-10-11 I'm just gonna keep on counting Until you are mine
Come out of your shell, boy You know we go like hand in glove You're afraid of giving in But I am never giving up on your love And no matter what it takes I will steal your heart away Take a chance for once you won't regret it Want my love just come and get it
1-2-3-4 come on baby say you love me 5-6-7 times 8-9-10-11 I'm just gonna keep on counting Until you are mine
So no matter what it takes I will steal your heart away Take a chance for once you won't regret it Want my love just come and get it
1-2-3-4 come on baby say you love me 5-6-7 times 8-9-10-11 I'm just gonna keep on counting Until you are mine
1-2-3-4 come on baby say you love me 5-6-7 times You got to give me your love 8-9-10-11 I'm just gonna keep on counting baby Until you are mine
Mama, You Got A Daughter Composer(s): John Lee Hooker Performer(s): John Lee Hooker
Well mama mama, talk to your daughter for me Well mama mama, talk to your daughter for me Tell your daughter that I love her now, I'll do anything I can Tell your daughter I love her, love her till the day I die Tell your daughter I love her, I'll love her till the day I die I want to you to talk to your daughter, talk to your daughter for me I'm loving that woman, I'm crazy about your daughter I'm waiting for your daughter, I love your daughter I love your daughter, tell me what I'll do
I said look over here now mama Ever since mama, your daughter was five years old I was six years old, we were going to school together mama I was a natural born fool for your daughter mama Mama please talk to your daughter Tell your daughter I love her mama I love your daughter, do anything she says Mama talk to your daughter Mama talk to your daughter Tell your daughter I love her Mama talk to your daughter Tell your daughter I love her Mama talk to your daughter for me
I'm crazy about your daughter Mama I'm crazy about your daughter Mama talk to your daughter You know that's your daughter Tell your daughter I love her Talk to your daughter, talk to your daughter for me Mama talk to your daughter (repeat)
Oh, My My Composer(s): Vini Poncia; Richard Starkey Performer(s): Ringo Starr; Maggie Bell; Winston Groovy; David Hentschel
I phoned up my doctor To see what's the matter He said come on over I said do I have to My knees started shakin' My wrist started achin' When my doctor said to me...
Oh my my, oh my my Can you boogie, can you slide Oh my my, oh my my You can boogie, if you try Oh my my, oh my my It's guaranteed to keep you alive
The head nurse She blew in, just like a tornado When they started dancin' I jumped off the table I felt myself healin', and I was leavin' This is what they said to me...
Oh my my, oh my my Can you boogie, can you slide Oh my my, oh my my You can boogie, you can fly Oh my my, if you try It's guaranteed to keep you alive
Now if you should slow down And you're feelin' low down Don't call up your doctor Just grab you a partner It's what you've been missin' I've got your prescription That boogie woogie remedy
Oh my my, oh my my You can you boogie, can you slide Oh my my, oh my my We can boogie, 'till we die Oh my my, if you try It's guaranteed to keep you alive
Oh my my, oh my my Watch me boogie, watch me fly Oh my my, oh my my Born to boogie, born to slide Oh my my, oh my my Ooh wee boogie, ooh wee I Oh my my, oh my my Play that boogie, play that slide
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)
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
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
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
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 Hed been in camp for sevral 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 Id love to remain in bed For the hardest blow of all, is to hear the bugler call Youve got to get up, youve got to get up Youve got to get up this morning! Some day Im going to murder the bugler Some day theyre going to find him dead Ill 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 Id love to remain in bed For the hardest blow of all, is to hear the bugler call Youve got to get up, youve got to get up Youve 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 doesnt have to blow again until the afternoon If evry thing goes well with me I'll be a bugler soon
Oh! how I hate to get up in the morning Oh! how Id love to remain in bed For the hardest blow of all, is to hear the bugler call Youve got to get up, youve got to get up Youve got to get up this morning! Some day Im going to murder the bugler Some day theyre going to find him dead Ill 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 Id love to remain in bed For the hardest blow of all, is to hear the bugler call Youve got to get up, youve got to get up Youve 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
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
