Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
Dit blog (met dank aan seniorennet) is enkel voor NIET-commerciële doeleinden. Alle songteksten zijn uitsluitend eigendom van hun respectievelijke copyright eigenaars; dus ga de muziek kopen die je mooi vindt, zo steun je de artiest.
NON-profit, non-commercial blog, to help preserve the songs of our youth; hence for entertainment only. All lyrics are the copyright of their respective owners; you are encouraged to go buy their music.
Mambo Rock Composer(s): Jimmy Ayre; M. Phillips; Bix Reichner Performer(s): Bill Haley and various other artists
Hey mambo, mambo rock Hey mambo, mambo rock Hey mambo, mambo rock Everybody's doing it, mambo rock There's an island in the Caribbean Sea Where the natives dance and rock with plea The mambo dance in a different way They do the crazy mambo rock all day Hey mambo, mambo rock Hey mambo, mambo rock Hey mambo, mambo rock Everybody's doing it, mambo rock
Where the waves roll up on the golden sand Grab your chick right by the hand You can clap and stamp your feet To that crazy rocking mambo beat Oh, hey mambo, mambo rock Hey mambo, mambo rock Hey mambo, mambo rock Everybody's doing it, mambo rock
Through the red hot day and the cool-cool night When the mambo moon is shining bright They love to dance around the clock To that crazy rocking mambo beat Hey mambo, mambo rock Hey mambo, mambo rock Hey mambo, mambo rock Everybody's doing it, mambo rock
Hey mambo, mambo rock Hey mambo, mambo rock Hey mambo, mambo rock Everybody's doing it, mambo rock
Mambo Miam Miam Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
J'ai dans l'oesophage Un antropophage Qui avait dans l'idée De m'empoisonner Il m'disait p'tite tête Ôte-toi d'là qu'j'm'y mette Je me suis résigné À l'bouffer l'premier
Sauvage ou pirate On s'tire dans les pattes Et le moins malin Peut crever de faim Soldat ou artiste On est tous des tristes Sires et malheur à Qui manque d'estomac
Dans ma garçonnière Misère de misère La femme du voisin S'fait couler un bain Quand la mienne s'déhanche J'ai le cur qui flanche D'voir les autres tudieu La bouffer des yeux
Viendra le jour certes Où la gueule ouverte Comme ça d'but en noir J'irai me faire voir J'ferai des orphelines Et par la racine J'boufferai les orties Et les pissenlits
Mambo miam miam Mambo miam miam Mambo miam miam Mambo miam miam
100 Nights Composer(s): Steve Hogarth Performer(s): Marillion
A hundred nights of fun and games A thousand empty glasses I feel it change And stay the same As each day passes They invite me to their gathering In the finer parts of town They seem attracted to my indifference The irony just knocks me out And I love them as if I love them And they reciprocate with help But I look up at these mirrors sometimes And I can't see myself They say that some are born to burn And some are born to give They say that some people live and learn Some people only live and live You don't know that I come here If you did you would know why So we close our eyes You didn't notice me As i passed you on the stairs How could you ever guess Lookin' at my face How closely I share your taste How well I know your place Even the clothes you wear I've seen them when you're not there You say that you can win win win If you know how to play the game But while you're out there playing you see There's something you should know She spends your money She spends your money on me
Mambo Italiano Composer(s): Bob Merrill Originally performed by: Rosemary Clooney Covered by various other artists
A girl went back to Napoli Because she missed the scenery The native dances and the charming songs But wait a minute, something's wrong. . .
Hey, mambo! Mambo italiano! Hey, mambo! Mambo italiano Go, go, go you mixed up Siciliano All you Calabrese -a do the mambo like a crazy with a. . .
Hey mambo, don't wanna tarantella Hey mambo, no more a mozzarella Hey mambo! Mambo italiano! Try an enchilada with the fish a baccalà and a. . . Hey cumpà, I love a how you dance a rumba But take a some advice paesano Learn how to mambo! If you gonna be a square - You ain't a gonna go nowhere
Hey mambo! mambo italiano! Hey mambo! mambo italiano! Go, go, Joe, shake a like a Giovanno Come lei dice -ah you getta happy in the feets-a? Aye . . . When you mambo italiano
Shake-a Baby shake-a 'cause I love a when you take a me Mama say "stop-a or I'm gonna tell a papa"
And a hey cetriolo you don't a have to go to school Just make-it with the beat bambino. . . It's a like a vino Kid you good a lookin' but you don't a-know what's cookin' till you. . .
Hey mambo, Mambo italiano Hey mambo, Mambo italiano Ho, ho, ho, you mixed up Siciliano it's a so delish-a ev'rybody can capisci. . . how to mambo italianoooooo!
100 Years Ago Composer(s): Mick Jagger; Keith Richards Performer(s): The Rolling Stones
Went out walkin' through the wood the other day and the world was a carpet laid before me The buds were bursting and the air smelled sweet and strange and it seemed about a hundred years ago
Mary and I, we would sit upon a gate just gazin' at some dragon in the sky What tender days, we had no secrets hid away well, it seemed about a hundred years ago
Now all my friends are wearing worried smiles living out a dream of what they was Don't you think it's sometimes wise not to grow up?
Wend out walkin' through the wood the other day can't you see the furrows in my forehead? What tender days, we had no secrets hid away now it seems about a hundred years ago
Now if you see me drinkin' bad red wine don't worry 'bout this man that you love Don't you think it's sometimes wise not to grow up?
You're gonna kiss and say good-bye, yeah, I warn you You're gonna kiss and say good-bye, yeah, I warn you You're gonna kiss and say good-bye, oh Lord, I warn you and please excuse me while I hide away Call me lazy bones ain't got no time to waste away lazy bones ain't got no time to waste away Don't you think it's just about time to hide away? Yeah, yeah!
No palco, na praça, no circo, num banco de jardim Correndo no escuro, pixado no muro Você vai saber de mim Mambembe, cigano Debaixo da ponte, cantando Por baixo da terra, cantando Na boca do povo, cantando
Mendigo, malandro, moleque, mulambo, bem ou mal Escravo fugido ou louco varrido Vou fazer meu festival Mambembe, cigano Debaixo da ponte, cantando Por baixo da terra, cantando Na boca do povo, cantando
Poeta, palhaço, pirata, corisco, errante judeu Dormindo na estrada, não é nada, não é nada E esse mundo é todo meu Mambembe, cigano Debaixo da ponte, cantando Por baixo da terra, cantando Na boca do povo, cantando
I broke into the bank on Sunday You should see the money I got I couldn't drag it home 'til Monday 'Cause it sure weighed an awful lot
Then I sat down to count it And much to my surprise A whole lotta little brown, little round coins Rolled out before my eyes
Chorus: I've got a hundred thousand dollars worth of pennies Not a solitary dollar or a dime And I don't believe there's many Rich men with a problem like mine
And I don't think this is any Kind of ending to a perfect crime I've got a hundred thousand dollars worth of pennies And I'm spendin' it a penny at a time!
Now a steak sure would taste delicious And I've forgot how a beer would feel But the man just might get suspicious If I gave him eight hundred pennies for a meal
So I guess I'll just weigh myself again And buy me another stick of gum I've got a hundred thousand dollars worth of pennies, Lord! And I'm livin' like a penniless bum!
Chorus: I've got a hundred thousand dollars worth of pennies Not a solitary dollar or a dime And I don't believe there's many Rich men with a problem like mine
Michael: You want my lovin' Is it true true true, now baby
Jackson 5: Oh baby
Michael: Now your conscience tells you Love is wrong
Jakcson 5: Oh
Michael: Did you know good lovin' Never hurt no one Oh...
Mama's pearl, let down your curls Won't you give my love a whirl Find what you've been missin'
Jackson 5: What you've been missin'
Michael: Oooh-oooh now baby Daddy's girl, let down your curls Won't you give your heart a twirl Don't keep me wishin'
Jakcson 5: Keep me wishin'
Michael: Let it all hang out
Jackson 5: Girl don't be afraid
Jermaine: Oooh, you've got the first step made
Jackie: Oooh, the rest is up to you
Jermaine: Feel is what you do Let yourself go
Michael: Let your lovin' flow, now now now Let your lovin' flow, now now Just give in to me
Jermaine: 'Cause I've got what you need
Michael: Got what you need
Michael: Let's fall in love Let's fall in love Find out what you're missin' Goody girl, we've got the pearl Give your heart a twirl Won't you give my love a whirl
Jackson 5: Girl don't be afraid
Jermaine: Oooh, you've got the first step made
Jackie: Oh just give in Just give in to me
Jermaine: 'Cause I've got what you need
Michael: Got what you need
Jermaine: Let's fall in love Let's fall in love Let yourself go
Michael: Let your lovin' flow Let your lovin' flow Just give it to me
Jermaine: 'Cause I've got what you need Got what you need
Michael: Oh oh oh oh, mama's pearl
Jackson 5: Daddy's girl we've got it made Let's fall in love Let's fall in love Girl we've got it made
Michael: Find out what you've been missin' sugar Goody goody goody girl, oooh
100,000 Tons Of Steel Performer(s): The Grateful Dead
I know these rails we're on like I know my lady's smile We see a dozen dreams in every passing mile Can't begin to count the trips she and I have made But I wish I had a dollar for each time we've both been down this grade
And 100,000 tons of steel, made to roll The brakes don't work and this grade's too steep, her engine's sure to blow And 100,000 tons of steel, out of control She's more a rollercoaster than the train I used to know
It's one hell of an understatement, to say she can't be beat She's tempermental, more a bitch than a machine She wasn't built to travel at speed or through mud slides These wheels are bound to jump the tracks before they burn like the ties
And 100,000 tons of steel, made to roll The brakes don't work and this grade's too steep, her engine's sure to blow And 100,000 tons of steel, out of control She's more a rollercoaster than the train I used to know
Murphy sure out done himself to pick this stretch of track I can only hope my luck is ridin' in the back Well I have pray to God this ain't the day we meet I've done about everything, but try dragging my feet
And 100,000 tons of steel, made to roll The brakes don't work and this grade's too steep, her engine's sure to blow And 100,000 tons of steel, out of control She's more a rollercoaster than the train I used to know
Mama's Little Alabama Coon (aka Stay In Your Own Back Yard) Composer(s): Lyn Udall; Karl Kennett Performer(s): Dick Hyman; Arthur Pryor
Ah's mama's li'l Alabama coon And ah ain't been born very long Ah's remember one big round moon Ah's member singin one sweet song When they took me down to the cotton field There I tumbled and I rolled in the sun Daddy picking cotton; mama watch me grow This was the old song she sung
Lilac trees are bloomin in the garden by the gate Mammy's at her little cabin door Curly headed picanniny comin home so late Cryin cuz his little heart is sore
All the children play around With skins so white and fair None of them with him would ever play So mammy in her lap, took that weeping little chap And crooned him in her kind old way
Why don't you play in your own backyard Never mind what the white chile do Nobody ever would want to play With a little black coon like you
Go out and play as long as you please But Honey dont you cry so hard Go out and jump on the high board fence But stay in your own backyard
Go to sleep my little picanny Brer fox catch you if ya don't Slumber on the bosom of your ol' mama Jinny Mama goin to swap yo if you don't Ah-loo-ah-loo-ah-looah-loo-ah-loo Underneath the sunny southern moon Lullabye, Rockabye Mama's li'l baby Mama's li'l Alabama Coon
100,000 Years Composer(s): Gene Simmons Performer(s): Kiss
I'm sorry to have taken so long It must have been a bitch while I was gone You mind if I sit down for a while You'll reacquaint yourself with my style Well, how could you have waited so long It must have been a bitch while I was gone All this time you put up a fear For a hundred thousand years
I'm sorry to have taken so long It must have been a bitch while I was gone All this time you put up a fear For a hundred thousand years
And baby won't you let me I think I'm goin' out of my head I'm just about to, ooh yeah, ha
I'm sorry to have taken so long It must have been a bitch while I was gone You mind if I sit down for a while, would you babe You'll reacquaint yourself with my style
Mamas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys Composer(s): Ed Bruce; Patsy Bruce Performer(s): Willie Nelson and various other artists
Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys Don't let them pick guitars and drive in old trucks Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys They'll never stay home and they're always alone Even with someone they love
Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold And they'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold Lone Star belt buckles and old faded Levis And each night begins a new day And if you don't understand him and he don't die young He'll probably just ride away
Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys Don't let them pick guitars and drive in old trucks Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys They'll never stay home and they're always alone Even with someone they love
A cowboy loves smokey old pool rooms and clear mountain mornings Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night Them that don't know him won't like him and them that do Sometimes won't know how to take him He's not wrong he's just different and his pride won't let him Do things to make you think he's right
Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys Don't let them pick guitars and drive in old trucks Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys They'll never stay home and they're always alone Even with someone they love
Mama's Boy Composer(s): Johnny Ramone; Dee Dee Ramone; Tommy Erdelyi Originally performed by: The Ramones
1-2-3-4
Couldn't keep a secret got a concrete skull Couldn't shut up you're an imbecile You're an ugly dog there's nothing to gain You couldn't shut up got a bad bad brain
Couldn't hold your tongue you were just too young Like a two year old you told you told You are all the same jelly bean brain Every one's a secret nerd every one's a closet lame
Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-mama's boy Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-mama's boy Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-mama's boy
Don't want to work in a hot dog stand Be a busboy messenger or a doorman It's an abstract world you're an abstract man Abstract city don't give a damn
I can't wait to say all the things I want to say You don't help at all, thinking I am just a fool But one has changed and one remains, going on
Even if it takes a thousand years or more Even if we cried a thousand tears, I'm sure We'd still want more and more
Just the other day taking love you won't repay Where's the give and take? Tell me why the sudden heartache? The emptiness and loneliness say it all
Even if it takes a thousand years or more Even if we cried a thousand tears, I'm sure We'd still want more and more
Walked all over me, played around with my heart Who knows where or when from the middle through until the end? An easy touch, you knew as much all along
Even if it takes a thousand years or more Even if we cried a thousand tears, I'm sure We'd still want more and more
Ik zoek naar een dorp vol oude huisjes Met langs de weg die houten kruisjes En een kapel onder de linde Je kan het bijna niet meer vinden
Ik zie zo'n dorp vaak in mijn dromen Daar geurt het hooi onder de bomen Ik zoek naar een weg om er te komen Maar dat is lang voorbij
Waar het gras nog groeit en een bloem nog bloeit Zat men hand in hand aan de waterkant Er was toen nog geen rijkdom, geen weelde maar wel mensen die elkaars lief en leed deelde
waar is zo'n dorp nu toch gebleven waar de natuur niet is verdreven Ik zou het zo graag nog eens beleven Maar dat is lang voorbij
Er was toen nog geen rijkdom, geen weelde maar wel mensen die elkaars lief en leed deelde
waar is zo'n dorp nu toch gebleven waar de natuur niet is verdreven Ik zou het zo graag nog eens beleven Maar dat is lang voorbij
10538 Overture Composer(s): Jeff Lynne Performer(s): Electric Light Orchestra
Did you see your friend crying from his eyes today Did you see him run through the streets and far away Aah Did you see him run, did you see him fall Did his life flash by at the bedroom door Did you hear the news it came across the air today Someone has been found on the rocks down in the bay Ahhh Did you see him hide, did you see him crawl Does his life mean more than it did before Did you see that man running through the streets today Did you catch his face, was it 10538 Ahhhh
Maman, Papa Composer(s): Georges Brassens; Patachou Performer(s): Georges Brassens; Patachou
Maman, maman, en faisant cette chanson Maman, maman, je r'deviens petit garçon Alors je suis sage en classe Et, pour te fair' plaisir J'obtiens les meilleures places Ton désir Maman, maman, je préfèere à mes jeux fous Maman, maman, demeurer sur tes genoux Et, sans un mot dire, entendre tes refrains charmants Maman, maman, maman, maman
Papa, papa, en faisant cette chanson Papa, papa, je r'deviens petit garçon Et je t'entends sous l'orage User tout ton humour Pour redonner du courage A nos curs lourds Papa, papa, il n'y eut pas entre nous Papa, papa, de tendresse ou de mots doux Pourtant on s'aimait, bien qu'on ne se l'avouât pas Papa, papa, papa, papa
Maman, papa, en faisant cette chanson Maman, papa, je r'deviens petit garçon Et, grâce à cet artifice Soudain je comprends Le prix de vos sacrifices Mes parents Maman, papa, toujours je regretterai Maman, papa, de vous avoir fait pleurer Au temps où nos curs ne se comprenaient encor pas Maman, papa, maman, papa
10th Street Composer(s): Mark Avsec Performer(s): Donnie Iris
Me and Pooch we were from the west end of town And all the kids on the streets
used to hang at the corner playground There was Billy and Bobby and Rikki the Knife And the girl I swear I'd love till the day I died In the summers outta school you knew just what to do
On 10th Street There's no school like my old school On 10th Street There's no food like the greasy spoon On 10th Street There's no bar like Crazy Lou's On 10th Street I wish that I could go back home
I didn't want to be your whipping post But I pledge my love to the girl I love the most And old pal Bonio he was straining his neck I guess you got a little lovin' but you lost your respect Yeah me and Pooch we were laughin' Yeah we always had a ball
On 10th Street Life was so simple then On 10th Street I miss all my good old friends On 10th Street Give me a house with a picket fence On 10th Street That's my America
But now they put up a parking lot They made the people all get out Damn the man with a plan to put an end I said damn the man with a plan to put an end to 10th Street
On 10th Street Life was so simple then On 10th Street I miss all my good old friends On 10th Street Give me a house with a picket fence On 10th Street That's my America
God Bless America God Bless America Yeah On 10th Street God Bless America
11 Y 6 Composer(s): Fito Paez Performer(s): Fito Paez
En un café se vieron por casualidad cansas en el alma de tanto andar ella tenia un clavel en la mano el se acerco, le pregunto si andaba bien llegaba a la ventana en puntas de pie y la llevo a caminar por corrientes miren todos, ellos solos pueden mas que el amor y son mas fuertes que el Olimpo se escondieron en el Centro y en el baño de un bar sellaron todo con un beso durante un mes vendieron rosas en La Paz presiento que no importaba nada mas y entre los dos juntaban algo no se por que jamas los volví a ver el carga con 11 y ella con 6 y si reía, el le daba la luna miren todos, ellos solos pueden mas que el amor, y son mas fuertes que el Olimpo se escondieron en el Centro y en el baño de un bar sellaron todo con un beso...
