Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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15 Minutes Of Fame Composer(s): Randy Bachman Performer(s): Randy Bachman
They all go to London Just to play the game They try to be different Cuz they just can't be the same They change their hair their sex Their makeup and their name They give the people what they want So no one is to blame
(chorus) They just want 15 minutes 15 minutes of fame
Can't play much music But they make a lotta noise They hang in the right places Trying to be one of the boys Spend all their money on their habits and their toys Creative spending of record advances That's how they get their joys
(chorus) (chorus)
If you go to London You're sure to see the sight A half a million people Trying to make it overnight They want their 15 minutes They want their 15 minutes And they'll get their 15 minutes 15 minutes of fame
Just being outrageous seems to be teir game Make headlines in the music press again and again London is the launching pad for their name And pretty soon they're number one in the U S of A
They got their 15 minutes They got their 15 minutes They got their 15 minutes of fame
Managua, Nicaragua Composer(s): Albert Gamse; Irving Fields Performer(s): Guy Lombardo and various other artists
Managua, Nicaragua is a beautiful town You buy a hacienda for a few pesos down You give it to the lady you are tryin' to win But her papa doesn't let you come in
Managua, Nicaragua is a heavenly place You ask a señorita for a 'leetle' embrace She answers you, "Caramba! scram-ba bambarito" In Managua, Nicaragua, that's "No"
I have been to many tropic ports I might include even Brooklyn If you're ever feelin' out of sorts I'd like to recommend a look in...
Managua, Nicaragua, what a wonderful spot There's coffee and bananas and a temperature hot So take a trip and on a ship go sailing away Across the agua to Managua, Nicaragua, olé Olé, olé Across the agua to Managua, Nicaragua, olé
Managua, Nicaragua is a beautiful town You buy a hosienda for a few pesos down You give it to the lady you are tryin' to win But her papa doesn't let you come in
Managua, Nicaragua is a heavenly place You ask a señorita for a 'leetle' embrace She answers you, "Caramba! scram-ba bambarito" In Managua, Nicaragua, that's "No"
Every day is made for play and fun 'Cause every day is fiesta And they work from twelve o'clock to one Minus an hour for siesta
Managua, Nicaragua, what a wonderful spot There's coffee and bananas and a temperature hot So take a trip and on a ship go sailing away Across the agua to Managua, Nicaragua, olé Olé, olé Across the agua to Managua, Nicaragua, olé
Move along, move along, move along Said the man with the uniform on Get away, get away, get away Said the goldfish to the whale Oh what have I done now And the goldfish replied you fool You're too big for me And I'm too yellow for you
Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up Said the greyhound to her pup What a life, what a life, what a life Said the husband to his wife Oh Where did we go wrong And the husband to put it crude Said you're no fun anymore And I'm fed up with
You and me and baby makes 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 8, 9, 10 and 11 12, 13, 14, 15 times 44 is 660!
And again, and again, and again Said the masochist to his friend What a cheek, what a cheek, what a cheek Said the hen to the Portuguese Oh what have we done wrong And the hen replied you fools You're too many for me And I'm too chicken for
You and me and baby makes 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 8, 9, 10 and 11 12, 13, 14, 15 times 44 is 660!
Man With Money Composer(s): Don Everly; Phil Everly Originally performed by: The Everly Brothers Covered by various other artists
She wants a man with lots of money, and I'm a poor boy He buys her things, she calls him honey, she calls me poor boy What good does it do to give her love good and true? When any fool would understand She thinks money makes a man
She wants a man with lots of money, and I'm a poor boy She wants the things you buy with money and not a poor boy
Man with money Man with money Man with money
Just down the street, I know a place When they're asleep, I'll cover my face I'll break the lock, open the door I'll slip inside, I'll rob the store
Then I'll be a man with lots of money and not a poor boy I'll buy her things, she'll call me honey and not a poor boy
Man with money Man with money Man with money Man with money Man with money
We flew into town on Sunday had to find a place by Monday Tried Bridgeport and Westport 'til we found a place that we thought would do 157 Riverside Avenue
Saugatuck river's flowin', mother nature's colors were showin' So cold, so rainy, we couldn't help feelin' blue Not enough time, too many things to do
We met a young girl on Main Street, wanted to just pass her by She was homely, so lonely, she said, "can I make love to you" We shouted 157 Riverside Avenue
It's over, miss Lena, we're leaving Such a pleasant stay, I must say So nice, so easy, we hate to say goodbye to you At 157 Riverside Avenue
Män Utan Kvinnor Composer(s): Ulf Lundell Performer(s): Ulf Lundell
Vi är män utan kvinnor Vi är på drift i världen Vi är allas och ingens vän och vi dricker ibland och vi längtar efter nånting att dö för Vi längtar efter godsen Vi längtar efter familjerna Vi längtar efter mening här i världen
Vi är män utan kvinnor Vi sa ett sista ord och vi ljuger ibland men vi håller vad vi lovar Vi är riddare i en värld av väderkvarnar Vi skall aldrig mer gå ner oss Var och en av oss är hövding nu Om en av oss faller tar en annan hans plats
Och stolta skall vi stiga fram som örnar och som kungar Och vi skyller inte från oss lika lite som vi ber om ursäkt
Vi är män utan kvinnor Vi vill riva Maya-slöjan Vi vill se bakom viljan Vi hör bergen till och stigarna och havet Vi ska finna vad vi söker ibland kvinnor utan män Vi kan aldrig nå varann men vi är invigda i samma hemlighet Män utan kvinnor
15e Round Composer(s): Bernard Lavilliers Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Faut pas jouer les loubards Pas casser les portes Pas rêver qu'un blouson noir Décupler les forces Si j'pouvais m'arrêter là Passer mes gants et mes bras Autour de son cou fragile Et rêver que c'est facile Et rêver que c'est facile
Frappe du gauche! frappe des mains Avance toujours! avance! Fais gaffe au contre! serre bien les poings! Avance toujours! avance! Rentre le tête! ton crochet droit! Avance toujours! avance! T'es un ringard! t'as pas de souffle! Avance toujours! avance! T'es pas mobile! et t'es trop lourd! Avance toujours! avance! Les coups sonnent! on aime ça! Avance toujours! avance! T'es trop vieux et c'est la dernière fois Qu't'avances toujours! qu't'avances!
J'aimerais revoir ma mère, v'là mon grand qui rentre Tout petit en plein hiver au chaud dans son ventre Un petit jardin discret des soucis et des pensées Tout un monde simplifié et des yeux pour vérifier Tout un monde simplifié et des yeux pour vérifier
C'est souvent dur à porter toute la violence Tu peux pas te raconter faire des confidences Une fois qu'il est sectionné le cordon vital Tu comprends qu'il faut miser sur tes initiales Tu comprends qu'il faut miser sur tes initiales
J'ai mal aux mains, j'ai mal aux os J'avance toujours! j'avance! J'relève mes poings, j'fais le gros dos J'avance toujours! j'avance! Je touche trente sacs pour ce boulot J'avance toujours! j'avance! Si j'dormais plus, j'aurais l'tempo J'avance toujours! j'avance! Je l'ai touché! ça coule à flot! J'avance toujours! j'avance! Il y a du sang plein les carreaux J'avance toujours! j'avance! Je vais l'finir! j'aurai sa peau! J'avance toujours! j'avance! Crochet au foie! j'suis dans l'sirop!
Je suis un fou, un paumé, j'ai les mains qui tremblent Je veux bien t'imaginer, une vie ensemble Je vais rentrer à l'hôtel dans la jungle des poubelles En passant près du métro j'appellerai son numéro En passant près du métro j'appellerai son numéro
Mon poids mort sur son divan j'ai le corps qui vibre Une marée en dedans qui perd l'équilibre J'ai envie de faire l'amour lentement et en plein jour Dans une chambre chauffée, habitée, ensoleillé! Dans une chambre chauffée, habitée, ensoleillé!
Faut pas jouer les loubards Pas casser les portes Pas rêver qu'un blouson noir Décupler les forces Si j'pouvais m'arrêter là Passer les gants et mes bras Autour de son cou fragile Et rêver que c'est facile Et rêver que c'est facile
Man Smart (Woman Smarter) Composer(s): Norman Span Performer(s): Harry Belafonte and various other artists
I say let us put man and a woman together To find out which one is smarter Some say man but I say no The woman got the man de day should know
And not me but the people they say That de man are leading de women astray But I say, that the women of today Smarter than the man in every way Thats right de woman is uh smarter Thats right de woman is uh smarter Thats right de woman is uh smarter, thats right, thats right
Ever since the world began Woman was always teaching man And I you listen to my bid attentively I goin tell you how she smarter than me
Samson was the strongest man long ago No one could a beat him, as we all know Until he clash with Deliah on top of the bed She told them all the strength was in the hair of his head
You meet a girl at a pretty dance Thinking that you would stand a chance Take her home, thinking shes alone Open de door you find her husband home
I was treating a girl independently She was making baby for me When de baby born and I went to see Eyes was blue it was not by me
Garden of Eden was very nice Adam never work in Paradise Eve meet snake, Paradise gone She make Adam work from that day on
Methusaleh spent all his life in tears Lived without a woman for 900 years One day he decided to have some fun The poor man never lived to see 900 and one
16th Avenue Composer(s): Tom Schuyler Performer(s): Janie Fricke & Lacy J. Dalton
From the corners of the country From the cities and the farms With years and years of livin' Tucked up underneath their arms They walked away from everything Just to see a dream come true So, God bless the boys who make the noise On 16th Avenue
With a million dollar spirit And an old flat-top guitar They drive to town with all they own In a hundred dollar car `Cause one time someone told them About a friend of a friend they knew Who owns, you know, a studio On 16th Avenue
Now some are born to money They've never had to say "Survive" And others swing a nine-pound hammer Just to stay alive There's cowboys, drunks and Christians Mostly white and black and blue They've all dialed the phone collect to home From 16th Avenue
Ah, but then one night in some empty room Where no curtains ever hung Like a miracle some golden words Roll off of someone's tongue And after years of being nothin' They're all looking right at you And for a while they'll go in style On 16th Avenue
Hey, it looks so uneventful So quiet and discreet But a lot of lives where changed Down on that little one-way street `Cause they walked away from everything Just to see a dream come true So, God bless the boys who make the noise On 16th Avenue
From the corners of the country From the cities and the farms With years and years of livin' Tucked up underneath their arms They walked away from everything Just to sing for me and you.........Fade
Man Piaba Composer(s): Harry Belafonte; Henry Rollins Performer(s): Harry Belafonte; The Seriously Unserious Trio
When I was a lad of three-foot-three Certain questions occurred to me So I asked me father quite seriously To tell me the story 'bout the bird and bee He stammered and he stuttered pathetically And this is what he said to me
He said, "The woman piaba and the man piaba and the Ton Ton call baka lemon grass The lily root, gully root, belly root uhmm And the famous grandy scratch scratch
It was clear as mud but it covered the ground And the confusion made the brain go 'round I went and ask a good friend of mine Known to the world as Albert Einstein He said "Son, from the beginning of time and creativity There existed the force of relativity Pi r square and a minus ten means a routine only when The solar system in one light year Make the Hayden planetarium disappear So if Mt Everest doesn't move I am positive that it will prove
That the woman piaba and the man piaba And the Ton Ton call baka lemon grass The lily root, gully root, belly root uhmm And the famous grandy scratch scratch
It was clear as mud but it covered the ground And the confusion made the brain go 'round I grabbed a boat and went abroad In Baden Baden asked Sigmund Freud He said "Son, from your sad face remove the grouch Put the body down up on the couch I can see from your frustration a neurotic sublimation Hey love and hate is psychosomatic Your Rorsach shows that you're a peri pathetic It all started with a broken sibling In the words of the famous Rudyard Kipling
That the woman piaba and the man piaba And the Ton Ton call baka lemon grass The lily root, gully root, belly root uhmm And the famous grandy scratch scratch
Well I traveled far and I traveled wide And I don't even have me self a bride All the great men upon this earth Have confused me since my birth I've been over land and been over sea Trying to find answer 'bout the bird and bee But now that I am ninety three I don't give a darn you see
If the woman piaba and the man piaba And the Ton Ton call baka lemon grass The lily root, gully root, belly root uhmm And the famous grandy scratch scratch
You're only 29 got a lot to learn But when your business (mummy) dies she will not return we make (like) noise it's our choice it's what we wanna do we don't care about long hairs I don't wear flares See my face not a trace no reality I don't work I just speed that's all I need
I'm a lazy sod say you're lazy I'm a lazy sod I can't even be bothered Lazy!
Man Overboard Composer(s): Bob Welch Performer(s): Bob Welch
Too much too soon, sure was sweet Foreign cars soft leather seats Foreign prices can't compete We can't go back, were in too deep Man overboard For rich or poor They all want more We've gone too far, man overboard Man overboard You can't ignore It's so hard core We've gone too far, man overboard Man get laid off, he can't eat, Vietnam Vet., he can't sleep Big Rolls Royce drivin' down the street two sexy blondes in the back seat! Man Overboard When it rains, it pours I vote against I don't vote for We've gone too far, man overboard Man overboard No he can't afford You've got enough But we want more He's gone to far, man overboard I'm bored over everything I read I'm bored over everything on T.V. I'm bored over you I'm bored over me I'm overboard Way overboard Man overboard! Man overboard I'm falling overboard We'll I'm so bored They've gone too far, man overboard Man overboard It's all their fault I've think I gone too far, man overboard
Man On Your Mind Composer(s): Glenn Shorrock; Kerryn Tolhurst Performer(s): Little River Band; Birtles Shorrock Goble; Beeb Birtles
I can feel it floating away Inch by inch, day by day Love boat set itself free Castaway, slipping out to sea
I can feel it coming adrift Even a blind man could see the rift From an ocean liner to a Chinese Junk There ain't been a ship that can't be sunk
I used to dream it could last forever But pipedreams never come true I'd be foolin' myself if I never Thought something like this Couldn't happen to you
I said baby you've got a man on your mind You got a weight on your shoulders How you ever gonna find the words to say goodbye
You don't know just what you got till it's gone I guess you heard that a lot but it's true It's not just a game You can't change your life By changing your name
It's not something you can hide away Sooner or later it starts to show It's written on your face You've been betrayed Do you really believe that I don't know
I said baby you've got a man on your mind You got a weight on your shoulders How you ever gonna find the words to say goodbye It's already fallen So it's no use to fight And if he starts callin' Let him know you're with me For the rest of the night
Ooh I said baby you've got a man on your mind You got a weight on your shoulders How you ever gonna find the words to say goodbye
Baby you've got a man on your mind You got a weight on your shoulders How you ever gonna find the words to say goodbye
Je l'ai vue je l'ai vue je vous jure un matin Arrivant en avion de son pays lointain Aussi fraîche aussi tendre aussi gaie qu'un printemps Et s'arrêta le temps
Elle avait le teint mat des yeux croissant de lune Sur ses reins qui dansaient deux longues tresses brunes Donnaient à sa jeunesse un éclat triomphant Sous le soleil levant
Elle était à la fois timide et sûre d'elle Par sa voix ses propos sa grâce naturelle Rien ne la distinguait des filles de ce temps Elle avait dix-sept ans
Nulle ombre ne voilait son regard enfantin Nul regret ne faisait palpiter sa poitrine Elle avait au combat de sa main douce et fine Tué dix américains
Man On The Silver Mountain Composer(s): Ritchie Blackmore; Dio Performer(s): Rainbow and various other artists
I'm a wheel, I'm a wheel I can roll, I can feel And you can't stop me turning 'Cause I'm the sun, I'm the sun I can move, I can run But you'll never stop me burning! Coming down with fire, to lift my spirit higher Someone's screaming my name "Come and make me holy again!" I'm the man on the silver mountain I'm the man on the silver mountain I'm the day, I'm the day I can show you the way And look! I'm right beside you! I'm the night, I'm the night I'm the dark and the light With eyes that see inside you Coming down with fire, to lift my spirit higher Someone's screaming my name "Come and make me holy again!" I'm the man on the silver mountain I'm the man on the silver mountain
18 Ans Demain Composer(s): Claude Moine; P. Papadianmandis Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell
Où qu' tu t'crois? Où tu vas? Explique-toi Tu veux quoi? Savoir Si dehors, c'est bien Avoir 18 ans, demain
Regard' ta mère, elle est inquiète Prête à pleurer Le type qui t' guette derrière la fenêtre Je vais m'le payer pardonne J'voulais pas t'blesser Pardonne J't'ai jamais parlé
Je n't'ai pas vu grandir Toi tu m'as vu vieillir... Là, j'en fais d'trop T'es l'début, moi la fin Et j' n'aurai jamais plus 18 ans demain
Emmène-moi Où tu vas C'est miné J'peux l'prouver Tu sais Dehors c'est pas bien Oui, j'sais Qu' t'as 18 ans demain
J'suis pas un exemple à citer J'peux pas prêcher Mais c'qui t'attend, c'est pas marrant J'l'ai pas cherché Pardonne J'voulais pas t'blesser Pardonne J't'ai jamais parlé
Je n't'ai pas vu grandir Toi tu m'as vu vieillir... Là, j'en fais d'trop T'es l'début, moi la fin Et j'n'aurai jamais plus 18 ans demain
Je n't'ai pas vu grandir Toi tu m'as vu vieillir... Là, j'en fais d'trop T'es l'début, moi la fin Et j'n'aurai jamais plus 18 ans demain
Man On The Corner Composer(s): Phil Collins Performer(s): Genesis; Daryl Stuermer
See the lonely man there on the corner What he's waiting for, I don't know But he waits everyday now He's just waiting for something to show
And nobody knows him And nobody cares 'Cos there's no hiding place There's no hiding place - for you
Looking everywhere at no one He sees everything and nothing at all - oh When he shouts nobody listens Where he leads no one will go - oh
He's a lonely man, there on the corner What he's waiting for, I don't know But he waits everyday now He's just waiting for something to show - oh
Nobody knows him And nobody cares 'Cos there's no hiding place There's no hiding place - for you and me
Are we just like all the rest We're looking too hard for something he's got Or moving too fast to rest But like a monkey on your back you need it But do you love it enough to leave it - ah
Just like the lonely man there on the corner What he's waiting for, I don't know - oh But he waits every day now He's just waiting for that something to show - oh
Who's the lonely man there on the corner What he's waiting for, I don't know But he's there every day now And he's just waiting for something to show - oh
Who's the lonely man there on the corner What he's waiting for, I don't know Oh but he waits every day now He's just waiting for that something to show
Good morning, young master, it's 1882 Your mother is hungry, what will you do? There is bread in the kitchen of the big house upstairs But I warn you, don't take it from them
Na na na na, du du, du du, na na du You'll be tarred, you'll be feathered, you'll be hung like a ham And I warn you, don't do it, young man
Your mother is calling, she wants you by the bed So get up, young master, go shake your sleepy head "Darling son, I am dying, and I leave it to you I'm leaving, tell me, what did I do?"
Du du du, du du du, du du du, du du du I'm dying, tell me, what did I do?"
Boy, he steals the bread, now that's enough, and heads for the door Man, he hears him coming, "Boy, you won't be running no more" Boy, he gets arrested and the case is tested that day Judge, he guilty makes him and the jailer takes him away
Du du du du, du du du du du, du du du du Du du du du, du du du, du du du du du du Good night to the outlaw, but you want to be free Good morning, oh, it's late, too late again
