Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Hay hombres que se las pasan Manoseando a las mujeres Yo no entiendo cómo pueden Disfrutar esos placeres Si bailan con una chica Buscan posición Con las manos sueltas Y en la confusión Entre todo el movimiento Y en el ajetreo Es el preciso momento ¿para qué? Maniculitanteo, aprovechan del meneo Maniculitanteo, eso yo no lo deseo Maniculitanteo, la fiesta está en su apogeo Maniculitanteo, ya me está dando mareo Hay hombres que se las pasan Manoseando a las mujeres Qué manera tan grosera La que tienen esos seres
Buscan los lugares buenos Donde hay mucha gente Se van deslizando Como una serpiente Estudian el elemento Y hacen un sondeo Porque ya llegó el momento ¿para qué?
Maniculitanteo, se aprovechan del meneo Maniculitanteo, ten cuidado con Doroteo Maniculitanteo, esto se está poniendo feo Maniculitanteo, se puede formar un peo'
21st Century Man Composer(s): Jeff Lynne Performer(s): Electric Light Orchestra
A penny in your pocket Suitcase in your hand They won't get you very far Now you're a 21st century man
Fly across the city Rise above the land You can do 'most anything Now you're a 21st century man
Though you ride on the wheels of tomorrow (tomorrow) You still wander the fields of your sorrow What will it bring?
One day you're a hero Next day you're a clown There's nothing that is in between Now you're a 21st century man
You should be so happy You should be so glad So why are you so lonely You 21st century man?
You stepped out of a dream Believing everything was gone Return with what you've learned They'll kiss the ground you walk upon
Things ain't how you thought they were Nothing have you planned So pick up your penny and your suitcase You're not a 21st century man
Though you ride on the wheels of tomorrow You still wander the fields of your sorrow (sorrow) Tomorrow, 21st century man 21st century man 21st century man
Maniac Composer(s): Dennis Matkosky; Michael Sembello Originally performed by: Michael Sembello
Just a small town girl on a saturday night lookin' for the fight of her life In the real-time world no one sees her at all they all say she's crazy
Locking rhythms to the beat of her heart, changing woman into life She has danced into the danger zone, when a dancer becomes a dance
It can cut you like a knife, if the gift becomes the fire On a wire between will and what will be
She's a maniac, maniac on the floor And she's dancing like she's never danced before She's a maniac, maniac on the floor And she's dancing like she's never danced before
On the ice-build iron sanity is a place most never see It's a hard warm place of mystery, touch it, but can't hold it You work all your life for that moment in time, it could come or pass you by It's a push of the world, but there's always a chance If the hunger stays the night
There's a cold connective heat, struggling, stretching for defeat Never stopping with her head against the wind
She's a maniac, maniac, I sure know And she's dancing like she's never danced before She's a maniac, maniac, I sure know And she's dancing like she's never danced before
It can cut you like a knife, if the gift becomes the fire On a wire between will and what will be
She's a maniac, maniac, I sure know And she's dancing like she's never danced before
21st Century Sha La La La Girl Composer(s): Joe Elliott; Phil Collen; Rick Savage Performer(s): Def Leppard
24 hours of every day I'd walk on glass just to hear you say 'Gettin' it on is like a drug to me I want you baby, can't you see?'
I'm crashed, I'm crushed, and I'm stuck on you I'd do anything that you want me to I'd crawl on my knees just to get to you I close my eyes and girl it's true
On a psychadelic space machine, galactic sugar high Like a caffeinated satellite goin' way past 99 C'mon be my
21st century girl, all outrageous, quite contagious 21st century babe, you got solar fire 21st century girl, sweet romancer, cosmic dancer 21st century sha la la la girl
Kiss this, you're blowin' my mind Never say never, but I'm takin' my time Girl to the world from the a to the z I fall for you so easily
Catch my breath 'cause I know too well That I just can't control myself Realize we synchronize It's only when I close my eyes
On a psychadelic space machine, galactic sugar high Like a caffeinated satellite goin' way past 99 C'mon be my
21st century girl, all outrageous, quite contagious 21st century babe, you got solar fire 21st century girl, sweet romancer, cosmic dancer 21st century, she's high on flying
Flying, flying You take me up, you set me free No time to breathe, just zero g High, still flying, no gravity She's flying
On a psychadelic space machine, galactic sugar high Like a caffeinated satellite goin' way past 99 C'mon be my
21st century girl, all outrageous, quite contagious 21st century babe, you got solar fire 21st century girl, sweet romancer, cosmic dancer 21st century, high on flying 21st century, sha la la la girl She's a 21st century, sha la la la girl 21st century, sha la la la girl She's a 21st century sha la la la girl
Mani Bucate Composer(s): Sergio Endrigo Originally performed by: Sergio Endrigo
Non hai saputo tenerti niente neanche un sorriso sincero e avevi il mondo il mondo intero nelle tue mani Tutto hai perduto anche l'amore buttato via dalle tue mani mani bucate
Non hai saputo tenerti niente neanche un amico sincero Avevi tanto e hai sempre dato tutto a nessuno Tutto hai perduto anche il mio cuore buttato via dalle tue mani mani bucate
Ora lo sai nessuno torna indietro e io non sono più io E' inutile che pensi a me
Adesso piangi adesso chiedi un po' di amore sincero Un po' d'amore per il tuo cuore solo e malato Non c'e' nessuno che ti dia un fiore ne' una mano per le tue mani mani bucate
Non c'e' nessuno che ti dia un fiore ne' una mano per le tue mani mani bucate
Non c'e' nessuno che ti dia un fiore ne' una mano per le tue mani mani bucate
22 Acacia Avenue Composer(s): Steve Harris; Smith Performer(s): Iron Maiden
If you're feeling down depressed and lonely I know a place where we can go 22 Acacia Avenue meet a lady that I know So if you're looking for a good time And you're prepared to pay the price Fifteen quid is all she asks for Everybody's got their vice
If you're waiting for a long time for the rest to do their piece You can tell her that you know me and you might even get it free So any time you're down the East End don't you hesitate to go You can take my honest word for it she'll teach you more than you can know
Charlotte can't you get out from all this madness Can't you see it only brings you sadness When you entertain your men don't know the risk of getting disease
Some day when you're reaching the age of forty I bet you'll regret the days when you were laying Nobody then will want to know You won't have any beautiful wares to show any more
22, the avenue that's the place where we all go You will find it's warm inside the red light's burning bright tonight
Charlotte isn't it time you stopped this mad life Don't you ever think about the bad times Why do you have to live this way Do you enjoy your lay or is it the pay
Sometimes when your strolling down the avenue The way you walk it make men think of having you When you're walking down the street Everybody stops and turns to stare at you
Beat her mistreat her do anything that you please Bite her excite her make her get down on her knees Abuse her misuse her she can take all that you've got Caress her molest her she always does what you want
You're running away don't you know what you're doing Can't you see it'll lead you to ruin Charlotte you've taken your life and you've thrown it away You believe that because what you're earning Your life's good don't you know that you're hurting All the people that love you don't cast them aside All the men that are constantly drooling It's no life for you stop all that screwing You're packing your bags and you're coming with me
22 Years Composer(s): John Curulewski Performer(s): Styx
I've got a crazy little mama Lord, she's my heart and soul I don't even have to tell ya she knows how to rock and roll
well this crazy lovin' mama makin' everything all right I don't even have to tell ya she makes things seem outta sight all right
whenever I'm down and nothings going right at all I just think about my baby and all I've got to do is call
when the evening's looking pretty and the day's hanging out too long I know my baby cares about me right or wrong
it took a long time to find her it took a lot of laughs and tears it took a long time to find her it took me 22 years
I've got a crazy little mama said, Lord, she's my heart and soul yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah I don't even have to tell ya she know's how to rock and roll
well this crazy lovin' mama makin' everything all right yeah I don't even have to tell ya she makes things seem outta sight all right
it took a long time to find her it took a lot of laughs and tears it took a long time to find her it took me 22 years oh my
22 years 22 years 22 years 22 years 22 years 22 years 22 years
Manhattan Downbeat Composer(s): Harry Warren; Ira Gershwin Performer(s): Fred Astaire
Tempo, you know that good old tempo
Just give me that Manhattan Downbeat That beats a tempo of its own You've got to shout, "This is it!" The day you visit The jumpinest town has ever been known Keep your Paree and London town beat Up with your 'bockers stands alone Drive up any avenue, swing down any street No beat has Manhattan Downbeat beat!
Manhattan has a beat that's all its own Manhattan has a beat to call its own So, Mister Leader, when you give the band the downbeat A one, two, three
And give 'em that Manhattan Downbeat That beats a tempo of its own; You've got to shout, "This is it!" The day you visit The jumpinest town has ever been known Keep your Paree and London town beat Up with your 'bockers stands alone Drive up any avenue, swing down any street No beat has Manhattan Downbeat No beat has Manhattan Downbeat No beat has Manhattan Downbeat beat!
Tengo 23 rostros para verte tengo 23 manos que te tocan tengo 23 sueños reunidos en fila india Tengo 23 años de distancia tengo 23 años de tamaño tengo 23 años de momentos de melodías y reloj
Ahora tengo 23 caracoles 23 buenos pretextos para hacerte compañía 23 caminatas sin saber dónde ir 23 voces mías diciendo "vivo cerca" 23 alegrías nuestra complicidad 23 llaves verdes abriéndonos la puerta -y mi casa que queda en la calle 23 tiene 23 siglos distintos que vivir- 23 divisiones de estrellas desfilando 23 sensaciones rompiendo las ventanas 23 pasadizos abiertos al delirio 23 mil pasiones en una sola cama 23 espejismos 23 agonías 23 deserciones 23 veces mía (si es posible por supuesto si es posible)
Las cábalas dirán horrores de mi número pero de pronto el 23 se me antoja de suerte para quien lleva 23 tiempos sobre sí (quien sabe si es acaso mi número de muerte)
23 es pedazos de piedras del amor 23 es el polvo que hay en las ventanas 23 un cristal bien ahumado para mirar al sol 23 es un rostro al espejo una mañana 23 sale el día 23 va la noche 23 23 23...
Mangos Composer(s): Dale Libby; Sid Wayne Performer(s): Rosemary Clooney and various other artists
Mangos, papayas, chestnuts from the fire In my house of straw, I have so much more Pie from the pidgeon, I fix in the kitchen Each bite is just right for your appetite
Now if you like the way I cook And if you like the way I look Then step inside my shady nook And you'll find mangos and papayas Anything your heart desires
Mangos, papayas, chestnuts from the fire The food is so good you will wanna stay
Eat up and drink up And maybe you'll Think of the day When we say, preacher man, okay (Okay)
Now if you like the way I cook And if you like the way I look Then step inside my shady nook And you'll find mangos and papayas Anything your heart desires
Mangos, papayas, chestnuts from the fire The food is so good you will wanna stay
Eat up and drink up And maybe you'll Think of the day When we say, preacher man, okay (Okay)
2'35 De Bonheur Composer(s): J.M. Rivat; F. Thomas; J. Renard Performer(s): Sylvie Vartan
Chaque soir tu vas chanter Pourtant tu n'es pas vraiment loin de moi Je n'suis pas tout à fait abandonnée Si je m'ennuie je peux retrouver ta voix
J'écoute un disque de toi Ça fait 2'35 de bonheur Et ça me donne quand tu n'es pas là Un petit peu de joie dans le cur
Je peux m'imaginer Que je fais tout ce que je veux de toi Je te ferai dire ce qu'il me plaît Et tu me dis 100 fois : "Oh ! Je n'aime que toi".
Le disque est un peu rayé Je l'ai fait jouer tant et tant de fois Les paroles se sont effacées Mais je devine encore ta voix
{voix homme:} Chaque soir, je peux chanter Pourtant je ne suis pas vraiment loin de toi Tu n'es pas tout à fait abandonnée Et tu sais que je n'aime que toi
Je peux m'imaginer Que je fais tout ce que je veux de toi Je te ferai dire ce qu'il me plaît Et tu me dis 100 fois : "Oh ! Je n'aime que toi". J'écoute un disque de toi Ça fait 2'35 de bonheur Et ça me donne quand tu n'es pas là Un tout petit peu de joie dans le cur Un p'tit peu de joie dans le cur
{voix homme:} Chaque soir, je veux chanter Pourtant je ne suis pas vraiment loin de toi Tu n'es pas tout à fait abandonnée Et tu sais bien que je n'aime que toi
Mangos Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg; Julien Clerc; Martin Simon Performer(s): Julien Clerc
Petite liane tu danses au gré du vent Moi le macaque je te suis en rêvant J'aimerais mordre dans les jolies mangos Qu'tu balances là-haut
Petite liane tu danses sur le temps Et tu te bouges comme un petit serpent J'aimerais mordre dans les noix de coco Qu'tu balances là-haut
En boire le lait chaud Mango joli mango Je t'avale fruit tropical Mon joli mango J'adore la saveur végétale De ta peau
Petite liane tu danses au gré du vent Moi le macaque je vais d'arrière en avant J'aimerais mordre dans les jolies mangos Grimper tout là-haut, là-haut, tout là-haut
Mango joli mango Je t'avale fruit tropical Mon joli mango J'adore la saveur végétale De ta peau
Petite liane tu n'aimes pas les ouragans Mais moi le macaque, j'suis pas orang-outang Laisse-moi mordre dans les jolies mangos Qu'tu balances là-haut, là-haut, tout là-haut
Mango joli mango Je t'avale fruit tropical Mon joli mango J'adore la saveur végétale Des fibres de ta peau
J'veux grimper là-haut Grimper tout là-haut, là-haut Mango Mango
24 Green Street Composer(s): John Fischer Performer(s): Peter, Paul & Mary
The paint is old and peeling The shutters show some cracks There's a heavy limb on the apple tree That's got to be cut back There's some water in the cellar A little sagging in the floor But this house has weathered many storms It will weather many more
'Cause I scraped away the peeling paint And found the wood was good and strong And I found a firm foundation Had been there all along There's nothing here that a little work And time can't heal 'Cause everything underneath is real
Nerves are frayed and ragged Patience is wearing thin Words were said in fits of rage That never should have been We bruised each other badly Lost respect along the way But there's too much here worth saving To throw it all away
Can't we lay aside our fear and pride And find the good within All that we have shared before Can be restored again There's nothing here that a little work And time can't heal 'Cause everything underneath is real
Non si scherza, non è un gioco sta arrivando Mangiafuoco lui comanda e muove i fili fa ballare i burattini
State attenti tutti quanti non fa tanti complimenti chi non balla, o balla male lui lo manda all'ospedale
Ma se scopre che tu i fili non ce l'hai se si accorge che tu il ballo non lo fai allora sono guai - e te ne accorgerai attento a quel che fai - attento ragazzo che chiama i suoi gendarmi e ti dichiara pazzo!...
C'è un gran ballo, questa sera ed ognuno ha la bandiera marionette, commedianti balleranno tutti quanti
Tutti i capi di partito e su in alto Mangiafuoco Mangiafuoco fa le scelte muove i fili e si diverte
Ma se scopre....ecc.
C'è una danza molto bella tra Arlecchino e Pulcinella si riempiono di calci si spaccano le ossa Mangiafuoco sta alla cassa
Mangiafuoco fa i biglietti tiene i prezzi molto alti non c'è altro concorrente chi ci prova se ne pente!...
Tu étais encore dans mes bras hier Aujourd'hui t'es dans mon sac à bandoulière C'est en été, qu'on s'est connu On s'embrassait sous les étoiles Du feu d'artifice Que j'aimais tes yeux couleur azur Mais je suis seule à présent il ne reste plus De nos amours, de nos délices Rien qu'une photo en 24/36
Souviens-toi juste avant notre rupture Je te tenais contre moi grandeur nature Les pieds dans l'eau, à demi nus On pêchait les petits poissons en s'offrant des réglisses Tu avais un joli teint de métisse Mais je suis seule à présent il ne reste plus De nos amours, de nos délices Rien qu'une photo en 24/36
Mais au mois d'août on est un peu fous Tous les baigneur font les fous C'est tous les jours dimanche, on fait la planche On avait les cheveux couleur maïs Mais je suis seule à présent il ne reste plus De nos amours, de nos délices Rien qu'une photo en 24/36
Je pleure aujourd'hui devant la photo Je nous revois on s'aimait en pédalo On s'est connus, perdus de vue Je vois déjà sur le papier que nos amours jaunissent Je n'vois plus tes yeux couleur azur Et je suis seule à présent il ne reste plus De nos amours, de nos délices Rien qu'une photo en 24/36
