Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Lucky Lips Composer(s): Jerry Leiber - Mike Stoller First recording/First release by: Ruth Brown - 1956/1957 Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1963 - Rote Lippen Soll Man Küssen (Peter Krauss) 1963 - Hymyhuulet (Johnny Four Cats) 1965 - Røde Læber Skal Man Kysse (Gustav Winckler) 1969 - Slid Og Slæb (Birthe Kjær) 1995 - Rode Lippen Moet Je Kussen (Paul Severs)
When I was just a little baby I didn't have many toys but my mama used to say son you got more than other boys Now you may not be good looking and you may not be too rich But you'll never ever be alone cause you've got lucky lips
Lucky lips are always kissing lucky lips are never blue Lucky lips will always find a pair of lips so true Don't need a four-leaf clover Rabbit's foot or a good luck charm With lucky lips you'll always have a baby in your arms
I never get heartbroken No, I'll never get the blues and if I play that game of love I know I just can't lose When they spin that wheel of fortune all I do is kiss my chips and I know I'm bound to win, yeah 'cause I've got lucky lips
Lucky lips are always kissing Lucky lips are never blue Lucky lips will always find a pair of lips so true Don't need a four-leaf clover Rabbit's foot or good luck charm With lucky lips I'll always have a baby in my arms
Rode Lippen Moet Je Kussen ((Adapted from: Lucky Lips (Ruth Brown) - 1956/1957)) Composer(s): Jerry Leiber - Mike Stoller - Johnny Hoes Performer(s): Paul Severs - 1995
Versions In Other Languages: 1963 - Rote Lippen Soll Man Küssen (Peter Krauss) 1963 - Hymyhuulet (Johnny Four Cats) 1965 - Røde Læber Skal Man Kysse (Gustav Winckler) 1969 - Slid Og Slæb (Birthe Kjær)
Ik zag een heel mooi meisje In een leuke discotheek Ik was meteen verloren Toen ik even naar haar keek
En voor ik het besefte Gaf ik haar spontaan En blozend vroeg dat lieve kind Het nog een keer te doen
Rode lippen moet je kussen Want daar zijn ze voor gemaakt Oh, het is zo zalig Als jouw mond de hare raakt
Ik kan het echt niet laten Ja, ik doet het vroeg en laat Want rode lippen kussen is Het mooiste dat bestaat
Nu is dat mooie meisje Al een jaar m'n lieve vrouw En iedere avond vraagt ze mij Hoeveel ik van haar hou
En ook wil zij nog weten Of ik haar steeds kussen zal Dan zeg ik 'wees gerust, m'n schat' Dat doe ik liefst van al
Rode lippen moet je kussen Want daar zijn ze voor gemaakt Oh, het is zo zalig Als jouw mond de hare raakt
Ik kan het echt niet laten Ja, ik doet het vroeg en laat Want rode lippen kussen is Het mooiste dat bestaat
Oh, rode lippen moet je kussen Want daar zijn ze voor gemaakt Oh, het is zo zalig Als jouw mond de hare raakt
Ik kan het echt niet laten Ja, ik doet het vroeg en laat Want rode lippen kussen is Het mooiste dat bestaat
Monkey In Your Soul Composer(s): Walter Becker; Donald Fagen Performer(s): Steely Dan
I got one and you want four Its so hard to help you I cant keep up with you no more And you treat me like its a sin But you cant lock me in You want me here with you right to the end No thank you my friend I fear the monkey in your soul
Wont you turn that bebop down I cant hear my heart beat Wheres that fatback chord I found? Honey dont you think it was wrong To interrupt my song? Ill pack my things and run so far from here Goodbye dear
Lucky Ladybug Composer(s): Bob Crewe - Frank Slay Performer(s): Billy & Lillie and multiple other artists
Lucky ladybug, lucky ladybug, lucky ladybug
Ladybug, Silver Dollar, Rabbit's foot With a four leaf clover and a horseshoe Wishbone, Shamrocks, got me shook Singin' abracadabra in a cat's eye
I wonder wonder if you love me Guess I'll ask the stars above me When the moon is bright canary yellow It'll really be amazin' If that crystal ball a-gazin' Says I'll always be your steady fellow
Ladybug, Silver Dollar, Rabbit's foot With a four leaf clover and a horseshoe Wishbone, Shamrocks, got me shook Singin' abracadabra in a cat's eye
Though your words are smooth & soothin' Don't you feel it 's time for movin' C'mon daddy rock me while the planet's rollin' Keep it cool my ducky wucky Baby doll our love is lucky When you walk me down the aisle We'll do it strollin'
Stupid cupid gave us fever And an itchy twitchy feelin' And the green mosquito must've bit us Got a sloppin' like two robins Makin' moon talk and bobbin' Like a firefly splishin and a splashin'
Ladybug, Silver Dollar, Rabbit's foot With a four leaf clover and a horseshoe Wishbone, Shamrocks, got me shook Singin' abracadabra in a cat's eye
Monkey And The Underdog Composer(s): David Crosby; Craig Doerge Performer(s): David Crosby
Well, I went out for my evenin' stroll All along the boulevard It's familiar turf from the hills to the surf I treat it like my front yard
Well, I right away ran into a girl I know She said "You gotta come with me tonight The word is out that the underdog And the monkey gonna finally fight"
I've been fightin', fightin' Fightin' just to stay alive And I've been fightin', fightin' Fightin' to get from four o'clock to five
Well, now I'm not what you'd call a violent man But the news brought a smile to my face 'Cause the underdog is a friend of mine I'd just love to see him put that monkey in his place
You may think I'm crazy The odds are against the dog you understand This monkey is as strong as a gorilla He'd stretch a tire like a rubber band
But I've been fightin', fightin' Fightin' just to stay alive I've been fightin', oh, oh, fightin' Fightin' to get from four o'clock to five
Now, he's sneaky and he'll smile on Right at you pretend to lick your boots And all the while he'd be thinking How to rip your soul out by the roots
When we got there my old underdog He didn't really look too good, no But his eyes met mine and he said "I'll kick his ass" I knew right then he would
Oh, been fightin', yeah, I've been fightin', yeah Fightin' just to stay alive I've been fightin', oh, oh, oh, oh, fightin' Fightin' to get from four o'clock to five
Well, now I don't want to bore you With a bunch of dialog It's not how much dog is in the fight It's how much fight is in my dog
And I've been fightin', oh, fightin' Fightin' just to stay alive I've been fightin', yeah, fightin' Fightin' to get from four o'clock to five
Oh, fightin', oh, fightin', yeah Fightin' just to stay alive Fight ... fightin', fightin' Fightin' to get from four o'clock ... oh, oh ... oh, oh
Fightin', oh, fightin' Fightin' just to stay alive I've been fightin', yeah, oh, fightin' Fightin' to get from four o'clock to five
Lucky Day Composer(s): Chris Rea Performer(s): Chris Rea
A little bit of daylight Shines on my pillow It comes through my window pane Speak of the morning Hope is eternal Better to look at this way This could be my lucky day
A glass filled with crystals Six million rainbows Gifted to see with childrens eyes Always a small chance Of shooting that rainbow Bless this down with sweet surprise This could be my lucky day
No inhibitions, naive forever Better looking up than looking down Don't try to beat it, twist and defeat it Leave those kind of complications Never to be found This could be my lucky day
Monkey And The Baboon Composer(s): Spencer Williams Performer(s): Lonnie Johnson and various other artists
Monkey and the baboon playin in the grass monkey says, Baboon you play too fast Shouldve seen them jumpin from tree to tree playin hide an go seek with the chickadee
Monkey doodle-do, monkey doodle-do If you try to make a monkey out of me Ill make a baboon out of you
The monkey and the baboon shootin crooked dice, monkey throwed seven leven twice Baboon got hasty an he swung in fas, knocked the little monkey in the grass
Cryin monkey doodle-do, monkey doodle-do If you try to make a monkey out of me, Ill make a baboon out of you
Woo woo woo woo woo woo, woo woo woo woo Wa woo wa woo wa woo wa woo, wa woo wao woo wa woo
The monkey an the baboon both catchin fleas, the monkey stayed happy caught em big you see He yelled, said, Those insects are small! As caught em big as the cannon ball
Monkey doodle-do, monkey doodle-do If you try to make a monkey out of me, Ill make a baboon out of you
Doo doo doo doo doo doo, doo da doo doo doo doo doo Doo da doo doo doo doo doo doo doo, doo da doo doo doo doo doo
The monkey an the baboon settin on the fence, monkey called the baboon to fatten his quench Baboon set him back in his class, when he knocked him on his oh my, yes
Monkey doodle-do, monkey doodle-do If you try to make a monkey out of me, Ill make a baboon out of you
Woo woo woo woo, woo woo woo woo Wa woo wa woo wa woo wa woo, woo woo woo woo woo
The monkey and the baboon playin in the grass, monkey stuck his finger in the baboons glass Monkey got a stick an hit im cross the head, now the little monkey is sick in bed
Cryin monkey doodle-do, monkey doodle-do If you try to make a monkey out of me, Ill make a baboon out of you
Doo doo doo doo, doo da doo doo doo doo doo Doo da doo doo doo doo doo doo doo, doo da doo doo doo doo doo
Monkey doodle-do, monkey doodle-do If you try to make a monkey out of me Ill make a baboon out of you
Lucky Boy Composer(s): Irving Berlin Performer(s): The Marx Bros. & Jack Barker
Marx Bros: Your smiling face is an open book young man We know that look young man you must be oh, so happy It's just a case of a love that took, young man There are quite a few who envy you
Lucky Boy, she's a beautiful thing Lucky Boy, will you give her a ring? Lucky Boy, we suppose in the Spring You will take your pride and joy on a train And her leather suitcase will contain bits of satin and lace It's as plain as the nose on your face How we envy you Lucky Boy
Jack Barker: I must confess that you pave the way for me You really say for me the things I want to tell you You'll never guess what a lucky day for me When I found that she had chosen me
All: Lucky Boy, she's a beautiful thing Lucky Boy, I'm as proud as a King Lucky Boy, when I give her the ring Can't you see me jump with joy with a cheer And a "what-a we care" We'll appear in a bungalow where In a year maybe three of us there How we envy you Lucky Boy
Money, Money Composer(s): Fred Ebb; John Kander Performer(s): Dalida
Money makes the world go round The world go round, the world go round Money makes the world go round It makes the world go round
Money makes the world go round The world go round, the world go round Money makes the world go round It makes the world go round
Money makes the world go round The world go round, the world go round Money makes the world go round It makes the world go round
We're in the money We're in the money We're got a lot of what it takes to get along We're in the money We're in the money Old man depression you have really done it wrong
You'll never see a headline about a breadline today And when we see a deadline we can look that gry right in the eye
We're in the money, come on now honey Let's spend it lend it send it rolling along Let's spend it lend it send it rolling along Let's spend it lend it send it rolling along
People will steal from their mother People will rob their own brother People can't even walk the streets 'Cause they, never know Who in the world they're gonna meet For that mean Oh mean, mean greed Almighty dollar
People will lie they will cheat People dont care who they rob or beat A woman will sell her precious body That small piece of paper Sure carries a lot of weight For that mean, oh mean, mean greed Yeaaaah!
Luckenbach, Texas (Back To The Basics Of Love) Composer(s): Chips Moman - Bobby Emmons Performer(s): Waylon Jennings & Willie Nelson; Tom Houston Orch.
The only two things in life that make it worth livin' Is guitars tuned good 'n' firm-feelin' women I don't need my name in the marquee lights I got my songs and I got you with me tonight Maybe it's time we got back to the basics of love Let's go to Luckenbach, Texas with Waylon and Willie and the boys This successful life we're livin' got us feudin' like the Hatfields and McCoys Between Hank Williams' pain songs and Newbury's train songs And blue eyes cryin' in the rain Out in Luckenbach, Texas ain't nobody feelin' no pain So baby let's sell your diamond ring Buy some boots and faded jeans and go away This coat and tie is chokin' me In your high society you cry all day We've been so busy keepin' up with the Jones Four-car garage and we're still buildin' on Maybe it's time we got back to the basics of love Let's go to Luckenbach, Texas with Waylon and Willie and the boys This successful life we're livin' got us feudin' like the Hatfields and McCoys Between Hank Williams' pain songs and Newbury's train songs And blue eyes cryin' in the rain Out in Luckenbach, Texas ain't nobody feelin' no pain
Let's go to Luckenbach, Texas with Willie and Waylon and the boys This successful life we're livin's got us feudin' like the Hatfields and McCoys 'tween Hank Williams' pain songs and Jerry Jeff's train songs And blue eyes cryin' in the rain Out in Luckenbach, Texas there ain't nobody feelin' no pain
Money Talks Composer(s): Don Airey; Ian Gillan; Roger Glover; Steve Morse; Ian Paice Performer(s): Deep Purple
I was young and healthy Extremely wealthy I swung in the trees And did as I pleased I thought I was rich Oh yeah Such sweet seduction I could feel the suction Greasing my palm And doing no harm Just making some deals What a bitch
Money talks to me Whispers in my ear Gives me everything I want Everything I want
I had rising stock So I got more pockets I knew somewhere to stick it Where no-one would nick it I kinda went private And then, aha Such sweet seclusion No more intrusion Too much food on my plate But there's guards at the gate Such joy I could almost die of it
Money talks to me Lays it on the line Gives me everything I want Everything I want
Money goes to money Yes it always returns Finds its way back to the big house Where it lives all alone Wraithlike silent partners Operators of the system Give words of quiet assurance To an otherwise healthy victim
It's all coming back to me I would swing in the trees And I'd swim in the ocean I used to show some emotion
I was not to blame I feel no shame The structure was shaking Was there for the taking I had the resources But then, oh no Someone outbid me I can't take it with me? Then I will devour it I can't go without it It's simply a question of Market forces
Money talks to me Whispers in my ear Gives me everything I want Everything I want Money talks to me Laughs right in my face Gives me everything I want Everything I want
Luck Of The Draw Composer(s): Paul Brady - Phil Brady Performer(s): Bonnie Raitt; Paul Brady
You dust the bottles on the bar counter You're writing screenplays on the side Three nights a week can keep a girl workin' Sometimes it's good to lose your pride
These things we do to keep the flame burnin' And write our fire in the sky Another day to see the wheel turnin' Another avenue to try
It's in the luck of the draw, Baby The natural law Forget those movies you saw, little Baby It's in the luck of the draw, Baby The natural law (Flame keep on burnin') Forget those movies you saw, little Baby (wheel ever turnin')
You turn around and say it's last orders You fix the ribbon in your hair Tomorrow's letter by the hall doorway Could be the answer to your prayers
Luck Be A Lady Composer(s): Frank Loesser First performance/First recording/First release by: Robert Alda - 1950/1950/1951 Covered by multiple other artists
They call you Lady Luck But there is room for doubt At times you have a very unladylike way of running out You're on this date with me The pickin's have been lush And yet before this evening is over You might give me the brush You might forget your manners You might refuse to stay And so the best that I can do is pray
Luck be a lady tonight Luck be a lady tonight Luck if you've ever been a lady to begin with Luck be a lady tonight
Luck let a gentleman see How nice a dame you can be I know the way you've treated other guys you've been with Luck be a lady with me
A lady doesn't leave her escort It isn't fair, it isn't nice A lady doesn't wander all over the room And blow on some other guy's dice
So let's keep this party polite Never get out of my site Stick with me, baby, I'm the fellow you came in with Luck be a lady tonight
Money Is The Root Of All Evil
Composer(s): Joan Whitney - Alex Kramer
Performer(s): The Andrews Sisters
La-la-la Money is the root of all evil Money is the root of all evil Won't contaminate myself with it Take it away, take it away, take it away
If a woman calls a man honey And it's on account of his money Honey & money will soon be gone Take it away, take it away, take it away
I got the one I love I got the moon & stars above I got my youth & health What do I want with wealth?
Money is the root of all evil Money is the root of all evil Won't contaminate myself with it Take it away, take it away, take it away
La-la-la
Haven't got a cent but don't worry Haven't got a job but no hurry I would answer if they gave me gold Take it away, take it away, take it away
If you want no income tax mister Take it easy & relax mister When they offer work be strong & say Take it away, take it away, take it away
I got the one I love I got the moon & stars above I got my youth & my health What do I want with wealth?
Money is the root of all evil Money is the root of all evil Won't contaminate myself with it Take it away, take it away, take it away, take it away Take it away, take it away, take it away, take it away
Het Spel Kaarten
((English Versions: Deck Of Cards (Phil Harris) - 1948; The Red Deck Of Cards (Red River Dave McEnery) - 1954
A Hillbilly's Deck Of Cards (Ferlin Husky) - 1966; Cards Spiritualised; The Soldier's Almanac Bible And Prayer Book))
Performer(s): Cowboy Gerard & De Rodeo Riders - 1965
Het was in de tweede wereldoorlog Een groep soldaten kwam terug van een patrouille en arriveerde in een klein dorp De volgende morgen, zondag, ging een aantal van hen onder leiding van een sergeant, naar de kerk Nadat de geestelijke een gebed had gelezen begon 'ie te preken Die jongens die een kerkboek hadden haalden het te voorschijn Maar 1 van hen had alleen maar een spel kaarten bij zich dat 'ie voor zich uitspreidde De sergeant zag wat 'ie deed en zei dat 'ie de kaarten weg moest doen Na afloop van de dienst werd de soldaat gestraft en bij de officier militaire politie gebracht "Waarom heeft u 'm hier gebracht, sergeant?", vroeg de officier "Hij zat te kaarten in de kerk", was het antwoord "Wat heb je daar op te zeggen, knaap?", zei de luitenant "Heel veel", was het antwoord van de bewuste soldaat "Dat zullen we hopen, want als je geen deugdelijke reden hebt dan zal ik je strenger straffen dan wie ook" De soldaat zei: "Luitenant, ik ben zes dagen op patrouille geweest Ik had geen bijbel of kerkboek, maar ik hoop u te kunnen overtuigen van de oprechtheid van m'n bedoelingen" Nadat 'ie dit had gezegd, begon 'ie z'n verhaal
"Kijk luitenant, als ik naar de aas van het spel kijk, dan weet ik dat er maar 1 God is en de twee vertelt me dat de bijbel in twee delen verdeeld is, het oude en het nieuwe testament Als ik de drie zie, dan denk ik aan de Vader, de Zoon en de Heilige Geest De vier herinnert me aan de vier evanchelisten die het woord predikten Mattheus, Marcus, Lucas en Johannes De vijf doet me denken aan de vijf wijze maagden die hun lamp brandend hielden en gespaard bleven Vijf van de tien waren dwaas en werden verstoten; de overige vijf bleven gespaard Zes, dat zijn de zes dagen waarin God de hemel en de aarde heeft gemaakt Zeven herinnert me aan de zevende dag, de rustdag De acht doet me denken aan de acht mensen die gered werden toen de aarde vernietigd werd Het waren Noach, z'n vrouw, z'n zonen en hun vrouwen Bij de negen denk ik aan de melaatsen die onze Redder reinigde van de zonden en negen van de tien bedankten Hem zelfs niet Bij tien denk ik aan de tien geboden die Mozes op de stenen tafelen ontving Zie ik de koning, dan weet ik dat er slechts 1 grote Koning is De vrouw herinnert me aan moeder Maria, koningin van de hemel De boer van het spel is de duivel Als ik de tekens op de kaarten tel dan kom ik tot 365, de dagen van het jaar Er zijn 52 kaarten, de weken van het jaar Vier kleuren zijn er, vier weken in een maand Er zijn twaalf kaarten met een afbeelding, dat wil dus zeggen: twaalf maanden in een jaar Ook zijn er dertien troeven in een spel, dertien weken in een kwartaal Ziet u luitenant, m'n speelkaarten betekenen voor mij een bijbel een almanak en een kerkboek tegelijk"
Beste mensen, dit was een waar verhaal Ik weet het zeker, want die soldaat, dat was ik
