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.
God Bless The Child Composer(s): Arthur Herzog Jr.; Billie Holiday Performer(s): Billie Holiday; and various other artists
Them that's got shall have Them that's not shall lose So the Bible said and it still is news Mama may have, Papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own
Yes, the strong gets more While the weak ones fade Empty pockets don't ever make the grade Mama may have, Papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own
Money, you've got lots of friends Crowding round the door When you're gone, spending ends They don't come no more Rich relations give Crust of bread and such You can help yourself But don't take too much Mama may have, Papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own (Repeat)
Mama may have, Papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own He just worry 'bout nothin' Cause he's got his own Yes he's got his own
MuCha-Cha Composer(s): Jule Styne; Betty Comden; Adolph Green Performer(s): Judy Holliday & Peter Gennaro
The bongos were beating and couples were meeting The night was a promise of romance So altho' the lad(girl) was shy When he (she) caught the ladies (fellow's) eye He (She) took courage and asked for a dance
(Refrain:) He: Mu-cha-cha, tell me do you cha-cha? She: Me-cha-cha? Senor, si si, cha-cha He: Now, cha-cha Please show me how, cha-cha She: I got-cha, you watch-a cha cha So, cha cha, away we go, cha cha He: Hey, cha cha, is this the way, cha cha? She: Ay, cha cha, I'm feeling high, cha-cha He: Oh such a hot-cha cha cha cha She: Come a little closer, then a little closer Then you turn and walk away Both: Ta ta tum ta ta ta ta ta tiga tiga Tum ta ta ta ta ta tiga tiga Tum ta ta ta ta ta tiga tiga Tum ta ta ta ta ta tiga tiga He: Come a little closer, then a little closer Don't go way my little mu-cha-cha The dance is through, cha cha She: Now, cha cha, let's have some chow, cha cha He: Then, cha cha, we'll dance again, cha cha She: Closer and closer He: And closer and Both: Closer and closer and closer to you Mu-cha-cha
God Bless America Yiddish Title: Got Bentsh Amerike Composer(s): Irving Berlin Performer(s): Kate Smith
While the storm clouds gather far across the sea Let us swear allegiance to a land that's free Let us all be grateful for a land so fair As we raise our voices in a solemn prayer
God Bless America Land that I love Stand beside her, and guide her Through the night with a light from above From the mountains, to the prairies To the oceans, white with foam God bless America My home sweet home
God Bless America Land that I love Stand beside her, and guide her Through the night with a light from above
From the mountains, to the prairies To the oceans, white with foam God bless America My home sweet home
God Bless America Land that I love Stand beside her, and guide her Through the night with a light from above
From the mountains, to the prairies To the oceans, white with foam God bless America My home sweet home
From the mountains, to the prairies To the oceans, white with foam God bless America My home sweet home
Tania our song will go on forever sweet Tania my song is for you The shadows they fade into yesterday my girl I see her smiling there I turn back the years that we live again the moments when we had our love song to share
Tania our song will go on forever just like a clear sky of blue Tania our hearts make music together sweet Tania my song is for you
We stand hand in hand on the silver shore tomorrow my ship sails away I fly with the summer wind, so wild and free please wait for me and soon we will be together again
Tania our song will go on forever just like a clear sky of blue Tania our hearts make music together sweet Tania my song is for you Tania our song will go on forever sweet Tania my song is for you
Ms. Pinky Composer(s): Frank Zappa Performer(s): Frank Zappa
I got a girl with a little rubber head Rinse her out every night just before I go to bed She never talk back like a lady might do An' she looks like she loves it every time I get through
And her name is P-i-n-k-y P-i-n, no lie K-y, me-oh-my She's $69.95 Give her a try
P-i-n-k-y P-i-n, I cry K-y don't be shy $69.95, boy Give her a try
Her eyes is all shut in an ecstasy face You can cram it down her throat, people, any old place Throw the little switch on her battery pack You can poot it, you can shoot it till your wife gets back
And her name is P-i-n-k-y P-i-n, I cry K-y, don't be shy $69.95, boy Give her a try
I got a girl with a little rubber head Rinse her out every night just before I go to bed She never talk back like a lady might do An' she looks like she loves it every time I get through
Her eyes is all shut in an ecstasy face You can cram it down her throat, people, any old place Throw the little switch on her battery pack You can poot it, you can shoot it till your wife gets back You can poot it, you can shoot it till your wife gets back You can poot it, you can shoot it till your wife gets back You can poot it, you can shoot it till your wife gets back You can poot it, you can shoot it till your wife gets back You can poot it, you can shoot it till your wife gets back
God Composer(s): John Lennon Performer(s): John Lennon
God is a concept By which we can measure Our pain I'll say it again God is a concept By which we can measure Our pain I don't believe in magic I don't believe in I-ching I don't believe in bible I don't believe in tarot I don't believe in Hitler I don't believe in Jesus I don't believe in Kennedy I don't believe in Buddha I don't believe in mantra I don't believe in Gita I don't believe in yoga I don't believe in kings I don't believe in Elvis I don't believe in Zimmerman I don't believe in Beatles I just believe in me Yoko and me And that's reality The dream is over What can I say? The dream is over Yesterday I was dreamweaver But now I'm reborn I was the walrus But now I'm John And so dear friends You just have to carry on The dream is over
De tango Italiano De mooiste tango Klonk heel zacht op een maanlichte nacht Aan het meer van Lugano Die tango Italiano Speelt door mijn dromen Want daardoor is het liefdesgeluk In mijn leven gekomen Dit lied heeft toen op die nacht Onverwacht ja met mij de zorg gebracht Ik heb na die keer telkens weer Dag en nacht slechts aan jou nog net gedacht
De tango Italiano De mooiste tango Heeft mijn wens in vervulling doen gaan Ik wil met jou nu het leven voortaan Dat heeft alles die tango gedaan Tango Italiano
Lalalila...
De tango Italiano De mooiste tango Heeft mijn wens in vervulling doen gaan Ik wil met jou nu het leven voortaan Dat heeft alles die tango gedaan Tango Italiano Tango Italiano
Mrs. Wan Composer(s): Yves Jaget; William Sheller Performer(s): Nicoletta
Par le boulevard Ghan-Ghis-Khan Vers la cité mandarine Est passé dans New-Beijing À bord d'une flying-o-Nine Une ombre en qui l'on devine Troublante et longue et divine
Mrs. Wan, Suzy-lee-wan, money woman, wan shang hao, come in... Mrs. Wan, Suzy-lee-wan, devil woman, ni-hao, get in
Vous bénirez votre sort De n'être pas la victime De son fascinant holding Le parfum des dragons d'or Et les passions clandestines Sont à l'honneur du standing
De Mrs. Wan, Suzy-lee-wan, money woman, wan shang hao, come in... De Mrs. Wan, Suzy-lee-wan, evil woman, ni-hao, get in
Elle ne laissera dans le ciel Dessous la lune sanguine Que son image assassine Cent mille étoiles en pixels D'une vidéo-mangazine Qui tourne au long des buildings
Mrs. Wan, Suzy-lee-wan, money woman, wan shang hao, come in... Mrs. Wan, Suzy-lee-wan, devil woman, ni-hao, get in Mrs. Wan, Suzy-lee-wan, money woman, wan shang hao, come in... Mrs. Wan. Suzy-lee-wan, devil woman, ni-hao, get in Mrs. Wan, Suzy-lee-wan, money woman, wan shang hao, come in... Mrs. Wan. Suzy-lee-wan, devil woman, ni-hao, get in
Ai, quem me dera ser cantor Quem dera ser tenor Quem sabe ter a voz Igual aos rouxinóis Igual ao trovador Que canta os arrebóis Pra te dizer gentil Bem-vinda Deixa eu cantar tua beleza Tu és a mais linda princesa Aqui deste covil
Ai, quem me dera ser doutor Formado em Salvador Ter um diploma, anel E voz de bacharel Fazer em teu louvor Discursos a granel Pra te dizer gentil Bem-vinda Tu és a dama mais formosa E, ouso dizer, a mais gostosa Aqui deste covil
Ai, quem me dera ser garçom Ter um sapato bom Quem sabe até talvez Ser um garçom francês Falar de champinhom Falar de molho inglês Pra te dizer gentil Bem-vinda És tão graciosa e tão miúda Tu és a dama mais tesuda Aqui deste covil
Ai, quem me dera ser Gardel Tenor e bacharel Francês e rouxinol Doutor em champinhom Garçom em Salvador E locutor de futebol Pra te dizer febril Bem-vinda Tua beleza é quase um crime Tu és a bunda mais sublime Aqui deste covil
Shall I return at six o'clock as usual my lady? Yes James, that would be lovely
Mrs. Thursday came to tea at the same locality as she did last week, and the week before There was a band who were grand on the stand playing And all the people talked and talked and talked and talked Have you heard that misses Payne is expecting once again How man' is that now? I think it's seven Seven? Seven? And the band who were grand on the stand kept on playing And all the people talked and talked and talked and talked And the band who were grand on the stand kept on playing And all the people talked and talked and talked and talked Who's that knockin at the door? It's the reverend of the law, he's late as usual, but just in time to hear the band who were grand on the stand, keep on playing And all the people talked and talked and talked and talked Tea and cottage on the lawn, Mrs. Thurday gives a yawn and thinks sadly It's time to go but the band who were grand on the stand kept on playing And all the people talked and talked and talked and talked Talked and talked and talked ...
Tango Delle Rose Composer(s): Aldo Bottero - Carol Raven - Filippo Schreier Performer(s): Connie Francis and multiple other artists
Là, là tra le rose e i fior l'idillio incominciò e furon baci carezze audaci poi le follie della passion "T'amo", ella sussurra e un bacio ardente la fa tremar Ed al suo dolce amor sussurra ognor così
"Amami! Baciami con passione! Prendimi! Stringimi con ardor! Coglimi! La mia vita è come un fiore presto fiorisce e presto muore E'sol per te il mio cuor!"
Ma, ma venne un triste dì e il loro amor finì come una rosa dal gelo uccisa la sua bellezza presto sfiorì Folle, nel giardin di rose si strugge invano nel suo dolor Piange e come allor canta al perduto amor
"Amami! Baciami con passione! Prendimi! Stringimi con ardor! Coglimi! La mia vita è come un fiore presto fiorisce e presto muore E'sol per te il mio cuor!"
Mrs. Brown You've Got A Lovely Daughter Composer(s): Trevor Peacock Performer(s): Herman's Hermits
Mrs. Brown you've got a lovely daughter Girls as sharp as her are somethin' rare But it's sad, she doesn't love me now She's made it clear enough it ain't no good to pine
She wants to return those things I bought her Tell her she can keep them just the same Things have changed, she doesn't love me now She's made it clear enough it ain't no good to pine
Walkin' about, even in a crowd, well You'll pick her out, makes a bloke feel so proud
If she finds that I've been round to see you (round to see you) Tell her that I'm well and feelin' fine (feelin' fine) Don't let on, don't say she's broke my heart I'd go down on my knees but it's no good to pine
Walkin' about, even in a crowd, well You'll pick her out, makes a bloke feel so proud
If she finds that I've been round to see you (round to see you) Tell her that I'm well and feelin' fine (feelin' fine) Don't let on, don't say she's broke my heart I'd go down on my knees but it's no good to pine
Mrs. Brown you've got a lovely daughter (lovely daughter) Mrs. Brown you've got a lovely daughter (lovely daughter) Mrs. Brown you've got a lovely daughter (lovely daughter) Mrs. Brown you've got a lovely daughter (lovely daughter)
Go, Jimmy, Go Composer(s): Doc Pomus; Mort Shuman Performer(s): Jimmy Clanton; Alton Ellis; Bob Marley; Del Shannon
I told her when it comes to talking I'm the sweetest sweet-talker in the world She said you better start talking if you want me to be your girl And she said, "Go, Jimmy, go" She said, "Go, Jimmy, go" Well, I talked her off the floor when she said, "Go, Jimmy, go" I told when it comes to dancing I'm the best young dancer in the land Well, she looked at me with a twinkle in her eyes And then she took my hand And she said, "Go, Jimmy, go" She said, "Go, Jimmy, go" Well, I talked her off the floor when she said, "Go, Jimmy, go" And she said, "Go, Jimmy, go" She said, "Go, Jimmy, go" Well, I talked her off the floor when she said, "Go, Jimmy, go" I told her when it comes to kissing I ain't nothing but a kissing fool She started to giggle when I told her that I'd teach her Things she'd never learn in school And she said, "Go, Jimmy, go" She said, "Go, Jimmy, go" Well, I talked her off the floor when she said, "Go, Jimmy, go" "Go, Jimmy, go" "Go, Jimmy, go"
Tango De Nancy Composer(s): Chico Buarque - Edu Lobo Performer(s): Chico Buarque
Quem sou eu para falar de amor Se o amor me consumiu até a espinha Dos meus feijos que falar Dos desejos de queimar E dos beijos que apagaram os desejos que eu tinha
Quem sou eu para falar de amor Se de tanto me entregar nunca fui minha O amor jamais foi meu O amor me conheceu Se esfregou na minha vida E me deixou assim
Homens, eu nem fiz a soma De quantos rolaram no meu camarim Bocas chegavam a Roma pasando por mim Ela de braços abertos Fazendo promessas Meus deuses, enfim! Eles gozando depressa E cheirando a gim Eles querendo na hora Por dentro, por fora Por cima e por trás Juro por Deus, de pés juntos Que nunca mais
Mr. Zero Composer(s): Bob Lind Performer(s): The Yardbirds
Diamonds of silvery rain in the fountains And ten-cent red roses from department store counters Watching the moonlight reflect off the river Beside where the trains cross the bridge and slow down Trains with white letters on black iron sides And white rushing water that all rolls away And Little Miss Someone does not want to stay Everyone's moving, with places to go And Mr. Zero, he sadly stands still As the water goes one way, the train goes another Mr. Zero stands still and Miss Someone don't bother
Yesterday's kiss will be cold by tomorrow As campfires of midnight dissolve in the darkness The room is deserted, the blinds have been drawn Little Miss Someone has packed up and gone Fast moving cars disappear down the highway With signs that say "hitch-hikers: do not disturb" Mr. Zero looks quietly up from the curb Morning has faded, and shadows have grown And Little Miss Someone is on her way home Mr. Zero stands watching, her plane flies above And with frost-bitten hands waves goodbye to his love
Walks through the park on a bright summer Sunday And tapestry kittens that hung on the wall They all die in the air like a soft minor chord A vacancy sign, and a bulletin board Mr. Zero is wrapping his jacket around him Speaking kind words that should have been said long ago But Little Miss Someone does not want to know The night is deserted, there's dust on the shelf Mr. Zero sits lonely and talks to himself It's too late to change, the fine line has been crossed The charades are all done, Mr. Zero has lost
