Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Tant D'amour Du Printemps Composer(s): F. Gerald - Hubert Giraud Performer(s): Dalida; Raymond Lefèvre & His Orch.
Tant d'amour du printemps Meurt en hiver Que j'ai peur de moi Que j'ai peur de tout Tant d'amour du printemps Meurt en hiver Que j'ai peur de moi et de nous
Que serait Que serait notre premier matin Désunis Sans ta main qui retrouve ma main Que serait Que serait le merveilleux jardin De la nuit Sans ta vie qui se mêle à ma vie
Tant d'amour du printemps Meurt en hiver Que j'ai peur de moi Que j'ai peur de tout Tant d'amour du printemps Meurt en hiver Que j'ai peur de moi et de nous
Je voudrais Je voudrais connaître le secret Des amours Dont parlaient les légendes d'antan Je voudrais Je voudrais t'aimer jusqu'à la fin de nos jours À l'abri de la vie et du temps
Muchachita Composer(s): Miguel Gallardo Performer(s): Miguel Gallardo
Se te ve agotada de caminar, descansa en mi... Muchachita bajo tu mirada veo la soledad, hiriéndote... Muchachita uh, uh, uh de ojos tristes Dime lo que haces lejos de tu hogar, confía en mi... Muchachita cuéntame el motivo que te hace escapar, lo entenderé... Muchachita uh, uh, uh de ojos tristes Desahógate en mis brazos, calma en mi todas tus penas y haz que salga la tristeza, que hay en ti Bebe un poco de mi vino, siéntate junto a mi hoguera y sonríe nuevamente, para mi... Muchachita Sobre tu semblante nace una sonrisa, tus ojos brillan... Muchachita sientes un alivio en el corazón, ya no estás sola... Muchachita uh, uh, uh de ojos tristes Háblame de tu pasado, lléname con tu perfume quédate esta noche amiga, junto a mi Yo también me siento solo, yo también he caminado yo también estoy cansado, ya de huir... Muchachita Desahógate en mis brazos, calma en mi todas tus penas y haz que salga la tristeza, que hay en ti Yo también me siento solo, yo también he caminado yo también estoy cansado, ya de huir... Muchachita Háblame de tu pasado, lléname con tu perfume quédate esta noche amiga, junto a mi Yo también me siento solo, yo también he caminado yo también estoy cansado, ya de huir... Muchachita
God Blessed America For Me Composer(s): Woody Guthrie
This land is your land, this land is my land From the Californias to the Staten Island From the Redwood Forest, to the Gulf stream waters God blessed America for me
As I went walking that ribbon of highway And saw above me that endless skyway And saw below me the golden valley, I said God blessed America for me
I roamed and rambled and followed my footsteps To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts And all around me, a voice was sounding God blessed America for me
Was a high wall there that tried to stop me A sign was painted said: Private Property But on the back side it didn't say nothing God blessed America for me
When the sun come shining, then I was strolling In wheat fields waving and dust clouds rolling The voice was chanting as the fog was lifting God blessed America for me
One bright sunny morning in the shadow of the steeple By the Relief Office I saw my people As they stood hungry, I stood there wondering if God blessed America for me
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 ...
