Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Tennessee Rock 'N' Roll Composer(s): Irving Reid - Larry Coleman Performer(s): Bobby Helms
Oh, I went down to Tennessee Yes, I went down to Tennessee What did I see in Tennessee? I saw a place where dancers meet I swear I saw the dancingest feet You never heard a wilder beat
They were doing the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll They were doing the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll Upon my soul, the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll
The caller called: "Let's promenade!" The fiddling man looked gone as he played The old square dance had been remade
They were doing the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll They were doing the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll Upon my soul, the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll
Then all at once, before I knew I joined in with the Hullaballoo I dug the beat and did it too
I was doing the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll I was doing the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll Upon my soul, the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll
Come on let's all do the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll Come on let's all do the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll Upon my soul, the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll
Great Horse Composer(s): Marc Bolan Performer(s): Tyrannosaurus Rex; Catherine Lambert
Great Horsey Champer Goldbraid Pranced proudly In the garden villas With the Sun Dipped diving with his horned onyx saddle Shining in the black aped eyeballs Of the gun
When the great apple falls She'll be queen of your halls
Tall bowman from the burnt pastures Saw Champer and he bowed ground kissing To his lord
Strange beastie from the legend lair Sire I can master with the aid of this Skull powdered cord
Tennessee Flat Top Box Composer(s): Johnny Cash Performer(s): Johnny Cash and multiple other artists
In a little cabaret in a South Texas border town Sat a boy and his guitar, and the people came from all around And all the girls from there to Austin Were slippin' away from home and puttin' jewelery in hock To take the trip, to go and listen To the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box
And he would play
Well, he couldn't ride or wrangle, and he never cared to make a dime But give him his guitar, and he'd be happy all the time And all the girls from nine to ninety Were snapping fingers, tapping toes, and begging him: "Don't stop" And hypnotized and fascinated By the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box
And he would play
Then one day he was gone, and no one ever saw him 'round He'd vanished like the breeze, they forgot him in the little town But all the girls still dreamed about him And hung around the cabaret until the doors were locked And then one day on the Hit Parade Was a little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box
My Perfect Cousin Composer(s): Mickey Bradley; Damian O'Neill Performer(s): The Undertones
Now I've got a cousin called Kevin He's sure to go to heaven Always spotless clean and neat The smoothest you can get them He's got a fur lined sheepskin jacket My ma said they cost a packet She won't even let me explain That me and Kevin were just not the same
Oh my perfect cousin What I like to do he doesn't He's his family's private joy His mothers little golden boy
He's gotta degree in economics Maths - physics and bionics He thinks that I'm a cabbage Cos I hate university challenge Even at the age of ten Smart boy Kevin was a smart boy then He always beat me at Subbuteo Cos he flicked the kick And I didn't know
Oh my perfect cousin ..
His mother bought him a synthesizer Got the Human League into advise her Now he's making lots of noise Playing along with the art school boys Girls try to attract his attention But what a shame it's in vain total rejection He will never be left on the shelf Cos Kevin he's in love with himself
Great Big Kiss Composer(s): Shadow Morton Performer(s): The New York Dolls
Here comes my girl Walkin down the street Look how she walks She gotta dancin beat Big wavy hair A little too long All day long She's singin a song
And when I see her in the street My heart takes a leap and skips a beat Gonna walk roght up to her Give her a great big kiss Wham!
Tell her that I love her Tell her that I care Tell her I always be there
Hey, what color are her eyes? I dunno, she always wears shades Hey, Is she tall? Well, I gotta look up Yeah, well they tell me she's bad She's good bad, but she's not evil
(Tell me more, tell me more)
Bought myself a sweater Thought it match her eyes Dirty fingernails Oh boy, what a prize Tight khaki pants High button shoes She's always lookin Like she gots the blues(or born to lose)
And when I see her in the street My heart takes a leap and skips a beat Gonna walk roght up to her Give her a great big kiss Wham!
Tell her that I love her Tell her that I care Tell her I always be there Tell her I always be there Tell her I always be there Oh, what the hell
Is she a good dancer? Waddya mean, is she a good dancer? Well, how does she dance? Close, very very close
(Tell me more, tell me more)
Bought myself a sweater Thought it match her eyes Dirty fingernails Oh boy, what a prize Tight khaki pants High button shoes She's always lookin Like she gots the blues(or born to lose)
And when I see her in the street My heart takes a leap and skips a beat Gonna walk roght up to her Give her a great big kiss Wham!
Tell her that I love her Tell her that I care Tell her I always be there
Tell her I always be there Tell her I always be there (Shout....whoahs....yeas....ooohs.... I gotta always be there...)
Tennessee Blues Composer(s): Bobby Charles First release by: Bobby Charles - 1972 Covered by multiple other artists
If I had my way I'd leave here today and move in a hurry I know I feel loose I know I could lose these Tennessee Blues Find me a spot on some mountain top With lakes all around me Vallies and streams birds in the trees Lakes that surround me A place I feel loose A place I could lose these Tennessee Blues A place to forget all my regrets And keep just the good times A place I could sleep with nothing but peace And Feel free at all times I know I feel loose Someplace I could lose these Tennessee Blues
Find me a spot on some mountain top With lakes all around me With vallies and streams and birds in the trees And lakes that surround me A place I feel loose A place I could lose these Tennessee Blues
My Pa Composer(s): Michael Leonard; Herbert Martin Performer(s): Barbra Streisand; Bill Wright
My Pa can light my room at night By just his being near And make a fear for dream all right By grinning ear to ear My Pa can do most anything He sets his mind to do He'd even move a mountain If he really wanted to My Pa can sweeten up a day That clouds and rain make gray And tell me funny stories That will chase the clouds away My Pa's the only one on Earth I can tell my troubles to His arms are house and home to me His face's a pretty poem to me My Pa's the finest friend I ever knew I only wish that you Could know him too...
Great Balls Of Fire Composer(s): Otis Blackwell; Jack Hammer Performer(s): Jerry Lee Lewis
You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain Too much love drives a man insane You broke my will, but what a thrill Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire I laughed at love 'cause I thought it was funny You came along and moved me honey I've changed my mind, your love is fine Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire Kiss me baby, woo feels good Hold me baby, well I want to love you like a lover should You're fine, so kind I want to tell the world that you're mine, mine, mine, mine I chew my nails and I twiddle my thumbs I'm real nervous, but it sure is fun Come on baby, drive me crazy Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire!!
Tennessee Bird Walk Composer(s): Jack Blanchard Performer(s): Jack Blanchard & Misty Morgan
Take away the trees and the birds'll have to sit upon the ground... ummmm... And take away their wings and the birds'll have to walk to get around And take away the bird baths and dirty birds will soon be everywhere Take away their feathers and the birds'll walk around in underwear Take away their (a little whistle) and the birds will have to whisper when they sing (verbal "chirp chirp") And take away their common sense and they'll be headed southward in the spring Oh remember me darling when spring is in the air And the bald-headed birds are whispering everywhere You can see them walkin' southward in their dirty underwear That's the Tennessee Bird Walk
How bout some trees so the birds won't have to sit upon the ground... ummmm... And how 'bout some wings so the birds won't have to walk to get around And how 'bout a bird bath or two so the birds'll all be clean And how 'bout some feathers so their underwear no longer will be seen How 'bout a (little whistle) so the birds won't have to whisper when they sing And how 'bout some common sense so they won't be blockin' traffic in the spring Oh remember me my darling when spring is in the air And the bald-headed birds are whispering everywhere When you see them walkin' southward in their dirty underwear That's the Tennessee Bird Walk (chirp chirp)
That's the Tennessee Bird Walk (chirp chirp) That's the Tennessee Bird Walk (chirp chirp) That's the Tennessee Bird Walk (chirp chirp)
My Own Way To Rock Composer(s): Burton Cummings Performer(s): Burton Cummings; Randy Bachman
Revvin' up my engine like a 747 baby Shiney lankey long and lean What a scene I'm gonna take my silver dollar Change it into quarters Shove 'em in the record machine
Baby said she loved me Then she went and left me Causin' such an awful scene What a scene I'm gonna take my silver dollar Change it into quarters Shove 'em in the record machine
'Cause I got my own way to rock I got my own way to roll And when you're walkin' that walk It's good for your soul
'Cause I got my own way to rock I got my own way to roll And when you're walkin' that walk It's good for your soul
Bee bop a lula babe Wake up little Susie Yes it's me and I'm in love again Come on lover, got a hole lotta shakin' I like it like that yea
Greased Lightnin' Composer(s): Warren Casey; Jim Jacobs Performer(s): John Travolta; and various other artists
Why this car is automatic It's systematic It's hydromatic Why it's grease lightning (Grease lightning)
We'll get some overhead lifters and some four barrel quads oh yeah (Keep talking whoa keep talking) A fuel injection cutoff and chrome plated rods oh yeah (I'll get the money I'll kill to get the money) With a four speed on the floor they'll be waiting at the door You know that ain't no shit we'll be getting lots of tit In Grease Lightning Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Go grease lightning you're burning up the quarter mile (Grease lightning go grease lightning) Go grease lightning you're coasting through the heat lap trial You are supreme the chicks'll cream for grease lightning Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Purple french tail lights and thirty inch fins oh yeah A Palomino dashboard and duel muffler twins oh yeah With new pistons, plugs, and shocks I can get off my rocks You know that I ain't bragging she's a real pussy wagon Grease lightning Go grease lightning you're burning up the quarter mile (Grease lightning go grease lightning) Go grease lighting you're coasting through the heat lap trial You are supreme the chicks'll cream for grease lightning Go grease lightning you're burning up the quarter mile (Grease lightning go grease lightning) Go grease lighting you're coasting through the hit lap trial You are supreme the chicks'll cream for grease lightning Lightning, lightning, lightning Lightning, lightning, lightning Lightning
Tennessee Composer(s): Russell - Cason Performer(s): Jan & Dean
"Bop-bop-bop"
Sweeter than the birds that go in the trees That's what she meant to me Sweeter than the wine & she looked so fine When she met me in Tennessee I felt so grand when she took my hand And said "Come go with me" Held me tight on a moonlit night Someplace in Tennessee
"Bop-bop-bop"
"Bop-bop-bop"
Sweeter than the birds that go in the trees That's what she meant to me Sweeter than the wine & she looked so fine When I met her in Tennessee I felt so grand when she took my hand And said "Come go with me" Held me tight on a moonlit night Someplace in Tennessee
Grease Composer(s): Barry Gibb Performer(s): Frankie Valli; and various other artists
I solve my problems and I see the light We gotta plug and think, we gotta feed it right There ain't no danger we can go to far We start believing now that we can be who we are
Grease is the word They think our love is just a growing pain Why don't they understand, It's just a crying shame Their lips are lying only real is real We start to find right now we got to be what we feel
Grease is the word Grease is the word, is the word that you heard It's got groove it's got meaning Grease is the time, is the place is the motion Grease is the way we are feeling
We take the pressure and we throw away Conventionality belongs to yesterday There is a chance that we can make it so far We start believing now that we can be wo we are
Grease is the word Grease is the word, is the word that you heard It's got groove it's got meaning Grease is the time, is the place is the motion Grease is the way we are feeling This is the life of illusion Wrapped up in trouble laced with confusion What we doing here?
We take the pressure and we throw away Conventionality belongs to yesterday There is a chance that we can make it so far We start believing now that we can be who we are
Grease is the word Grease is the word, is the word that you heard It's got groove it's got meaning Grease is the time, is the place is the motion Grease is the way we are feeling
Grease is the word, is the word that you heard It's got groove it's got meaning Grease is the time, is the place is the motion Grease is the way we are feeling
Grease is the word Is the word Is the word Is the word Is the word Is the word Is the word Is the word Is the word
Tennessee Composer(s): Carl Perkins First recording/First release by: Carl Perkins - 1956/1957
Now there are folks who like to brag about where they came from But when they start that stuff I let 'em be But it makes me feel like I wanna brag some To know that I come from the state of Tennessee
Let's give old Tennessee credit for music As they play it up in Nashville everyday Let's give old Tennessee credit for music As they play it in that old Hillbilly way
Mister Red Foley came from Kentucky Now, Ernest Tubb down in Texas, don't you see But if all you folks out there can remember Mister Eddy Arnold came from Tennessee
Let's give old Tennessee credit for music As they play it up in Nashville everyday Let's give old Tennessee credit for music As they play it in that old hillbilly way
They make bombs they say, that can blow up our world, dear Well a country boy like me, I will agree But if all you folks out there can remember They made the first atomic bomb in Tennessee
Let's give old Tennessee credit for music As they play it up in Nashville everyday Let's give old Tennessee credit for music As they play it in that old hillbilly way
Let's give old Tennessee credit for music As they play it up in Nashville everyday Let's give old Tennessee credit for music As they play it in that old hillbilly way
Wie Heeft De Sleutel Van De Jukebox Gezien Performer(s): Cocktail Trio
Heehee, heehee, heehee, heehee He! Yup He! Ja Zet die plaat af! Dat kan niet Waarom niet? De sleutel van de jukebox is weg
Wie heeft de sleutel van de jukebox gezien Wie heeft m ergens gevonden misschien Wie heeft de sleutel van de jukebox gezien Want de plaat is kapot en dat ding zit op slot
Op de jukebox stond een plaatje dat bleef hangen op dat heehee En de sleutel van de jukebox bleek verdwenen in dat café Dus eenieder liep met zon gezicht want die jukebox zat potdicht En de stroom uitschakelen kon niet, dat bleek ook de knop van t licht
Wie heeft de sleutel van de jukebox gezien Wie heeft m ergens gevonden misschien Wie heeft de sleutel van de jukebox gezien Want de plaat is kapot en dat ding zit op slot
De kastelijn nam toen de lichtknop en zei wie er nog wat lust Moet t voor t donker maar zeggen, we krijgen tien minuten rust Maar zonder licht in een café, hoe komt n mens op dat idee t Werd me n trammelant in t donker, je hoorde aan alle kanten heehee
Wie heeft de sleutel van de jukebox gezien Wie heeft m ergens gevonden misschien Wie heeft de sleutel van de jukebox gezien Want de plaat is kapot en dat ding zit op slot
En de mensen die daar woonden, aan de zij- en overkant Namen ook die kreet al over, he wat is daar aan de hand Toen eenieder dol geworden was kwam er een hamer bij te pas En daar kijk, heehee, lag de sleutel, in de scherven achter t glas
Asjemenou buuuuh
Wie heeft de sleutel van de jukebox gezien Wie heeft m ergens gevonden misschien Wie heeft de sleutel van de jukebox gezien Want de plaat is kapot en dat ding zit op slot
Wie heeft de sleutel van de jukebox gezien Wie heeft m ergens gevonden misschien Wie heeft de sleutel van de jukebox gezien Want de plaat is kapot en dat ding zit op slot
Grazing In The Grass Composer(s): Harry Elston; Philemon Hou Performer(s): The Friends Of Distinction; and various other artists
Sure is mellow grazin' in the grass (grazin' in the grass, yes, baby, can you dig it?) What a trip just watchin' as the world goes past (grazin' in the grass, yes, baby, can you dig it?) There are too many groovy things to see while grazin' in the grass (grazin' in the grass, yes, baby, can you dig it?) Flowers with colours for takin', everything outta sight (grazin' in the grass, yes, baby, can you dig it?)
The sun peekin' out between the leaves (grazin' in the grass, yes, baby, can you dig it?) And the bir-ir-ir-irds dartin' in and out of the trees (grazin' in the grass, yes, baby, can you dig it?)
Everything here is so clear, you can see it And everything here is so real, you can feel it And it's real, so real, so real, so real, so real, so real Can you dig it?
I can dig it, he can dig it, she can dig it we can dig it, they can dig it, you can dig it Oh, let's dig it Can you dig it, baby? I can dig it, he can dig it, she can dig it we can dig it, they can dig it, you can dig it Oh, let's dig it Can you dig it, baby?
The sun peekin' out between the leaves (grazin' in the grass, yes, baby, can you dig it?) And the bir-ir-ir-irds dartin' in and out of the trees (grazin' in the grass, yes, baby, can you dig it?)
Everything here is so clear, you can see it And everything here is so real, you can feel it And it's real, so real, so real, so real, so real, so real Can you dig it?
I can dig it, he can dig it, she can dig it we can dig it, they can dig it, you can dig it Oh, let's dig it Can you dig it, baby? I can dig it, he can dig it, she can dig it we can dig it, they can dig it, you can dig it Oh, let's dig it Can you dig it, baby? (repeat and fade)
Tengo Sed Composer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
"Tengo sed" te oí decir con el aliento apenas Y te arrullé, como a un recién nacido contra mis pechos ávidos de labios tuyos Te dí de beber Y luego de saciarte, volviste a repetir "tengo sed" sin aliento apenas Te arrullé, esta vez entre mis muslos y de nuevo te di de beber En la fuente de la vida y de la muerte, sellaste con un beso el último suspiro
My Own Composer(s): Harold Adamson; Jimmy McHugh Performer(s): Deanna Durbin and various other artists
My own, let me call you my own Let me make you a part of the song in my heart Alone, Im just living in vain Everything that I do is depending on you Show me your sign of your longing for me Say you are mine, and forever that you will be My own, every dream I have known Has been built of but one desire Just to call you my own
Show me your sign of your longing for me Say you are mine, and forever that you will be My own, every dream I have known Has been built of but one desire Just to call you my own
Show me your sign of your longing for me Say you are mine, and forever that you will be My own, every dream I have known Has been built of but one desire Just to call you my own
