Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Tequila Sheila Composer(s): Mac Davis - Shel Silverstein Performer(s): Bobby Bear; Bob Gibson
Pour me another tequila, Sheila Take off that red satin dress. 'Cause I crossed the border And I beat the dealer for all of that gold in Juarez I feel just like ol' Pancho Villa, Sheila And I've got the pesos to spend So pour me another tequila, Sheila And lay down and love me again
No I can't tell you about it Don't mind the gun by my bed But I feel kind'a naked without it And it eases the fears in my head I never have trusted in woman But Sheila I trust you tonight So pass me the salt and a lemon Bend down and blow out the light
Pour me another tequila, Sheila Take off that red satin dress 'Cause I crossed the border And I beat the dealer for all of that gold in Juarez I feel just like ol' Pancho Villa, Sheila And I've got the pesos to spend So pour me another tequila, Sheila And lay down and love me again
Sheila I'm hearin' your heartbeat But I'm hearing footsteps outside The courtyard is crawlin' with them Federales And Sheila, there's no place to hide Now I don't know who could have tipped 'em Nobody knew it but you But I never have trusted the women Sheila here's what I'm going to do Yeah!
Pour me another tequila, Sheila Take off that red satin dress 'Cause I crossed the border And I beat the dealer for all of that gold in Juarez I feel just like ol' Pancho Villa, Sheila And I've got the pesos to spend So pour me another tequila, Sheila And lay down and love me again
Pour me another tequila I'm goin' ta put on your red satin dress You put on my clothes And you go out and face the dealer And Sheila I wish you the best I never trusted in women Sheila I trusted you tonight So pour me another tequila Sheila And I'll run for the border again
Yeah! Pour me another tequilla, Sheila As I ride for the border tonight
Kom Uit De Bedstee Mijn Liefste Composer(s): Peter Koelewijn; E. Andersen Performer(s): Egbert Douwe
Kom uit de bedstee mijn liefste Weet je niet je bent al veel te laat Het hele dorp is al komen kijken Naar de bruidegom die in zijn hemdje staat
Kom uit de bedstee mijn liefste t is vandaag toch onze huwelijksdag De koster luid al uren lang de klokken Hij zweet zich rot en de kippen zijn van slag
De kerk zit al een tijdje vol familie De orgelist die speelt zijn vingers blauw De kachel van de kerk is ook bezweken En ieder zit te barsten van de kou
De misdienaartjes worden zo ballorig Ik zag er eentje met een pijl en boog Ze speelden indiaantje op de kansel En je moeder kreeg een pijltje in der oog
Kom uit de bedstee mijn liefste De hele zaak loopt vreselijk uit de hand Voor een tientje gaven de getuigen Een interviewtje aan de ochtendkrant
De taxi-jongens wilden geld van vader Ze gingen want de bruid kwam niet in zicht Uiteindelijk is alles nog geregeld Alleen zit vaders rechteroog nu dicht
De koster zei heel hijgend onder 't luiden Waar blijft ze nou zo gaat toch alles mis De zaak moet rond zijn over tien minuten Want buiten wacht weer een begrafenis
Kom uit de bedstee mijn liefste We hebben nu al lang genoeg gewacht Er komt nog tijd genoeg om uit te slapen Want na vandaag komt er een lange nacht
Teorema Composer(s): José Luis Perales - Miguel Bosé Performer(s): Miguel Bosé
Que difícil es hablar de amor sin caer en la definición sin poder evitar ser pedante o vulgar señora que quiere de mi? Ahora bien por mi no pasa de hoy lo que le quiero después de tanto ensayar pero me empieza a mirar se me hace un nudo en la voz me lo hecha todo a perder me falta valor Señora es usted un teorema de amor un punto de luz del infinito al dolor y yo, yo no se que soy Hay que trabajar, hay que crecer por la noche tengo que estudiar y no puedo dormir por que pienso en usted señora q quiere de mi Míreme y deje ya de jugar que no le voy a pedir lo que quiere contar me basta verla llegar cada mañana puntual y aunque no me hable yo se que viene por mi Señora es usted un teorema de amor un punto de luz del infinito al dolor y yo solo se que usted es para mi un teorema de amor un punto de luz del infinito al dolor y yo, yo no se que soy...
My Pretty Girl Composer(s): Howard Gibeling; James P. Johnson; Del Porter Performer(s): Spike Jones
My pretty girl, my pretty girl I'm always dreaming of you My pretty girl, my pretty girl My darling, how I love you Promise me you will never leave me Promise me you will never grieve me Promise me you will not decieve me Oh, my pretty girl
Please give me just one kiss Once we've kissed, you won't miss For your kiss brings such bliss to my lonely heart
My pretty girl, my pretty girl I'm always dreaming of you My pretty girl, my pretty girl My darling, how I love you
Promise me you will never leave me Promise me you will never grieve me Promise me you will not decieve me Oh, my pretty girl
As we dance cuddle up and squeze me As we dance cuddle up and please me As we dance cuddle up and tease me Oh, my pretty girl
Dance with me through the night Let my arms hold you tight And with dawns early light Let me take you home
As we dance cuddle up and squeze me As we dance cuddle up and please me As we dance cuddle up and tease me Oh, my pretty girl
My Prayer Composer(s): Georges Boulanger; Jimmy Kennedy Originally performed by: Glenn Miller Covered by various other artists
My prayer is to linger with you At the end of the day In a dream that's devine
My prayer is a rapture in blue With a world far away And your lips close to mine Tonight while our hearts are aglow Oh tell me the words that I'm longing to know
My prayer and the answer you give May they still be the same For as long as we live That you'll always be there At the end of my prayer
My prayer is to linger with you At the end of each day In a dream that's devine
My prayer is a rapture in blue With a world far away And your lips close to mine Tonight while our hearts are aglow Oh tell me the words that I'm longing to know
My prayer and the answer you give May they still be the same For as long as we live That you'll always be there At the end of my prayer
Green Door Composer(s): Bob Davie; Marvin Moore Performer(s): Shakin' Stevens; and various other artists
Midnight One more night without sleepin' Uuh, Watchin' Till that mornin' comes creepin' Green door What's that secret you're keepin'?
There's an old piano and they play it hot Behind the Green Door (Green Door) Don't know what they're doin' but they laugh a lot Behind the gren door! (Green Door) Wish they'd let me in so I could find out What's behind the Green Door! (Green Door)
Knocked once Tried to tell them I'd been there Door slammed! Hospitality's thin there Wonder Just what's going on in there
Saw an eyeball peepin' through a smoky cloud Behind the green door (Green Door) When I said 'Joe sent me' someone laughed out loud Behind the green door (Uuh Green Door) All I want to do is join the happy crowd Behind the green door! (Green Door)
Midnight One more night without sleepin' Watchin' Till that mornin' comes creepin' Green door What's that secret you're keepin'?
There's an old piano and they play it hot Behind the Green Door (Green Door) Don't know what they're doin' but they laugh a lot Behind the gren door! (Green Door) Wish they'd let me in so I could find out What's behind the Green Door! (Green Door)
Saw an eyeball peepin' through a smoky cloud Behind the green door (Green Door) When I said 'Joe sent me' someone laughed out loud Behind the green door (ha, ha ha, oh) All I want to do is join the happy crowd Behind the green door! (Green Door)
Wish they'd let me in so I could find out What's behind the Green Door! (Green Door)
Tenth Avenue Freeze-Out Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen First release by: Bruce Springsteen - 1975
Tear drops on the city Bad Scooter searching for his groove Seem like the whole world walking pretty And you can't find the room to move Well everybody better move over, that's all I'm running on the bad side And I got my back to the wall Tenth Avenue freeze-out, Tenth Avenue freeze-out
I'm stranded in the jungle Taking all the heat they was giving The night is dark but the sidewalk's bright And lined with the light of the living From a tenement window a transistor blasts Turn around the corner things got real quiet real fast She hit me with a Tenth Avenue freeze-out Tenth Avenue freeze-out And I'm all alone, I'm all alone And kid you better get the picture And I'm on my own, I'm on my own And I can't go home
When the change was made uptown And the Big Man joined the band From the coastline to the city All the little pretties raise their hands I'm gonna sit back right easy and laugh When Scooter and the Big Man bust this city in half With a Tenth Avenue freeze-out, Tenth Avenue freeze-out Tenth Avenue freeze-out...
Un'estate Fa Dutch & French Titles: Zoals Een Mooi Verhaal; Un Beau Roman; Une Belle Histoire Composer(s): Pierre Delanoë; Michel Fugain; F. Califano Performer(s): Mina and various other artists (Originally performed by: Michel Fugain)
Un'estate fa la storia di noi due era un pò come una favola ma l'estate va e porta via con sè anche il meglio delle favole La tua strada è là ma ci dividerà la mia strada della vacanza segnerà la tua lontananza Un'estate fa non c'eri che tu ma l'estate somiglia a un gioco è stupenda ma dura poco Torno a casa mia e torni pure tu sono cose che succedono un'estate in più che mi regalerà un autunno malinconico senza te E finice qui la storia di noi due due amanti che si perdono Un'estate fa la storia di noi due era un pò come una favola
Tenterfield Saddler Composer(s): Peter Alan Performer(s): Peter Alan; Olivia Newton-John; Todd McKenny
The late George Woolnough Worked on High Street and lived on Manners Fifty two years he sat on his verandah And made his saddles And if you had questions about sheep, or flowers or dogs You'd just ask the saddler, who lived without sin They're building a library for him
Time is a traveller, Tenterfield Saddler Turn your head Ride again jackaroo, think I see kangaroo up ahead
The son of George Woolnough Went off and got married and had a way baby Something was wrong and it's easier to drink then go crazy And if there were questions about why the end was so sad Well George had no answers about why a son Ever has need of a gun
Time is a traveller, Tenterfield Saddler Turn your head Ride again jackaroo, think I see kangaroo up ahead
The Grandson of George has been all round the world And lives no special place Changed his last name and he married a girl With an interesting face He'd almost forgotten them both Because in the life that he leads There's nowhere for George and his library Or the son with his gun to belong Except in this song
Time is a traveller, Tenterfield Saddler Turn your head Ride again jackaroo, think I see kangaroo up ahead
Oh time is a meddler, Tenterfield Saddler Make your bed Fly away cockatoo, down on the ground emu up ahead
Oh time is a traveller, Tenterfield Saddler Turn your head Fly away cockatoo, down on the ground emu up ahead
My Pony Boy Composer(s): Charlie O'Donnell; Bobbie Heath Performer(s): Lillian Lorraine
Way out west, in a nest from the rest
dwelt the bestest little Bronco Boy He could ride, he could glide o'er the prairies like an arrow Every maid in the glade was afraid
he would trade his little heart away So each little peach made a nice little speech of love to him
Pony Boy, Pony Boy, won't you be my Tony Boy? Don't say no, here we go off across the plains Marry me, carry me right away with you Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up, whoa! My Pony Boy
Till one day, out that way, so they say, came to stay a fluffy ruffle girl She made eyes, she surprised, and he found his heart was lassoed When he thought he was caught, how he fought, but she taught this pony boy to love But he balked when she talked of a trip to New York, so she sang to him
Pony Boy, Pony Boy, won't you be my Tony Boy? Don't say no, here we go off across the plains Marry me, carry me right away with you Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up, whoa! My Pony Boy
Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up, whooooooa! My Pony Boy
Great Speckled Bird Composer(s): Roy Carter; Guy Smith Performer(s): Roy Acuff; and various other artists
What a beautiful thought I am thinking Concerning a great speckled bird Remember her name is recorded On the pages of God's Holy Word
All the other birds are flocking 'round her And she is despised by the squad But the great speckled bird in the Bible Is one with the great church of God
All the other churches are against her They envy her glory and fame They hate her because she is chosen And has not denied Jesus' name
Desiring to lower her standard They watch every move that she makes They long to find fault with her teachings But really they find no mistake
She is spreading her wings for a journey She's going to leave by and by When the trumpet shall sound in the morning She'll rise and go up in the sky
In the presence of all her despisers With a song never uttered before She will rise and be gone in a moment Till the great tribulation is o'er
I am glad I have learned of her meekness I am proud that my name is on her book For I want to be one never fearing The face of my Savior to look
When He cometh descending from heaven On the cloud that He writes in His Word I'll be joyfully carried to meet Him On the wings of that great speckled bird
Tentando A Diana Composer(s): Miguel Mateos - Alejadro Mateos Performer(s): Miguel Mateos
Ella dijo que no volvió a casa sin llorar él le pidió perdón mandó rosas en signo de paz
A ella no le alcanzó y los dos se dejaron de ver pasado un mes escuchar su voz en el contestador el mismo mensaje una y otra vez solo el cielo sabe que pasó y es que algo esta y es que algo esta Ah! Tentando a Diana Ah! Tentando a Diana
Ella dijo que si y propuso hora y lugar él se porto muy bien y lo hicieron sin hablar jóvenes cuerpos en la fábula del amor
Volvió a casa Subió corriendo a su habitación mamá y papá no la vieron llegar y ella guardó su secreto en el mar una generación mas Ah! Tentando a Diana Ah! Tentando a Diana
Une Belle Histoire (aka Un beau roman) Dutch & Italian Titles: Zoals Een Mooi Verhaal; Un'estate Fa Composer(s): Michel Fugain; Pierre Delanoë Originally performed by: Michel Fugain Covered by various other artists
C'est un beau roman, c'est une belle histoire C'est une romance d'aujourd'hui Il rentrait chez lui là-haut vers le brouillard Elle descendait dans le midi, le midi Ils se sont trouvés au bord du chemin Sur l'autoroute des vacances C'était sans doute un jour de chance Ils avaient le ciel à portée de main Un cadeau de la providence Alors pourquoi penser au lendemain
Ils se sont cachés dans un grand champ de blé Se laissant porter par les courants Se sont racontés leurs vies qui commençaient Ils n'étaient encore que des enfants, des enfants Qui s'étaient trouvés au bord du chemin Sur l'autoroute des vacances C'était sans doute un jour de chance Qui cueillir le ciel aux creux de leurs mains Comme on cueille la providence Refusant de penser au lendemain
C'est un beau roman, c'est une belle histoire C'est une romance d'aujourd'hui Il rentrait chez lui là-haut vers le brouillard Elle descendait dans le midi, le midi Ils se sont quittés au bord du matin Sur l'autoroute des vacances C'était fini le jour de chance Ils reprirent alors chacun leur chemin Saluèrent la providence en se faisant un signe de la main
Il rentra chez lui là-haut vers le brouillard Elle est descendue là-bas dans le midi C'est un beau roman, c'est une belle histoire C'est une romance d'aujourd'hui
Great Mid-West Composer(s): John Cougar Performer(s): John Cougar
Everything is slower here, everybody's got a union card They get up on Sunday and go to church of their choice Come back home cook out in the backyard
And they call this the Great Midwest Where the cornfields row and flow They're all 5 years ahead of their time Or 25 behind, I just don't know
All the young men talk about their 4 wheel drives And how much money they're gonna make on Friday night And, they like to brag about how they mistreat their girlfriends Hey, let's get drunk, party it up, start a fight
And they call this the Great Midwest Sure make a hell of a car And the old hearts, they race their way through the night The upheaval of who they really are
Growin' up under normal conditions, television and radio That's just about all of this whole world That any of us get to see, get to know
And they call this the Great Midwest Where you sacrifice your body and soul And no one really wants to get even Most of us find it hard enough just lettin' go
Don't get me wrong I ain't complaining I ain't braggin' nor do I mean to place blame That's just the way things are around here And there's a future carryin' my name on it Sayin' hey man, you gonna stick around here you better get on it If you're gonna stick around here you better make yourself some real good friends
Well I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth So I can't talk about the big city life But if you wanna talk about bein' bored and runnin' Away from yourself, hell I talk to you all night
And they call this the Great Midwest Where livin' is just gettin' by And people trade in their happiness For a smokestack, a big money deal in the sky
Tennessee Wig Walk
Composer(s): Larry Coleman - Norman Gimbel
Performer(s): Bonnie Lou; Dan Zanes
Im a bow-legged chicken, Im a knock kneed hen
Never been so happy since I dont know when
I walk with a wiggle and a giggle and a squawk
Doing the Tennessee wig walk
To a tune on the fiddle on a hardwood floor
Though Im broke and weary and my back is sore
I walk with a wiggle and a giggle and a squawk
Doing the Tennessee wig walk
Put your toes together, your knees apart
Bend your back, get ready to start
Flap your elbows just for luck
Then you wiggle and you waddle like a baby duck
Come and dance with me honey, tap your toes and glide
And well always be together side by side
I walk with a wiggle and a giggle and a squawk
Doing the Tennessee wig walk
Im a bow-legged chicken, Im a knock kneed hen
Never been so happy since I dont know when
I walk with a wiggle and a giggle and a squawk
Doing the Tennessee wig walk
To a tune on the fiddle on a hardwood floor
Though Im broke and weary and my back is sore
I walk with a wiggle and a giggle and a squawk
Doing the Tennessee wig walk
Put your toes together, your knees apart
Bend your back, get ready to start
Flap your elbows just for luck
Then you wiggle and you waddle like a baby duck
Come and dance with me honey, tap your toes and glide
And well always be together side by side
I walk with a wiggle and a giggle and a squawk
Doing the Tennessee wig walk
