Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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That Is The End Of The News Composer(s): Noel Coward Performer(s): Joyce Grenfell
We are told very loudly and often To lift up our hearts We are told that good humour will soften Fate's cruelest darts So however bad our domestic troubles may be We just shake with amusement and sing with glee
Heigho, Mum's had those pains again Granny's in bed with her varicose veins again Everyone's gay because dear cousin Florrie Was run down on Saturday night by a lorry We're so thrilled, Elsie's in trouble That hernia she had has turned out to be double When Albert fell down all The steps of the Town Hall He got three bad cuts and a bruise
We're delighted To be able to say We're unable to pay Off our debts We're excited Because Percy's got mange And we've run up a bill at the vet's
Three cheers! Ernie's got boils again Everything's covered in ointment and oils again Now he's had seven So God's in His heaven And that is the end of the news
We are told that it's dismal and dreary To air our despairs We are told to be gallant and cheery And banish our cares So when fortune gives us a cup of hemlock to quaff We just give a slight hiccup and laugh laugh laugh
Heigho, everything's fearful We do wish that Vi was a little more cheerful The only result of her last operation Has been gales of wind at the least provocation Now don't laugh, poor Mrs Mason Was washing some smalls in the lavatory basin When that old corroded Gas-heater exploded And blew her smack into the news
We're in clover Uncle George is in clink For refusing to work for the war Now it's over Auntie Maud seems to think He'll be far better placed than before
What fun -- dear little Sidney Produced a spectacular stone in his kidney He's had eleven So God's in His heaven And that is the end of the news
Heigho, what a catastrophe Grandfather's brain is beginning to atrophy Last Sunday night after eating an apple He made a rude noise in the Methodist chapel
Good egg! Dear little Doris Has just been expelled for assaulting Miss Morris Both of her sisters Are covered in blisters From standing about in the queues
We've been done in By that mortgage foreclosure And Father went out on a blind He got run in For indecent exposure And ever so heavily fined Heigho hi-diddle-diddle
Aunt Isabel's shingles have met in the middle She's buried in Devon So God's in His heaven And that is the end of the news
My Wheels Won't Turn Composer(s): Randy Bachman Performer(s): Bachman-Turner Overdrive
I met a man who bought up land Wherever his feet would tread He asked me to El Paso Said I could stay on his spread He has horses and cows and tractors and plows And all kinds of money to burn But how can I get to Texas When my wheels won't turn
There was a lady from Spain Who had a fine frame Then she moved to Hollywood She said come and stay for a week and a day I said I did not think I could She said the sunshine's fine I could spend some time There are lessons I could learn But how can I get to L.A. When my wheels won't turn How can I get to L.A. When my wheels won't turn
I'm standin' still 'Cause my wheels won't turn I'm not in love And my fuel won't burn for you
At a college of knowledge I tried to learn All the tricks to beat the system I'd hide nooks and memorize my books 'Till I knew I'd never never miss them Eventually I got my degree But the real thing I did learn You just can't hit your home run If your wheels won't turn
There was a man in white Who did things rght Now he watches from above He said here's the way that I want you to pray And the way to live and love So I saw the light and did things right But the candle would not burn Tell me, how can I get to heaven If my wheels won't turn How can I get to heaven If my wheels won't turn
Growl Composer(s): Frederick Heath; Guy Robinson Performer(s): Johnny Kidd & the Pirates; and various other artists
If there's anybody who's feeling bad Just come along with me and you'll feel glad Just growl Just growl Well it's as simple as that, just like a cat Growl
If you're not so bad and you're history Well come along with me and you'll feel free Just growl Just growl Well it's as simple as that, just like a cat Growl
I tried barking like a doogie dog Even screeching like a dying hog I can't get going with a hooting owl You know I'm only happy when you hear me growl
Well if there's anyone who's feeling bad Just come along with me and you'll feel glad Just growl Just growl Well it's as simple as that, just like a cat Growl
When everyone's swinging and in the mood And everybody around me's in the groove Just growl Just growl Well it's as simple as that, just like a cat Growl
If you're not so bad and you're history Well come along with me and you'll feel free Just growl Just growl Well it's as simple as that, just like a cat Growl
I tried barking like a doogie dog Even screeching like a dying hog I can't get going with a hooting owl You know I'm only happy when you hear me growl
If there's anybody who's feeling bad Just come along with me and you'll feel glad Just growl Just growl Well it's as simple as that, just like a cat Grooooooooooooooowl
That Is Rock And Roll Composer(s): Jerry Leiber - Mike Stoller First release by: The Coasters - 1959 Covered by multiple other artists
In the beginning, there weren't nothin' but rocks Then somebody invented the wheel And things just started in to roll!
Did you ever hear a tenor sax Swingin' like a rusty axe? Honkin' like a frog Down in a hollow log? Well, baby, that is rock and roll
Did you ever hear a guitar twang Dingy, dingy, dingy, dang? Ever hear those strings Doin' crazy things? Well, baby, that is rock and roll
That ain't no freight train that you hear Rollin' down the railroad tracks That's a country boy piano man Playin' in between the cracks
You say that music's for the birds And you can't understand the words? Well, honey, if you did You'd really blow your lid 'Cause, baby, that is rock and roll
That ain't no freight train that you hear Rollin' down the railroad tracks That's a country boy piano man Playin' in between the cracks
You say that music's for the birds And you can't understand the words? Well, honey, if you did You'd really blow your lid 'Cause, baby, that is rock and roll (In the mornin') Baby, that is rock and roll (In the evenin') Baby, that is rock and roll
My Way Of Giving French Title: Je N'Ai Jamais Rien Demandé Composer(s): Ronnie Lane; Steve Marriott Originally performed by: The Small Faces Covered by various other artists
I've been told it's just a matter of time before you meet someone who opens your eyes But time's on my side so nevertheless I know the pain of too much happiness
[Chorus:] It's all part of my way of giving and I'm giving it all to you More than love it's a way of living and what more would you have me do
Although I'm not a guy that means to hurt and if at times it seems our love won't work I tell you honey, you must surely realize See all confusion in my cloudy eyes
[Chorus]
Although I'm not a guy that means to hurt and if at times it seems our love won't work I tell you honey you must surely realize See all confusion in my cloudy eyes
Growing Closer Composer(s): Ian McLagan Performer(s): Humble Pie
Here I am with dust in my pants I don't know what to do Been on the road for almost a week I just wanna be with you Makes no difference where I am Feeling hard to breathe If I thought you felt the same Wouldn't be so bad for me Thought I know all about it from the start Took a short cut to nowhere To make it feel alright Got to cut this travelling out I hate sayin' goodbye We leave the day we arrive Or I'll wanna know why Growing closer, comin' in out of the dark Here I am with dust in my pants I don't know what to do Been on the road for almost a week I just wanna be with you
That Greasy Kid Stuff Composer(s): Cy Coben Performer(s): Janie Grant
Cleopatra sailing down the Nile with Mark Was huggin' and kissin', was as happy as a lark But suddenly she ran her fingers through his hair Stopped and said, "Well, I declare... Are you still using that greasy kid stuff? That icky sticky ooey gooey greasy kid stuff"
Stanley looked for Livingston the books all say Found him in the jungle on that famous day Shook his hand and shouted in a voice that boomed "Dr. Livingston I presume... That you're still using that greasy kid stuff That icky sticky ooey gooey greasy kid stuff"
Delilah was a gal who was as smart as a fox She crew-cut Sampson's curly locks She wiped off the scissors when the job was done Then whispered softly, "Tell me, hon... Are you still using that greasy kid stuff? That icky sticky ooey gooey greasy kid stuff"
I dreamt that I was at a summit meeting last night Nikita and the President were setting things right Everything was fine until Nikita says "If it's not top secret, tell me Prez... Are you still using that greasy kid stuff? That icky sticky ooey gooey greasy kid stuff"
Waarom ((aka Alleen Gaan (by Will Tura) - 1998; Zoals Gewoonlijk (by Raymond Van Het Groenewoud) - 2004; Mijn Leven (by Nicole & Hugo) - 2009)) ((Adapted from: Comme D'habitude (by Claude François - 1967)) Composer(s): Claude François - Jacques Revaux - Gilles Thibault - André Hazes Performer(s): André Hazes - 1980
Versions In Other Languages: 1968/1969 - My Way (by Frank Sinatra) 1969 - Eu Já Me Habituei (by Agnaldo Timóteo) 1971 - La Mia Via (by Fred Bongusto) 1972 - A Modo Mio (by Patty Pravo) 1989 - A Mi Manera (by Joan Baez) 1996 - A Mi Manera (Paul Anka & Julio Iglesias) 1996 - Moj Svet (by Dragan Stojnic) 2003 - A Mi Manera (by Raphael)
Waarom, zeg mij waarom ben ik alleen en altijd eenzaam Waarom, zeg mij waarom noemt niemand mij eens bij mijn voornaam Ik heb ook nooit een vrouw die mij eens helpt of met me uitgaat Waarom, zeg mij waarom moet ik alleen staan
Ach ja, ik heb mn werk, verdien mn geld, dat is m'n leven t Is allemaal voorbij, maar ik zou zo graag iets willen geven Zolang ik dat niet kan ben ik niet blij en blijf ook eenzaam Waarom, zeg mij waarom moet ik alleen staan
'k zit hier alleen, zonder vriendin, waar moet ik heen, t heeft toch geen zin Ik zou zo graag, geloof me toch, met jou willen praten, dansen de nacht Maar dat soort dromen komen nooit uit, k blijf altijd eenzaam
En toch ik heb nog hoop want er is toch nog steeds een morgen En als 't geluk dan komt dan zal ik altijd voor haar zorgen En bouw daar een gezin waar ik m'n leven mee kan slijten Ooh kom, breng mij geluk, t liefste morgen
Nu droom ik het weer, ben ik verliefd, o lieve schat, zeg alsjeblieft Kom dicht bij mij, geef me een zoen, ik houd van jou, dat zal ik doen Maar dat soort dromen komen nooit uit, k blijf altijd eenzaam
Growin' Up Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen Performer(s): Bruce Springsteen; and various other artists
I stood stone-like at midnight suspended in my masquerade I combed my hair till it was just right and commanded the night brigade I was open to pain and crossed by the rain and I walked on a crooked crutch I strolled all alone through a fallout zone and came out with my soul untouched I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd but when they said "Sit down" I stood up Ooh-ooh growin' up
The flag of piracy flew from my mast, my sails were set wing to wing I had a jukebox graduate for first mate, she couldn't sail but she sure could sing I pushed B-52 and bombed `em with the blues with my gear set stubborn on standing I broke all the rules, strafed my old high school, never once gave thought to landing I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd but when they said "Come down" I threw up Ooh-ooh growin' up
I took month-long vacations in the stratosphere and you know it's really hard to hold your breath I swear I lost everything I ever loved or feared, I was the cosmic kid in full costume dress Well, my feet they finally took root in the earth but I got me a nice little place in the stars And I swear I found the key to the universe in the engine of an old parked car I hid in the mother breast of the crowd but when they said "Pull down" I pulled up Ooh-ooh growin' up Ooh-ooh growin' up
My Way ((Adapted from: Comme D'habitude (by Claude François - 1967)) Composer(s): Claude François - Jacques Revaux - Gilles Thibault - Paul Anka Performer(s): Frank Sinatra - 1968/1969 and multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1969 - Eu Já Me Habituei (by Agnaldo Timóteo) 1971 - La Mia Via (by Fred Bongusto) 1972 - A Modo Mio (by Patty Pravo) 1980 - Waarom (by André Hazes) 1989 - A Mi Manera (by Joan Baez) 1996 - A Mi Manera (by Paul Anka & Julio Iglesias) 1996 - Moj Svet (by Dragan Stojnic) 1998 - Alleen Gaan (by Will Tura) 2003 - A Mi Manera (by Raphael) 2004 - Zoals Gewoonlijk (by Raymond Van Het Groenewoud) 2009 - Mijn Leven (by Nicole & Hugo)
And now the end is near And so I face the final curtain My friend, I'll say it clear I'll state my case of which I'm certain
I've lived a life that's full I travelled each and every highway And more, much more than this I did it My Way
Regrets, I've had a few But then again too few to mention Did what I had to do And saw it through without exemption Planned each charted course Each careful step along the byway And more, much more than this I did it My Way
Yes there were times, I'm sure you knew When I bit off more than I could chew But through it all when there was doubt I ate it up and spit it out I faced it all and I stood tall And did it My Way
I've loved I've laughed and cried I've had my fill, my share of losing And now as tears subside I find it all so amusing To think I did all that And may I say not in a shy way
Oh no, oh no not me I did it My Way
For what is a man, what has he got? If not himself, then he has naught To say the things he truly feels And not the words of one who kneels The record shows I took the blows And did it my way!
Grow, Mrs. Goldfarb, fatter, fatter Pile more potatoes on your platter Listen to me, 'cause I'm your hubby I just adore you plump and chubby I got a letter from the state, Dear You're gonna need a license plate, Dear My little elephant joke come true Chew, Mrs. Goldfarb, chew!
There is so much more of you More to adore you 'Cause you're not slender In your white dress you're a doll Big as the Taj Mahal In all its splendor When you're in gepartment stores Don't use the revolving doors You might get stuck, Dear When you use the telephone Go in the booth alone And lots of luck, Dear
You had for breakfast: two pounds bacon Three dozen eggs, one coffee cake and Then you had something really awful Four kippered herrings on a waffle Nine English muffins, one baked apple Boston cream pie, Philadelphia scrapple Seventeen bowls of Crispy Crunch Then you said, "What's for lunch?"
Sweetheart, you are giant size You are Lane Bryant size My darling Myrtle Last Thanksgiving I was thrilled You ate so much, you killed Your living girdle Have another dozen shrimp My lovely little blimp Don't count a calorie I just received a stub I owe the Diner's Club A whole years salary
Eat, Mrs. Goldfarb, daily, nightly Eat, though your chair is bending slightly Love of my life, I'm glad I found you Each day I take a walk around you I can't forget when we got married Over the threshold I got carried No other bride would be so sweet Eat, Mrs. Goldfarb, Eat!
That Girl Composer(s): Glenn Frey - Bob Seger Performer(s): Glenn Frey
Raindrops fallin' on these hills tonight I've been drivin' since the mornin' light It won't be long before those headlights shine And I'll be missin' that girl of mine
Yesterday, I was safe and warm Yesterday, I held her in my arms Now the raindrops fallin' And I feel like callin' That Girl
Well there ain't no explainin' what she does for me It might be somethin' only I can see Understanding in a quiet way Undemanding and I got to say
I'm in love, and I know it's for sure I'm in love, I can't stop thinking of her Now the raindrops fallin' And I feel like callin' That girl
Well I've been callin' that girl for such a long long time I can't get through, I'm 'bout to lose my mind I got so much to tell her, I got so much to say Ooh, I'm gonna love her till my dyin' day
Oh, I'm in love, and I know it's for sure I'm in love, I can't stop thinking of her now the raindrops fallin' I feel like callin' Raindrops fallin' I feel like callin' Raindrops fallin' And I feel like callin' That girl That girl
My Wasted Past Composer(s): Ernest Tubb; Roy Duke Performer(s): Ernest Tubb
Today Ive been thinking of My Wasted Past And all the heartaches that Ive been through It seems to me this world has turned me down And theres nothing left for me to do
In the future you no I have no planes Since you ran away with another man I feel as though this is the last As Im thinking of My Wasted Past
Ah Billy Byrd now
The clouds take the sunshine and bring the rain Like you took my love and brought me pain Now Im all alone with memories of the past And Ill never see my love again
In the future you no I have no plan Since you ran away with another man I feel as though this is the last As Im thinking of My Wasted Past
That Feeling Is Gone Composer(s): Walter Hirsh - Chester Wallace Performer(s): Benny Goodman & His Orch.
That feeling is gone, I must go on without you That feeling is gone, the thrill I used to know You tell me you're sorry, that it wasn't meant to be It's easy to be sorry, but how about me ?
That feeling is gone, still I could never doubt you For old times' sake, I'll gladly take the blame Although I can't forget you, I wonder why I ever met you That feeling is gone, never to be the same
My Walking Stick Composer(s): Irving Berlin Performer(s): Leon Redbone and various other artists
Without my walking stick, I'd go insane I can't look my best I feel undressed without my cane Must have my walking stick 'cause it may rain When it pours can't be outdoors without my cane
If I ever left my house without my walking stick Well it would be something I could never explain Oh the thing that makes me click, on lovers lane Would go for naught if I were caught without my cane
If I ever left my house without my walking stick Well it would be something I could never explain Oh the thing that makes me click on lovers lane Would go for naught if I were caught without my cane
Ground Hog Blues Composer(s): Sonny Boy Williamson Performer(s): Sonny Boy Williamson
Now I'm a walkin' groundhog
mama and I walks around in my den Now I'm a walkin' groundhog
mama and I walks around in my den Now if I come out and see my shadow, John I believe I'll go back in
Now I want some feedin' mama, so I can hear a high sound If you don't feed me baby I believe I'll go back in the ground Because I'm that walkin' groundhog, mama and I walks around in my den Now if I come out and see my shadow you say you don't love me I believe I'll go back in
Now I wanna hear some swingin' music, I wanna hear a Fats Waller song Now if I start to jitterbuggin' I'm forgettin' my hole down in the ground Because I'm that walkin' groundhog, man and I walks around in my den
Now if I come out and see my shadow my woman don't love me I believe I'll go back in
Yes John, you know what I mean... Oh you know I'm a-walkin' wild...
Now I need some pettin' baby, baby you know what I mean Now if you don't pet me baby, I believe I'll go back down in New Orleans Because I'm that walkin' groundhog, at night I walks around in my den Now if I come out and see my shadow my woman don't love me yeah an' I believe I'll go back in
It's not because the money you have is only chicken feed It's because I know I'm not the only chicken you feed I don't care if a boy has barely enough to feed me I just wanta know that I'm the only chicken he feeds feed
I heard about you last night, out in the bright lights with old Suzie Brown You took her to the movie show, you took her to the bowling bowl, you took her ev'ry place in town Guess ya think it's funny out spendin' all your money, leavin' me home alone Well from now on I'm gonna be anywhere else but home
It's not because the money you have is only chicken feed It's because I know I'm not the only chicken you feed I don't care if a boy has barely enough to feed me I just wanta know that I'm the only chicken he feeds
I was sittin' home thinkin' how I'd like to be drinkin' a Coke somewhere in town When a friend phoned me, and she told me you were feedin' old Suzie Brown Well I got down low, got to feelin' so low that I thought I would die Well I've got news for you, I'm not going to sit home and cry
It's not because the money you have is only chicken feed It's because I know I'm not the only chicken you feed I don't care if a boy has barely enough to feed me I just wanta know that I'm the only chicken he feeds feed
I just wanta know that I'm the only chicken he feeds feed
My Very Good Friend The Milkman Composer(s): Johnny Burke; Harold Spina Performer(s): Fats Waller and various other artists
My very good friend the milkman says That I've been losing to much sleep He doesn't like the hours I keep And he suggests that you should marry me
My very good friend the mailman says That it would make his burden less If we both had the same address And he suggests that you should marry me
Then there's a very friendly fellow who prints All the latest real estate news And every day he sends me blueprints Of cottages with country views
My very good friends the neighbours say That they've been watching little things I do And they perceive that I love you So I suggest that you should marry me