Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Fat Man ((Danish Version: Tykke (Rock Nalle & The Flames) - 1979)) Composer(s): Fats Domino - Dave Bartholomew First recording/First release by: Fats Domino - 1949/1950 Covered by multiple other artists
They call, they call me the fat man 'Cause I weight two hundred pounds All the girls they love me 'Cause I know my way around
I was standing, I was standing on the corner Of Rampart and Canal I was watching, watching Watching those people gather
Food Blues Composer(s): Shel Silverstein Performer(s): Bobby Bare; The Corries
I was waitin' in Rosie's Restaurant When the waiter came up and said
"What do you want?" I looked at the menu -- it looked so nice Till he said, "Let me give you some advice" He said, "Spaghetti and potatoes got too much starch Pork chops and sausage are bad for your heart There's hormones in chicken and beef and veal Bowl of ravioli is a dead man's meal Bread got preservatives, there's nitrites in ham Artificial coloring in jellies and jam Stay away from donuts Run away from pie Pepperoni pizza is a sure way to die Sugar rots your teeth and make you put on weight But artifical sweetener's got cyclamates Eggs got cholesterol There's fat in cheese Coffee ruins your kidneys, and so does tea Fish got mercury Red meat is poison Salt's gonna send your blood pressure risin' Hot dogs and bologna got deadly red dyes Vegetables and fruits are sprayed with pesticides"
So I said, "What can I eat that's gonna make me last?" He said, "A small drink of water in a sterilized glass" And then he stopped and he thought for a minute And said, "Never mind the water -- there's carcinogenics in it" So I got up from the table and walked out in the street Realizing there was nothing I could eat I ain't eaten for a month, and I'm feeling fine... 'Cause he did not mention Beer, whiskey, women and sweet red wine
The Fast-Talkin' Agent
Composer(s): Horton
Performer(s): The Duke Of Paducah
Son, you better listen to Clagmouth Clackett
If you wanna make it big in the showbiz racket
You got a big hit, Boy, but that ain't enough
You need a fast-talkin' agent to handle your stuff
And that's me, Son, Clagmouth's the name
Big wheelin' and dealin', that's the name of the game
I'll put you in the big time, set you up a firm
Gizmo Productions, earn while you learn
Me and you's partners, just sign your name
And, Son, you're on your way to the Hall of Fame
Sign here... Fried Chicken... Roast Beef...
Boy, that's where the gravy is...
T'ain't no joke, Son
You gotta get a big shiny automobile
And a great big house on Luxury Hill
Great inspiration, lookin' down below
For writin' them songs about Poverty Row
And you cut 'em, and I'll plug 'em
But you gotta be honest, Boy, tell it like it is
'Cos you can't be a phoney in today's showbiz
Once upon a time you could be a big star
Singin' through your nose to a tinny guitar
With a ten gallon hat and a rhinestone suit
And a flat-top Martin, you could grind some loot
But that's gone, Son... Flat, dead and gone
Time's are a-changin'... There's a new put-on
Today makin' records is a whole new gig
You can't make a silk purse out of a pig
Forget about Ragtime and all that Jazz
Now you gotta have a message with your razzamatazz
Knock somethin'... Hate somebody
Mommy and Daddy... They're the ones to blame
They squeeezed all the sugar out o' Sugarfoot Rag
Now you gotta get a gimmick from a brand new bag
Picked all the petals from the Wildwood Flower
Now you gotta peddle soul with your guitar power
Start peddlin', Son... If you wanna get the bread
That's where it is, Boy... Cornball's dead
Leave that barnyard stuff for the chickens
The County Fair's where it's still good pickins
Old Aunt Martha pays a buck and a half
For a record and a picture, free autograph
She's happy... So's Uncle Jim
They know you're a good man...
Why you sang 'em a Hymn
Sock it to 'em, Boy, with a poverty pitch
For without poor people you'd be diggin' a ditch
And who buys the records that's makin' you rich
That's right, Boy, don't you ever forget it
It's them poor, poor people...
I've got me a Star...
Get away from be, Boy, you bother me...
Catch The Wind
((French Version: Autant Chercher À Retenir Le Vent (Richard Anthony) - 1965))
Composer(s): Donovan
First release by: Donovan - 1965
Covered by multiple other artists
In the chilly hours and minutes Of uncertainty, I want to be In the warm hold of your loving mind
To feel you all around me And to take your hand, along the sand Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind
When sundown pales the sky I wanna hide a while, behind your smile And everywhere I'd look, your eyes I'd find
For me to love you now Would be the sweetest thing, 'twould make me sing Ah, but I may as well, try and catch the wind
When rain has hung the leaves with tears I want you near, to kill my fears To help me to leave all my blues behind
For standin' in your heart Is where I want to be, and I long to be Ah, but I may as well, try and catch the wind
Folsom Prison Blues Composer(s): Johnny Cash Performer(s): Johnny Cash
I hear that train a-commin', it's rollin' around the bend And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when I'm stuck in Folsom prison and time keeps draggin' on But that train keeps a-rollin' on down to San Antone When I was just a baby, my mama told me, son Always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns But I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die When I hear that whistle blowin', I hang my head and cry
I bet there's rich folks eatin' in a fancy dining car They're probably drinking coffee and smoking big cigars But I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free But those people keep a-movin' and that's what tortures me
Well if that freed me from this prison and that railroad train was mine I bet I'd move it on a little farther down the line Far from Folsom prison, that's where I want to stay And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away
Following In Your Footsteps Composer(s): Ian Hunter; Mick Ronson Performer(s): Ian Hunter; The Hunter Ronson Band
Some folk leave courage some folk leave you hope Why am I out here hangin' like a fool at the end o' my rope Some folk leave you wisdom some folk leave you signs You can never be sure what went on before Life is just a matter of time
Picture of you clouding my view I'm following in your footsteps tryin' to make some sense of it all Maybe it's a sign of weakness but that's where my footsteps fall I'm following in your footsteps tryin' to hang on to your dreams You never got what you wanted So I never got what I need I'm following in your footsteps 'cos that's where the footsteps lead
Someone must have given me anger someone must have given me hate Or why would I stand here shakin' when there's so many chances to take
Pictures of you climb into view I'm following in your footsteps tryin' to make some sense of it all Maybe it's a sign of weakness but that's where my footsteps fall
I'm following in your footsteps watchin' my children grow They're following in my footsteps Takin' it on the road We're following in your footsteps 'cos that's where the footsteps go We're following in your footsteps, yeah 'cos that's where your footsteps go
The Family Of Man Composer(s): Jack Conrad - Paul Williams Performer(s): Three Dog Night
This tired city was somebody's dream Billboard horizons as black as they seem Four level highways across the land We're building a home for the family of man And it's so hard whatever we are coming to Yes it's so hard with so little time And so much to do Time running out for the family of man One man to lead us with so much to say Moving the mountains that got in our way Prayer books and meetings to find a plan Deciding the fate of the family of man Memories replacing the loves that we've lost Burning our bridges as soon as they're crossed Factories built where the rivers ran And time running out for the family of man
Catch A Wave ((aka Sidewalk Surfin' (Jan & Dean) - 1964))
Composer(s): Brian Wilson
First release by: The Beach Boys - 1963
Covered by multiple other artists
Catch a wave and you're sitting on top of the world Don't be afraid to try the greatest sport around Everybody tries it once Those who don't just have to put it down You paddle out turn around and raise And baby that's all there is to the coastline craze You gotta catch a wave and you're sittin' on top of the world Not just a fad cause it's been going on so long All the surfers going strong They said it wouldn't last too long They'll eat their words with a fork and spoon And watch 'em they'll hit the road and all be surfin' soon And when they catch a wave they'll be sittin' on top of the world Catch a wave and your sittin' on top of the world So take a lesson from a top-notch surfer boy Every Saturday boy But don't treat it like a toy Just get away from the shady turf And baby go catch some rays on the sunny surf And when you catch a wave you'll be sittin on top of the world Catch a wave and you'll be sittin' on top of the world Catch a wave and you'll be sittin' on top of the world Catch a wave and you'll be sittin' on top of the world
The falconer is sitting on His summersand at dawn Unlocking flooded silvercages And with a silverdin arise All the lovely faces And the lovely silvertraces erase My empty pages
The falconer is sitting on His summersand at dawn Beside his singing silverwaves And his dancing rebelrace That compose ahead of timeless time A sound inside my candle light
Father child Angels of the night Silverframe my candlelight
Father child Angels of the night Silverframe my candlelight
The falconer is sitting on His summersand at dawn Unlocking flooded silvercages And with a silverdin arise All the lovely faces And the lovely silvertraces erase My empty pages
Catch A Train
Composer(s): Andy Fraser - Paul Rodgers - Paul Kossoff - Simon Kirke
Performer(s): Free
Catch a train to my place
Call me when you get into town
I'm gonna meet you at the station, oh yeah
You can tell me why you're feeling down
Is it you mother, though she tends to shout a bit
But she's got her problems too
And I don't doubt it
Baby your father
I know he's always drinking
Most of the time
He don't even know what he's doing
Now baby
Catch a train to my place
Call me when you get into town
Gonna meet you at the station
You can tell me why you're feeling down
I can't imagine
Why you're feeling so alone
It's just a week since I saw
Baby why are you crying so?
All you got to do is
Catch a train to my place
Call me when you get into town
I'm gonna meet you at the station
You can tell me why you're feeling
Catch a train to my place
Call me when you get into town
I'm gonna meet you at the station
You can tell me why you're feeling
Ah baby why you're feeling down
Down, down, down, down
Why don't you come around
Why don't you catch a train
The midnight train's all right
Follow The Boys Composer(s): Benny Davis; Ted Murry Performer(s): Connie Francis
I'll follow the boys wherever they go I'll follow the boys 'cause in my heart I know I know that somewhere, somewhere along the way I'll find my love, my own true love, some day
And there'll be no place too far, no ocean too wide Wherever he goes I'll be right by his side I'll follow the boys and wait until the time Till that boy that I'm following is mine
There'll be no place too far, no ocean too wide Wherever he goes I'll be right by his side So I'll follow the boys and wait until the time Till that wonderful boy that I'm following is mine
50 Jaar Televisie ((Adapted from: De Lichtjes Van De Schelde (Bobbejaan Schoepen) - 1952)) Performer(s): Ronny Mosuse Composer(s): Bobbejaan Schoepen - Jan Stevens - Anton Beuving - Karel Vereertbrugghen
Doedoedoedoe...
Zeg weet je nog schat onze eerste TV Ik ben hem toen zelf nog gaan halen Hij stond op die kast, op een stuk toile cirée Die doos ging ons leven bepalen
Jij hebt leren koken met 'Penelope' Ik viel voor Regine in 'Zuid-Noord' En weet je nog wel, onze dochter Josée Is verwekt tijdens 't Is maar een woord'
Zie ik de beelden op de schermen Dan gaat mijn hart wat sneller slaan Daar ligt er eentje luid te kermen Daar loopt een ventje op de maan
50 jaar lang al televisie 50 jaar lang die schone buis Lichtpunt in het lastig leven Een halve eeuw een vriend aan huis
Het paringsgedrag van de roodborsttapuit Problemen met tandartspraktijken Het beste beleg voor een zeemansbeschuit Wij weten het dankzij veel kijken
De kinderen zijn groot en wij zijn nu alleen Dat valt allemaal nog wel mee Wij maken nooit ruzie, wij zijn nooit gemeen We zitten gewoon voor TV
Zie ik de beelden op de schermen Lalalalalalalala Daar ligt er eentje luid te kermen Lalalalalalalala
50 jaar lang al televisie 50 jaar lang die schone buis Lichtpunt in het lastig leven Een halve eeuw een vriend aan huis
Catch A Star Composer(s): Colin Hay Performer(s): Men At Work
Experience babe, kickin' stones and cans Experience babe, cigarette-stained hands It's not too late, hear it in the wind It's not too late, feel passion creepin' in Intoxication, familiar smells of the hotels Infatuation, of knowing who you are
You and I, You and I, You and I Arrow through my heart Catch a star
Isolation, rows and rows of cars Isolation, like Jupiter and Mars Staring faces, set in celluloid Welcome to the late show, starring Null and Void Complications, things get in the way Sweet sensation of knowing you are near and not too far
You and I, You and I, You and I Arrow through my heart Catch a star
You and I, You and I, You and I Freeway through your heart Catch a star
Follow That Dream German Title: Ich Vertraue Dem Traum
Composer(s): Fred Wise; Ben Weisman Performer(s): Elvis Presley; Cheyenne Jackson
(Follow that dream, I've got to follow that dream) Keep a-movin', move along, keep a movin' I've gotta follow that dream wherever that dream may lead I gotta follow that dream to find the love I need
When your heart gets restless, time to move along When your heart gets weary, time to sing a song But when a dream is calling you There's just one thing that you can do
You've gotta follow that dream wherever that dream may lead You gotta follow that dream to find the love you need
Keep a-movin', move along, keep a movin'
Gotta find me someone whose heart is free Someone to look for my dream with me And when I find her I may find out That's what my dreams are all about
I've gotta follow that dream wherever that dream may lead I gotta follow that dream to find the love I need
I-I-I gotta to follow that dream wherever that dream may lead I gotta to follow that dream to find the love I need
(Keep a-movin', move along) Keep a-movin', move along Keep a-movin', move along Keep a-movin'..........
The Faithful Hussar (Don't Cry My Love) Performer(s): Vera Lynn
A soldier boy, so brave and gay With head held high, he marched away His sweetheart wept, but every night He'd think of her and he would write Don't cry, my love, while I am gone Don't sigh, my love, just carry on
The leaves of green turned brown and gold The days grew short and nights were cold But when the winter winds blew chill Afire with love, he'd write her still Don't cry, my love, while I am gone Don't sigh, my love, just carry on
Then came the day he'd hungered for When he need live on dreams no more For he could write and it was true My dear, I'll soon be home to you Don't cry, my love, I'm coming home Don't sigh, my love, no more I'll roam
We two again will never part Stand easy, love, you've won my heart
Catch A Falling Star
Composer(s): Paul Vance - Lee Pockriss
First recording/First release by: Perry Como - 1957/1958
Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket Never let it fade away Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket Save it for a rainy day
For love may come and tap you on the shoulder some starless night Just in case you feel you want to hold her You'll have a pocketful of starlight
Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket Never let it fade away Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket Save it for a rainy day
For love may come and tap you on the shoulder some starless night Just in case you feel you want to hold her You'll have a pocketful of starlight (Pocketful of starlight, hm,hm,hm,hm,hm,hm)
Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket Never let it fade away Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket Save it for a rainy day
(Save it for a rainy, save it for a rainy, rainy, rainy, day)
For when your troubles start multiplyin' and they just might It's easy to forget them without tryin' With just a pocketful of starlight
Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket Never let it fade away Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket Save it for a rainy day
