Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Mbube Composer(s): Solomon Linda First release by: Solomon Linda's Original Evening Birds - 1939 Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1952 - Wimoweh (The Weavers) 1961 - The Lion Sleeps Tonight (The Tokens) 1961 - Oek'ndana (De Strangers) 1962 - Le Lion Est Mort Ce Soir (Henri Salvador) 1975 - Wimmersvej (Bamses Venner)
(Lead vocal repeats the following against another two repeats of the chorus above) Uyimbube Uyimbube Mama We
(Multiple voice lead repeats the following against another two repeats of the chorus above) He! He! He! He! Uyimbube Mama
(Multiple voice lead repeats the following against another two repeats of the chorus above) We We We We We We Uyimbube Uyimbube
(Multiple voice lead repeats the following against another three repeats of the chorus above) Kusukela Kudala Kuloku Kuthiwa Uyimbube Uyimbube Mama
(Some of the choruses above are then repeated)
Every Morning You Bring Us Good Luck Yes! Good Luck
Lion You're A Lion You're A Lion You're A Lion (repeat 2 times)
(lead vocal repeats the following against an additional two repeats of the chorus above) You're A Lion You're A Lion, Mama!
(multiple voice lead repeats the following against another two repeats of the chorus above) Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! You're A Lion, Mama
(multiple voice lead repeats the following against another two repeats of the chorus above) Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh You're A Lion You're A Lion
(multiple voice lead repeats the following against another three repeats of the chorus above) Long, Long Ago People Used To Say You're A Lion You're A Lion, Mama
Charleston Alley
Composer(s): Horace Henderson - Jon Hendricks - Leroy Kirkland
Performer(s): Lambert, Hendricks & Ross
and multiple other artists
On the avenue, you may be havin' you a solid ball, but it ain't no ball at all compared to the kicks when you dally in Charleston Alley
Maybe it don't look so hot, but believe me, it's the spot where you can sure let your hair down Everything's right And you can boogy all night
Say, man Charleston Alley is the play, man you can rally every cool cat on the avenue And they'll say it's true, if you're feelin' blue, this is the place for you
No goof and that's the truth
I dig Charleston Alley, and I'm here t' tell ya pally It's a place where life is real I'm tellin' you I never found a better deal We know just how you feel
Ribs and pigs feet, the tastiest meat that you ever did eat And a good piano player- a plinkin' an plunkin' an playin' them blues I doubt if you'll ever be gayer
We know- (Tell us about what you know) Where to play- (Tell us about where to go) And we'll show- (You don't know what time it takes) You the way (Lookin' for what shakes)
Well let me tell you that if you've come to dally Dig this crazy alley And we know it's where you're goin' to move And this is not an idle boast
Of all the many crazy alleys that we've went- Hilltop, O'Mally's None a' them could quite compare with red hot Charleston Alley When you're rockin' and you're rollin' to the rythym of the solid beat You're gonna have t' stomp your feet And you're sure to hang around Wiggin' an' diggin' the sounds
So dig this vocal travelogue that we're singin' everyone 'bout that circle by the dark sun Charleston Alley is the place to be
We get our kicks from hicks who hurry and take in the great white way We'll pick the Alley any day Charleston Alley is the place for me
Better get up if you're takin' a trip take a tip
On the avenue, you may be havin' you a solid ball, but it ain't no ball at all compared to the kicks you get from Charleston Alley If you should make the trip I'm pretty sure you'ld really flip So let your cares be, and baby make it down with me... to Charleston Alley
Funny How Time Slips Away
Composer(s): Willie Nelson
First release by: Billy Walker - July 1961
Covered by multiple other artists
Well hello there
It's been a long long time
How am I doing?
Oh well, I guess I'm doing fine
It's been so long now and it seems that
It was only yesterday
Ain't it funny how time slips away?
How's your new love
I hope that he's doing fine
Heard you told him
That you'd love him till the end of time
Well you know, that's the same thing
That you told me
Well it seems like just the other day
Ain't it funny how time slips away
Gotta go now
Guess I'll see you hanging round
Don't know when though
Never know when I'll be back in town
But remember what I told you
That in time your gonna pay
Well it's surprisin' how time slips away
Yeah, ain't it surprisin' how time slips away
Le Lion Est Mort Ce Soir ((Adapted from: Mbube (Solomon Linda's Original Evening Birds) - 1939)) Composer(s): Solomon Linda - Henri Salvador Performer(s): Henri Salvador - 1962
Versions In Other Languages: 1952 - Wimoweh (The Weavers) 1961 - The Lion Sleeps Tonight (The Tokens) 1961 - Oek'ndana (De Strangers) 1975 - Wimmersvej (Bamses Venner)
Dans la jungle, terrible jungle Le lion est mort ce soir Et les hommes tranquille s'endorment Le lion est mort ce soir Tout est sage dans le village Le lion est mort ce soir Plus de rage, plus de carnage Le lion est mort ce soir L'indomptable, le redoutable Le lion est mort ce soir Viens ma belle, viens ma gazelle Le lion est mort ce soir Dans la jungle, terrible jungle Le lion est mort ce soir Dans la jungle, terrible jungle Le lion est mort ce soir
Slaap je al ik wilde nog wat kwijt Ik maak je even wakker tot mijn spijt Ik moet je zeggen dat ik van je hou, en dat meen ik Want alleen is maar alleen
rook met mij een sigaret Blijf jij maar liggen in je bed Wat ik zeggen wil is kort, maar ik meen het
Ik ben zo blij dat jij hier bent Ik was jaren vrijgezel Zat dan alleen in een hotel Want ik wist niet wat het was om verliefd te zijn Wat moet ik nu zonder jou beginnen?
Kus me en zeg dat je van me houdt Ik wilde zilver maar ik heb nu goud Als jij naar mij kijkt word ik al week, oh ik meen het Wat moet ik nu nog zonder jou?
Je ogen zeggen zoveel tegen mij Als jij ze opent maak je mij zo blij Ik moet je zeggen dat ik van je hou en dat meen ik Oh, wat moet ik zonder jou?
rook met mij een sigaret Blijf maar liggen in je bed Wat ik zegge wil is kort maar ik meen het ik ben zo blij dat jij hier bent
Je ogen zeggen zoveel tegen mij Als jij ze opent maak je mij zo blij Ik moet je zeggen dat ik van je hou en dat meen ik Oh, wat moet ik zonder jou? La la la la la la la la la ....... (2x)
Announcer: For her first number, Miss Roxie Hart would like to sing a song of love and devotion dedicated to her dear husband Amos
Roxie: Sometimes I'm right Sometimes I'm wrong But he doesn't care He'll string along He loves me so That funny honey of mine!
Sometimes I'm down Sometimes I'm up But he follows 'round Like some droopy-eyed pup He loves me so That funny honey of mine!
He ain't no sheik That's no great physique Lord knows he ain't got the smarts
Oh, but look at that soul I tell you, that whole Is a whole lot greater Than the sum of his parts
And if you knew him like me I know you'd agree What if the world Slander my name? Why, he'd be right there Taking the blame
He loves me so And it all suits me fine That funny, sunny, honey Hubby of mine!
Amos: A man's got the right to protect his home and his loved ones, right? Fogarty: Of course, he has! Amos: Well, I come in from the garage, Officer, and I see him coming through the window With my wife Roxanne there, sleepin'... Like an angel...
Roxie: Amos: He loves me so ...an angel! That funny honey of mine!
Amos: I mean supposin', just supposin', he had violated her or somethin'...you know what I mean...violated?
Fogarty: I know what you mean...
Amos: ...or somethin' Think how terrible that would have been It's a good thing I came home from work on time, I'm tellin' ya that! I say I'm tellin' ya that!
Roxie: He loves me so That funny honey of mine!
Fogarty: Name of deceased... Fred Casely
Amos: Fred Casely How could he be a burglar? My wife knows him! He sold us our furniture!
Roxie: Lord knows he ain't got the smarts
Amos: She lied to me She told me he was a burglar
Fogarty: You mean he was dead when you got home?
Amos: She had him covered with a sheet and she's givin' me that cock and a bull story about this burglar, and I ought to say I did it 'cause I was sure to get off Burglar, huh!
Roxie: Amos: Now, he shot off his trap And I believed her! That cheap little tramp So, she I can't stand that sap was two-timing me, huh? Well, then, she can just swing for all I care Look at him go Boy, I'm down at the garage Rattin' on me working my butt off fourteen With just one more brain hours a day and she's up there What half-wit he'd be munchin' on God-damn bon-bons and jazzing This time she If they string me up pushed me too far I'll know who That little chiseler Brought the twine Boy, what a sap I was!
That scummy, crummy Dummy hubby of mine
Announcer: And now the six merry murderesses of the Cook County Jail in their rendition of the "Cell Block Tango"
Wimoweh ((aka The Lion Sleeps Tonight (The Tokens) - 1961)) ((Adapted from: Mbube (Solomon Linda's Original Evening Birds) - 1939)) Composer(s): Solomon Linda - Hugo E. Peretti - Luigi Creatore - George David Weiss Performer(s): The Weavers - 1952 and multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1961 - Oek'ndana (De Strangers) 1962 - Le Lion Est Mort Ce Soir (Henri Salvador) 1975 - Wimmersvej (Bamses Venner)
(A-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh) (A-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh) In the jungle, the mighty jungle The lion sleeps tonight In the jungle the quiet jungle The lion sleeps tonight Near the village the peaceful village The lion sleeps tonight Near the village the quiet village The lion sleeps tonight Hush my darling don't fear my darling The lion sleeps tonight Hush my darling don't fear my darling The lion sleeps tonight
Funny Funny Composer(s): Mike Chapman; Nicky Chinn Performer(s): Sweet
Tell me is it really true This feelin' that I feel for you Your own kind of lovin' That makes me think Nothing could ever take the place of you
And it's so funny funny What you do, honey, honey What you do, what you mean to me And you know, honey, honey Though it's so funny funny That you mean all the world to me
Ever since you came my way I knew it was my lucky day The sun started shinin' When you started smiling And I know it's gonna stay that way
And it's so funny funny What you do, honey, honey What you do, what you mean to me And you know, honey, honey Though it's so funny funny That you mean all the world to me
Can't imagine lovin' anyone but you (Honey honey, so funny funny) Every minute lovin' everything you do (Honey honey, so funny funny) Couldn't see my way without you Now I gotta tell the world about you
Tell me is it really true This feelin' that I feel for you Your own kind of lovin' That makes me think Nothing could ever take the place of you
And it's so funny funny What you do, honey, honey What you do, what you mean to me And you know, honey, honey Though it's so funny funny That you mean all the world to me
Versions In Other Languages: 1952 - Wimoweh (The Weavers) 1961 - The Lion Sleeps Tonight (The Tokens) 1961 - Oek'ndana (De Strangers) 1962 - Le Lion Est Mort Ce Soir (Henri Salvador)
Chariot
Composer(s): Paul Mauriat - Franck Pourcel
First release by: Franck Pourcel et son Grand Orch. - 1961
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1963 - I Will Follow Him (Petula Clark)
1963 - Chariot (Italian Version) (Betty Curtis)
1963 - Eu O Seguirei (George Freedman)
1979 - Elämä On Totta (Mona Carita)
Chariot, Chariot, si tu veux de moi Pour t'accompagner au bout des jours Laisse moi venir près de toi Sur le grand chariot de bois et de toile Nous nous en irons Du côté où l'on verra le jour Dans les premiers reflets du ciel Avant la chaleur du soleil Sous la dernière étoile
La plaine, la plaine, la plaine N'aura plus de frontière La terre, la terre, sera notre domaine Que j'aime, que j'aime Ce vieux chariot qui tangue Qui tangue, qui tangue Si tu veux de moi Pour dormir à ton côté toujours L'été sous la lune d'argent L'hiver dans la neige et le vent Alors dis-le moi, je pars avec toi La plaine, la plaine, la plaine N'aura plus de frontière La terre, la terre, verra notre domaine Que j'aime, que j'aime Ce vieux chariot qui tremble Qui tremble, qui tremble Si tu veux de moi De ma vie et de mon fol amour Le long des torrents et des bois Au cur des dangers et des joies Alors dis-le moi, je pars avec toi
Funny Familiar Forgotten Feelings Composer(s): Mickey Newbury Performer(s): Tom Jones; and various other artists
Last night, quietly, she walked through my mind As I lay searching for sleep Her soft hand reached out, she whispered my name As she brushed a tear from my cheek And then those funny familiar forgotten feelings started walkin' all over my mind It's sad, so sad to watch love go bad but a true love would not have gone wrong I'm just thankful for the good times we've had for without them I could not go on With all those funny familiar forgotten feelings walkin' all over my mind I must go on, be strong though millions of teardrops may fall Before these funny familiar forgotten feelings stop walkin' all over my mind Before these funny familiar forgotten feelings stop walkin' all over my mind
The Lion Composer(s): Barnett - Colwell - Smith - Young Performer(s): Adrian Smith
Late at night, rain falling down Sets my mind wandering Took a drive on a highway I saw you standing in the rain Destiny was calling me I would never be the same
You said You said your heart was aching You were sad
I saw you cry The night you lied to me Oh no!
You took my hand Then faded with the light
They said you died out On the road that night
Im in cold, cold sweat Knuckles white upon the wheel Danger flies on silent wings I cant fight and I cant feel Now Im standing in the daylight And it seems just like a dream If only I could touch you girl But youre not there for real!
Funny Face Composer(s): George Gershwin; Ira Gershwin Performer(s): Fred Astaire
Jimmy: Frankie, dear, your birthday gift reveals to me That at heart you're really not so bad If I add, your funny face appeals to me Please don't' think I've suddenly gone mad You have all the qualities of Peter Pan I'd go far before I'd find a sweeter pan And yet
I love your funny face Your sunny, funny face For you're a cutie With more than beauty You've got a lot Of personality N.T. A thousand laughs I've found In having you around Though you're not Gloria Swanson For worlds I'd not replace Your sunny, funny face
Frankie: Needn't tell me that I'm not so pretty, dear When my looking glass and I agree In the contest at Atlantic City, dear Miss America I'd never be Truth to tell, though, you're not such a bad lot yourself As a Paul Swan, you are not so hot yourself And yet
I love your funny face Your sunny, funny face You can't repair it So I declare it Is quite all right Jimmy: Like Ronald Colman? Frankie: So's your old man! Yet it's very clear I'm glad when you are near Though you're no Handsome Harry For worlds I'd not replace Your sunny funny face
I love that funny face That sunny, funny face Thought it upsets one, in time, it gets one That's true, for you Have personality for two Those eyes! Those nose! Those cheek! Won't make a movie sheikh But though you're not patootie For worlds I'd not replace Your sunny, funny face
Frankie: [to dog] I love your funny face Your sunny, funny face You never bother About your father Have you no shame? You're just a mutt and nothing but! Yet when you wag your tail You'll never be for sale Though you're no Rin Tin Tin, dear For worlds I'd not replace Your sunny, funny face
The Lights Of Home Composer(s): Steve Graham - Leon Pober Performer(s): Don Ho
I always get a thrill And I guess I always will When my journey nears its end And my destination is just around the bend
The lights of home look good to me When I return from far across the sea They glow so bright to guide me thru the night Back to the ones who care, waiting for me there
I've been around But never found In rainy London town Or sunny Rome A sight that's greater than the lights of home
Character
Composer(s): Iggy Pop - Eric Schermerhorn
Performer(s): Iggy Pop
Well, I 'll tell you one good thing at least about some of these junkies was they had some character they may have driven me nuts sometimes and screwed up but at least when they played the damn guitar they' d play it like they meant it these white bread boys nowadays knowin' all the score don' t even know how to puke
Funny (Not Much) Composer(s): Marcia Neal; Philip F. Broughton; Bob Merrill; Hughie Prince Performer(s): Nat King Cole; and various other artists
Funny, how I've stopped loving you I can pass you on the street and my heart don't skip a beat Not much, so much my eyes wanna cry Funny, how I've stopped loving you I can listen to your name and it doesn't start a flame Not much, so much my heart wants to die
Now that you're standing here, darling, I don't shed a tear This is just the rain in my eyes And if I have proved to you everything I say is true Please help me believe my own lies
Funny, how I've stopped loving you And it's funny I don't miss all the heaven in your kiss Your touch, no I don't love you, not much
Funny, how I've stopped loving you And it's funny I don't miss all the heaven in your kiss Your touch, no I don't love you, not much
The Lights Are Low Composer(s): Justin Hayward Performer(s): Justin Hayward
The lights are low They say it's true I feel your magic as we move and sway The lights are low
And the music now is slow I'm a fool to trust in you Seems like my self-control is slipping away And the music now is slow
And we ask the night, how can this be wrong, and feel so right But then who are they, who are they to know, I need you so Let me taste the love, let me drink the wine, that's yours and mine And we ask the night, how can this be wrong, and feel so right
Did you ever look in the mirror Did you ever wake up in the morning And see a stranger standing there And find that nothing, nothing was the same
Did you ever drive for miles and miles And the only thing that really matters And wonder how on earth you got yourself there Is the pleasure and the pain
Chaque Matin Il Se Lève ((aka Dans La Brume Du Matin (Joe Dassin) - 1966)) ((Adapted from: Early Morning Rain (Gordon Lightfoot) - 1966)) Composer(s): Gordon Lightfoot - Eddy Mitchell Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell - 1974
La pluie du petit matin Me donne froid dans le dos L'alcool qui est dans mon verre Me réchauffe un peu la peau Et la, j'attends le soleil Je m'installe pour son show Ça y est le soleil se lève Pour moi il s'est fait beau
Chaque matin il se lève, Il est le roi de la fête Il me donne mal à la tête À le voir toujours si haut S'il voulait boire avec moi À nous deux nous serions trois La nuit, le soleil et moi Jamais il ne le voudra
Chaque matin il se lève Parfois il en fait de trop Ses rayons se font cruels Il vient me brûler la peau C'est la star la plus célèbre C'est le plus grand des grands shows Ça y est le soleil se lève Le grand spectacle est là-haut
Sur la route nationale Il éclaire les autos S'il savait combien j'ai mal De le voir toujours si haut Il viendrait boire avec moi Encore quelques verres de trop Chaque matin il se lève Pour moi il s'est fait beau
Il est encore revenu J'ai perdu une fois de plus Mais je ne parierai plus Contre lui c'est défendu
Chaque matin il se lève Parfois il en fait de trop...
