Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Man In The Moon Is A Lady Composer(s): Jerry Herman Performer(s): Bea Arthur
Mame: Oh, Vera, I can't wait to hear that Overture Tell me about the show!
Vera: Well, well, it's this terribly modern operetta about a lady astronomer who make a universe shaking discovery
Oooooh Aaaaaaaaah...
Vera: I have a little secret I'd like to impart That I hope doesn't give you too much of a start Tho' it's shocking, it's completely true I know it isn't gossip, or rumor, of course For I've had it from quite a reliable source And I'd like to pass it on to you
The man in the moon is a lady A lady in lipstick and curls The cow that jumped ovah cried "Jumpin' Jehovah I think it's just one of the girls" She winks at the stars from her bed of green cheese That isn't a night-gown It's a Saturn chemise Oh, her friends are the stars and the planets She sends the Big Dipper a kiss So don't ever offend her Remember her gender The man in the moon is a miss
Chick, Chick, Chick, Chick, Chicken (Lay A Little Egg For Me)
Chick, Chick, Chick, Chick, Chicken (Lay A Little Egg For Me)
Composer(s): Fred Holt - Thomas McGhee - Irving King
Performer(s): Ted Weems
and multiple other artists
Now good old farmer Haystack is the cleverest of men
He cuts a rasher off a pig, and then shouts to a hen
Chick, chick, chick, chick, chicken, lay a little egg for me
Chick, chick, chick, chick, chicken, I want one for my tea
Oh, I haven't had an egg since Easter/breakfast, and now it's half past three
So, chick, chick, chick, chicken, lay a little egg for me
Now Rip Van Winkle woke up after twenty years or more
He found a bird's nest in his beard and shouted out, "Oh, Lor'!"
Chick, chick, chick, chick, chicken, lay a little egg for me
Chick, chick, chick, chick, chicken, I want one for my tea
Oh, I haven't had an egg since Easter (breakfast), and now it's half past three
So, chick, chick, chick, chicken, lay a little egg for me
Reach Out Of The Darkness Composer(s): Jim Post Performer(s): Friend & Lover; Dai Bass; Strawberry Zots
I think it's so groovy now That people are finally getting together I thinks it's so wonderful and how That people are finally getting together Reach out in the darkness Reach out in the darkness Reach out in the darkness And you may find a friend
I knew a man that I did not care for And then one day this man gave me a call We sat and talked about things on our mind And now this man he is a friend of mine Don't be afraid of love Don't be afraid, don't be afraid to love Everybody needs a little love Everybody needs somebody That they can be thinking of
The Man In The Little White Suit Composer(s): Dallas Frazier Performer(s): Charlie Walker
Smokin' cigarettes by the carton Drinkin' coffee by the pound Slowly pullin' my hair out by the roots Actin' funny, lookin' in a mirror Makin' faces like a clown Just sittin' here waitin' for The man in the little white suit
Everybody told me you would drive me crazy And they said you'd have me barkin' like a hound But a fool in love ain't got the sense to listen Now my barkin' is the gossip of the town
Smokin' cigarettes by the carton Drinkin' coffee by the pound Slowly pullin' my hair out by the roots Actin' funny, lookin' in a mirror Making faces like a clown Just sittin' here waitin' for The man in the little white suit
Just a crazy fool would believe the things you told me I hate to say the fool is you know who I'd sooner be the victim of a hangin' Then be the fool I am because of you
Smokin' cigarettes by the carton Drinkin' coffee by the pound Slowly pullin' my hair out by the roots Actin' funny, lookin' in a mirror Making faces like a clown Just sittin' here waitin' for The man in the little white suit
Yeah, I'm sittin' here waitin' for the man in the little white suit
Chicago Blues
Composer(s): James P. Johnson
Performer(s): Lonnie Johnson
and multiple other artists
Chicago's alright to visit, but please don't hang around
You'll find the smooth chicks and high slicks and boy, all those mellow fellows
But when your bankroll is gone, you're just another chump, that's dropped in town!
My first night in Chicago, my friends really treated me fine
Then overnight, they all changed like daylight saving time
And ev'rything I wanted, I had to lay my money down on the line
I said, "Baby, you're so lovely, your eyes shine like the stars above
you wear number three shoes, yes, and wear number five gloves"
She said, "It's money I need, baby, I don't need love!"
I said, "I could make you love me darlin', baby, I just bet I could
you can learn to love me baby, I know you could"
She says, "Lay your money down, babe, and make your bettin' good!"
I said, "Let's go to New York, baby I'll buy you anything you lack
I will give you plenty money, gonna buy you a nineteen forty-two Cadillac!"
She says, "I'm sorry, this fine round body will be here when you get back!"
Reach Out For Me Composer(s): Burt Bacharach; Hal David Performer(s): Dionne Warwick; and various other artists
When you go through a day And the things that people say They make you feel so small They make you feel that Your heart will just never stop aching And when you just can't accept the abuse you are taking Darlin' reach out for me
Don't you worry I'll see you through You just have to reach out for me I'll be there and I'll confort you Oh yes I will Comfort you and love you How I'm gonna love you
When good friends prove untrue And the things they do to you They make you feel so bad They make you feel that You haven't a reason for living So when you feel you Could throw in the towel and just given in Darlin' reach out for me
The Man In A Raincoat Performer(s): Marion Marlowe
Late in the evening, out on the square A man in a raincoat, standing there We met by the lamp where the newsboy cried He stole my heart with his laughing eyes Mmmmm
He took me dancing, dancing 'til dawn No happier couple had ever been born I felt lke a queen and he was my king He borrowed some money to buy me a ring Mmmmm
But I'm still alone. Now the cards are all down He's taken my money and skipped out of town Now when I pass the place where we met I'm wondering if I could forgive and forget Mmmmm
Chicago
Composer(s): Robert Fripp - Shauna Hall - Joanna Walton
Performer(s): Robert Fripp
I smile like Chicago She laughs like the breeze I try so hard to charm her With minor mysteries I collide with her softness With whispers and pleas Echoes of the movements Delicate obscenties
It's a one quarter rain dance Half of it's prayer It's a simplest romance Rattles high in the air She's the gentlest pretender I'm a clown on a spree Still it's sweet to remember The way it might be
Reach Out And Touch (Somebody's Hand) Composer(s): Nickolas Ashford; Valerie Simpson Performer(s): Diana Ross; and various other artists
Reach out and touch Somebody's hand Make this world a better place If you can Reach out and touch Somebody's hand Make this world a better place If you can
(Just try) Take a little time out of your busy day To give encouragement To someone who's lost the way (Just try) Or would I be talking to a stone If I asked you To share a problem that's not your own We can change things if we start giving Why don't you
Reach out and touch Somebody's hand Make this world a better place If you can Reach out and touch Somebody's hand Make this world a better place If you can
(Just try) If you see an old friend on the street And he's down Remember his shoes could fit your feet (Just try) Try a little kindness you'll see It's something that comes very naturally We can change things if we start giving
Why don't you Reach out and touch Why don't you (Why don't you) Reach out and touch somebody's hand
Reach out and touch Somebody's hand Make this world a better place If you can Reach out and touch Somebody's hand Make this world a better place If you can
The Man I Used To Be Composer(s): Richard Rodgers - Hammerstein Performer(s): Samuel Ramey
The man I used to be, a happy man was he And aimless as a leaf in a gale Whatever has become of that light-hearted bum Who thought he had the world by the tail The man I used to be, his life was gay and free And aimless as a cloud in the sky He thought he knew the game, then along came a dame Who turned him into some other guy
Ive got ambition now, Ive got a mission now I aim to reach the top of the tree That other fly-by-night who looked so high by night Has vanished like a sail on the sea And Ill never find that easy-living, Easy-taking, easy-giving fellow that I used to call me You can never find the man you used to be
Youve changed bub, youve changed a lot And the gang you used to go with all concur Youve changed bub, youre not yourself If this is yourself, youre not the man you were
The man I used to be would go to sleep at three Or four a.m. or seven or nine And when his weary head wasnt near any bed A table or chair would be fine A man without a goal, a sort of friendly soul He liked to play the role of a host To any thirsty pal or a casual gal Whod stay to cook his coffee and toast
He was a neer-do-well who wouldnt dare do well He never saw the top of a tree But kinda sad I was to be the cad I was Dissolving like a sail on the sea And Ill never find that fatalistic, Free-and-easy egotistic optimist who used to be me You can never find the man you used to be
Chicago
Composer(s): Graham Nash
First release by: Graham Nash - 1971
Well your brother's bound and gagged And they've chained him to a chair Won't you please come to Chicago Just to sing In a land that's known as freedom How can such a thing be fair Won't you please come to Chicago Show your face
We can change the world Re-arrange the world It's dying - to get better
Politicians sit yourself down There's nothing for you here Won't you please come to Chicago For a ride
Don't ask Jack to help you Cause he'll turn the other ear Won't you please come to Chicago For the help that we can bring
We can change the world Re-arrange the world It's dying - if you believe in justice It's dying - if you believe in freedom It's dying - let a man rule his own life It's dying - rules and regulations, who needs them Throw 'em out the door
Somehow people must be free I hope the day comes soon Won't you please come to Chicago Show your face
From the bottom of the ocean To the mountains of the moon Won't you please come to Chicago No one else can take your place
We can change the world Re-arrange the world It's dying - if you believe in justice It's dying - if you believe in freedom It's dying - let a man rule his own life It's dying - rules and regulations, who needs them Throw 'em out the door
Reach Out (I'll Be There) Composer(s): Lamont Dozier; Brian Holland; Eddie Holland Performer(s): The Four Tops
Now if you feel that you can't go on (can't go on) Because all of your hope is gone (all your hope is gone) And your life is filled with much confusion (much confusion) Until happiness is just an illusion (happiness is just an illusion) And your world around is crumbling down, darling reach out come on girl reach on out for me reach out reach out for me I'll be there with a love that will shelter you I'll be there with a love that will see you through When you feel lost and about to give up (to give up) Cause your life just ain't good enough (just ain't good enough) And you feel the world has grown cold (has grown cold) And your drifting out all on your own (drifting out on your own) And you need a hand to hold, darling reach out come on girl reach out for me reach out reach out for me I'll be there to love and comfort you And I'll be there to cherish and care for you I'll be there to always see you through I'll be there to love and comfort you I can tell the way you hang your head (hang your head) You're not in love now, now your afraid (you're afraid) And through the tears you look around (look around) But there's no piece of mind to be found (no piece of mind to be found) I know what you're thinking, You're alone now, no love of your own, but darling reach out come on girl reach out for me reach out reach out.......... just look over your shoulder I'll be there to give you all the love you need And I'll be there you can always depend on me I'll be there to always see you through I'll be there to love and comfort you
The Man I Love ((Dutch Version: Man Van Mijn Hart (Greetje Kauffeld) - 1997)) Composer(s): George Gershwin - Ira Gershwin First performance by: Fred & Adele Astaire - 1924 Covered by multiple other artists
When the mellow moon begins to beam Every night I dream a little dream And of course Prince Charming is the theme The he, for me Although I realize as well as you It is seldom that a dream comes true To me it's clear That he'll appear
Some day he'll come along, the man I love And he'll be big and strong, the man I love And when he comes my way I'll do my best to make him stay
He'll look at me and smile, I'll understand And in a little while, he'll take my hand And though it seems absurd I know we both won't say a word
Maybe I shall meet him Sunday Maybe Monday, maybe not Still I'm sure to meet him one day Maybe Tuesday will be my good news day
He'll build a little home just meant for two From which I'll never roam, who would? would you? And so, all else above I'm waiting for the man I love
Chicago (That Toddling Town) Composer(s): Fred Fisher First release by: The Bar Harbor Society Orchestra - 1922 Covered by multiple other artists
I got the surprise, the surprise of my life I had to stop and stare I saw a man dancing with his own wife And you'll never guess where...
Chicago, Chicago -- that toddlin' town, that toddlin' town Chicago, Chicago -- I'll show you around -- I love it Betcha bottom dollar you'll lose your blues In Chicago, Chicago The town that Billy Sunday could not shut down
On State Street, that great street I just want to stay, I just want to stay They do things they don't do on Broadway, say They have the time, the time of their life I saw a man who danced with his wife In Chicago ... Chicago ... Chicago, Chicago Free and easy town, brassy, breezy town Chicago ... Chicago Let me cool my heels right down at Marshall Field Come and walk with Along the lake, to the drake Hollar and hoot, all through the loop Shout out now to Mrs. O'Leary's cow No she-she, life is peachy Chicago ... we'll meet at the Pump Room Ambassador East To say the least On shishkabob and breast of squab we will feed and get free Don't tell me sin is rampid and right Think of that man who danced with his wife In Chicago ... Chicago ... I feel sympathy for that wonderful, windy town!
Man From Snowy River Composer(s): A.B. Paterson Performer(s): Slim Dusty
There was movement at the station, for the word had passed around That the colt from old Regret had got away And had joined the wild bush horses -- he was worth a thousand pound So all the cracks had gathered to the fray All the tried and noted riders from the stations near and far Had mustered at the homestead overnight For the bushmen love hard riding where the wild bush horses are And the stock-horse snuffs the battle with delight
There was Harrison, who made his pile when Pardon won the cup The old man with his hair as white as snow But few could ride beside him when his blood was fairly up He would go wherever horse and man could go And Clancy of the Overflow came down to lend a hand No better horseman ever held the reins For never horse could throw him while the saddle-girths would stand He learnt to ride while droving on the plains
And one was there, a stripling on a small and weedy beast He was something like a racehorse undersized With a touch of Timor pony -- three parts thoroughbred at least And such as are by mountain horsemen prized He was hard and tough and wiry -- just the sort that won't say die There was courage in his quick impatient tread And he bore the badge of gameness in his bright and fiery eye And the proud and lofty carriage of his head
But still so slight and weedy, one would doubt his power to stay And the old man said, `That horse will never do For a long and tiring gallop -- lad, you'd better stop away Those hills are far too rough for such as you' So he waited sad and wistful -- only Clancy stood his friend `I think we ought to let him come,' he said `I warrant he'll be with us when he's wanted at the end For both his horse and he are mountain bred
`He hails from Snowy River, up by Kosciusko's side Where the hills are twice as steep and twice as rough Where a horse's hoofs strike firelight from the flint stones every stride The man that holds his own is good enough And the Snowy River riders on the mountains make their home Where the river runs those giant hills between I have seen full many horsemen since I first commenced to roam But nowhere yet such horsemen have I seen'
So he went -- they found the horses by the big mimosa clump They raced away towards the mountain's brow And the old man gave his orders, `Boys, go at them from the jump No use to try for fancy riding now And, Clancy, you must wheel them, try and wheel them to the right Ride boldly, lad, and never fear the spills For never yet was rider that could keep the mob in sight If once they gain the shelter of those hills'
So Clancy rode to wheel them -- he was racing on the wing Where the best and boldest riders take their place And he raced his stock-horse past them, and he made the ranges ring With the stockwhip, as he met them face to face Then they halted for a moment, while he swung the dreaded lash But they saw their well-loved mountain full in view And they charged beneath the stockwhip with a sharp and sudden dash And off into the mountain scrub they flew
Then fast the horsemen followed, where the gorges deep and black Resounded to the thunder of their tread And the stockwhips woke the echoes, and they fiercely answered back From cliffs and crags that beetled overhead And upward, ever upward, the wild horses held their way Where mountain ash and kurrajong grew wide And the old man muttered fiercely, `We may bid the mob good day NO man can hold them down the other side'
When they reached the mountain's summit, even Clancy took a pull It well might make the boldest hold their breath The wild hop scrub grew thickly, and the hidden ground was full Of wombat holes, and any slip was death But the man from Snowy River let the pony have his head And he swung his stockwhip round and gave a cheer And he raced him down the mountain like a torrent down its bed While the others stood and watched in very fear
He sent the flint stones flying, but the pony kept his feet He cleared the fallen timber in his stride And the man from Snowy River never shifted in his seat It was grand to see that mountain horseman ride Through the stringy barks and saplings, on the rough and broken ground Down the hillside at a racing pace he went And he never drew the bridle till he landed safe and sound At the bottom of that terrible descent
He was right among the horses as they climbed the further hill And the watchers on the mountain standing mute Saw him ply the stockwhip fiercely, he was right among them still As he raced across the clearing in pursuit Then they lost him for a moment, where two mountain gullies met In the ranges, but a final glimpse reveals On a dim and distant hillside the wild horses racing yet With the man from Snowy River at their heels
And he ran them single-handed till their sides were white with foam He followed like a bloodhound on their track Till they halted cowed and beaten, then he turned their heads for home And alone and unassisted brought them back But his hardy mountain pony he could scarcely raise a trot He was blood from hip to shoulder from the spur But his pluck was still undaunted, and his courage fiery hot For never yet was mountain horse a cur
And down by Kosciusko, where the pine-clad ridges raise Their torn and rugged battlements on high Where the air is clear as crystal, and the white stars fairly blaze At midnight in the cold and frosty sky And where around the Overflow the reedbeds sweep and sway To the breezes, and the rolling plains are wide The man from Snowy River is a household word to-day And the stockmen tell the story of his ride
Chi
((Adapted from: Qui (Charles Aznavour) - 1963))
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour - 1963/1964
Versions In Other Languages:
1967 - Quien (Charles Aznavour)
1968 - Who (Will Take My Place) (Dusty Springfield)
Chi ti aprira' le labbra E nel possederti ti sorprendera' Perche' ti rinnovi E con lui tu trovi Orizzonti nuovi di felicita'?
Chi rubera' il mio posto Pur nel piu' nascosto Sogno che tu fai Quando, dominata Nuovamente amata Con una risata Mi distruggerai?
Chi tendera' la mano In cui mi annullero'? Chi ti stara' vicino Quando non ci saro'? Chi della tua dolcezza Con una carezza approfittera' E con un addio coprira' l'oblio Quello che fu mio Quando me ne andro'?
E' sempre viva tra di noi Un'assurda felicita' Nonostante lo scarto fra Le nostre eta' Ma fino a quando me ne andro' E un altro ti contemplera' Una domanda i miei pensieri Assillera'
Chi senza che protesti Rifara' quei gesti Riservati a me Quando tu mi attendi Quando tu mi prendi Palpiti e ti tendi nell'offriti a me?
Chi scoprira' le risa La follia improvvisa E la serieta' E berra' l'essenza Della tua presenza Che la mia partenza Gli concedera'?
Chi lo potrebbe dire? Chi mai lo scoprira'? E io devo soffrire Per chi ti prendera' Con un nuovo "ti amo" E con quel "ti amo" Che ti stordira' Nel dormirti accanto Dopo che avrai pianto di felicita' Mi riseppellira'
Reach For The Stars Composer(s): Udo Jürgens; David West Performer(s): Shirley Bassey
I reach for the stars when I reach for your love For so far above me you always will be Like a clown longs to be a king in a play I long for the things that are so far away
I reach for the stars when I reach for your hand But stars tumble down from the clouds to the land When you come to my arms in that moment divine all the stars in the sky are mine... are mine
I reach for the stars when I reach for your hand But stars tumble down from the clouds to the land When you come to my arms in that moment divine all the stars in the sky are mine... are mine
Man From Manhattan Composer(s): Eddie Howell First release by: Eddie Howell - 1976
Hey little lady do you love me As much as you tell me you do Oh I'm not them man you think I am The game I've been playing is through
Hey little girl do you trust me Oh I'm gonna tell you no lies I'm gonna come clean, don't make a scene I've been hiding behind a disguise
Oh I'm the man from Manhattan, ole The man with a price on his head (lots of money) The man from Manhattan, the surface is satin But the lining is laden with lead
Oh I've been a fugitive too long Running away with my fame My enemies flee at the sight of me They shake at the sound of my name
Cause I'm the man from Mahnattan, ole The man with a price on his head (go and get the deputy) The man from Manhattan, the surface is satin But the lining is laden with lead
Don't be afraid, it's only a dream (I'm only dreaming) An imaginary hero, a vision I've seen (ah ah ah ah ah) Cuckoo
Oh I know my true destination The day will eventaully come I tell you my friend I know my end (will be) When I'm standing alone in the sight of a gun
Oh I'm the man from Manhattan, ole The man with a price on his head (lots of money) The man from Manhattan, the surface is satin But the lining is laden with lead
Chi Non Lavora Non Fa L'amore
Composer(s): Adriano Celentano - Mike DelPrete
Performer(s): Adriano Celentano
"Chi non lavora non fa l'amore!" Questo mi ha detto ieri mia moglie! Questo mi ha detto ieri mia moglie! A casa stanco ieri ritornai mi son seduto...niente c'era in tavola arrabbiata lei mi grida che ho scioperato due giorni su tre... Coi soldi che le dò non ce la fa più ed ha deciso che, lei fa lo sciopero contro di me! "Chi non lavora non fa l'amore!" Questo mi ha detto ieri mia moglie! Allora andai a lavorare mentre eran tutti a scioperare! E un grosso pugno in faccia mi arrivò andai a piedi alla guardia medica! C'era lo sciopero anche dei tranvai... Arrivo lì, ma il dottore non c'è! E' in sciopero anche lui! Che gioco è! Ma?! Ma come finirà...c'è il caos nella città Non so più cosa far! Se non sciopero mi picchiano Se sciopero mia moglie dice "Chi non lavora non fa l'amore!" Dammi l'aumento signor padrone così vedrai che in casa tua e in ogni casa entra l'amore