Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Right To Rock Composer(s): Howard Keel Performer(s): Howard Keel
All my life I've been fighting For the right to make my stand Scream my anthem to the night And hold the power in my hand I'm gonna do it my way Or not do it at all Taking the world on my terms I'll take it by the balls I'm fighting for justice For the american way I believe in what I do And I mean what I say You got it - The right to rock We've got it - The right to rock Don't let anyone tell you How to live your life We won't turn it off We'll never turn it down 'Cause it's our way of life I'm fighting for freedom For the golden rule The right to say what I feel And the right to say it to you
Cleanin' Up The Town
Composer(s): Brian O'Neal - Kevin O'Neal
Performer(s): The Bus Boys
Gonna tell you a story about a little town I know They had a real big problem with some big mean local ghost Those spooks were making the whole city lose control Well the mayor was frantic, the town was panicked 'Cause they had no sense of fear 'Cause they knew that they were missing those boys with a mission So they called them up I cheer They went boxing and trapping and shooting through the joint Stepped right in and got down to the point Those Ghostbusters came in cleanin' up the town Oh yeah About five o'clock those boys came up And they could see those spooks were real And they knew they'd better get right to work So they revved up the Ectomobile Yeah the boys were ready Their aim was steady And their hearts were made of steel Well the mayor he started ranting around And the whole town started to roar And they're seeing this town that rocked Those slimers dropped down to the floor They went boxing and trapping and shooting through the joint Stepped right in and got down to the point Those Ghostbusters came in cleanin' up the town They went boxing and trapping and shooting through the joint Stepped right in and got down to the point You shoulda seen those specters in the trap saying 'Those boys make 'em dance!' Well New York, New York's so happy now They rocked that building, boy But if the boys hadn't come to the rescue The spooks might have still been making noise They went boxing and trapping and shooting through the joint Stepped right in and got down to the point Those Ghostbusters came in cleanin' up the town
The Right To Love Composer(s): Ben Raleigh - Donald Wolf Performer(s): David Whitfield
You need me as much as I need you So we have the right to love Our emotion is so deep and true That we have the right to love We believe sincerely This feeling in our hearts We belong together And nothing can keep us apart We are sure that it's forevermore So we have the right to love Love is what makes life worth living for And we have the right to love So let's start sharing the heaven That we've been dreaming of Cling to me, cling to me, darling We have the right to love
Clean Up Woman
Composer(s): Willie Clarke - Clarence Reid
First release by: Betty Wright - 1971
Covered by multiple other artists
A clean up woman Is a woman who Gets all the love we girls leave behind The reason I know So much about her Is because she picked up a man of mine Chumpin' Slick Was my ruin 'Cause I found out all I was doin' Was makin' it easy For the clean up woman To get my man's love, oh, yeah Just makin' it easy For the clean up woman To get my baby's love, uh-huh Mmm-hmm I took this man's love and put it on a shelf And like a fool, I thought I had him all to myself When he needed love, I was out havin' fun But I found out all I had done Was made it easy For the clean up woman To get my man's love, uh-huh Yeah, that's what I did I made it easy For the clean up woman To steal my baby's love, oh, yeah The clean up woman Will wipe his blues away She'll give him penny lovin' 24 hours a day The clean up woman She'll sweep him off his feet She's the one To take him in when you dump him in the street So take a tip You better get hip To the clean up woman 'Cause she's tough I mean she really cleans up
Respectable Composer(s): O'Kelly Isley; Ronald Isley; Rudolph Isley Performer(s): The Outsiders; and various other artists
What kind of girl is this? She's never ever been kissed Rubbidy rub dub dub She's never ever been in love She's never been in the moonlight Watchin' the stars above What kind of girl is this? She's never been out on a date What kind of girl is this? She's never ever come home late But I begged her on my knees to please go out with me And she did Did ya love her? (No, no, no, no!) Did ya hug her? (No, no no no no!) Did ya kiss her? (No, no, no, no!) Did ya squeeze her? (No, no no no no!) What kind of girl is this? She's never ever been kissed What kind of girl is this? Let me tell you She's the kind you can't resist But I love her, can't you see? She's the kind of girl for me She's so respectable! (repeat)
The Right Thing To Do Composer(s): Carly Simon Performer(s): Carly Simon
There's nothin' you can do to turn me away Nothin' anyone can say You're with me now and as long as you stay Lovin you's the right thing to do Lovin you's the right thing
I know you've had some bad luck with ladies before They drove you or you drove them crazy But more important is I know you're the one and I'm sure Lovin you's the right thing to do Lovin you's the right thing
And it used to be for a while That the river flowed right to my door Making me just a little too free But now the river doesn't seem to stop here anymore
Hold me in your hands like a bunch of flowers Set me movin' to your sweetest song And I know what I think I've known all along Lovin you's the right thing to do Lovin you's the right thing Lovin you's the right thing to do Is the right thing to do
Nothing you can ever do would turn me away from you Well, I love you now and I love you now Even though you're ten thousand miles away I'll love you tomorrow as I love you today I'm in love, babe I'm in love with you, babe
Clavel Sevillano
Composer(s): Agustín Lara
Performer(s): Agustín Lara
and multiple other artists
Un clavel sevillano prendió en sus trenzas despertando una fiebre de ansias inmensas Un clavel encarnado como una flama que incendiara sus ojos de sevillana
En su frente divina de tez morena temblaron sus cabellos de nazarena Y todos los luceros se iluminaron con la luz que a sus ojos arrebataron
Clavel sevillano tan fresco y tan lindo tu sangre manchara el mar rojo guindo Clavel que supiste sus ansias de amores clavel que envidiaron toditas las flores
Respect Yourself Composer(s): Luther Ingram; Sir Mack Rice Performer(s): The Staple Singers; and various other artists
If you disrespect everybody that you run into how in the world do you think everybody's 'sposed to respect you? If you don't give a heck about the man with the Bible in his hand just get out of the way and let the gentleman do his thing You the kind of gentleman want everything your way Take the sheet off your face boy, it's a brand new day
Respect yourself, respect yourself 'Cause if you don't respect yourself ain't nobody gonna give a good, good hootenanny boy Respect yourself
If you're walking around thinking that the world owes you something 'cause you're here you're going out the world backward like you did when you first came 'ere Keep talking about the president won't stop air pollution Put your hand over your mouth when you cough, that'll help the solution You cuss around women folk, don't even know their name then you're dumb enough to think it makes you a big ole man
Respect yourself, respect yourself 'Cause if you don't respect yourself ain't nobody gonna give a good, good hootenanny boy Respect yourself Respect yourself...
The Riff Song Composer(s): Sigmund Romberg - Otto Harbach - Oscar Hammerstein II Performer(s): Robert Halliday and multiple other artists
Over the ground there comes a sound It is the drum, drum, drum of hoofbeats in the sand
Quiver with fear if you are near It is the thunder of The Shadow and his Band (And all who plunder learn to understand) (To understand the cry of...)
Ho! So we sing as we are riding Ho! It's a time you'd best be hiding Low It means the Riffs are abroad Go Before you've bitten the sword
Ho! That's the sound that comes to warn you So! In the night or early morn, you know If you're The Red Shadow's foe The Riffs will strike with a blow That brings you woe!
No darkest night can bring respite For still the drum, drum, drum of hoofbearts in the air
No flying steed could match in speed The swiftness of The Shadow's vengeance drawing near
Fear grips the heart, when they the message hear As clarion clear the challenge
Ho! So we sing as we are riding Ho! It's a time you'd best be hiding Low It means the Riffs are abroad Go Before you've bitten the sword
Ho! That's the sound that comes to warn you So! In the night or early morn, you know If you're The Red Shadow's foe The Riffs will strike with a blow That brings you woe!
Claudette
Composer(s): Howard Greenfield - Roy Orbison
First recording/First release by: Roy Orbison - 1958/The Everly Brothers - 1958
Covered by multiple other artists
Well, well, hey hey yeah now... I got a brand-new baby and I feel so good She loves me even better than I thought she would I'm on my way to her house and I'm plumb out of breath When I see her tonight, I'm gonna squeeze her to death
Claudette, pretty little pet Claudette, never make me fret, Claudette She's the sweetest little girl that I've ever met Got the best love that I'll ever get from Claudette Pretty little pet Claudette
Well I'm a lucky man My baby treats me right She's gonna let me hug and kiss and hold her tight When the date is over and we're at her front door When she kisses me goodnight I'll holler "More, more, more!"
Claudette, pretty little pet, Claudette Never make me fret, Claudette She's the greatest little... Greatest little girl that I've ever met Got the best love that I'll ever get from Claudette Oh, oh, Claudette Yea, Yeah, Claudette
When me and my new baby have a date or three I'm gonna ask my baby if she'll marry me I'm gonna be so happy for the rest of my life When my brand-new baby is my brand-new wife
Claudette, pretty little pet, Claudette Never make me fret, Claudette She's the greatest little girl that I've ever met Get the best loving That I'll ever get from Claudette
Respect ((French Version: Du Respect (Johnny Hallyday) - 1966))
Composer(s): Otis Redding
First release by: Otis Redding - 1965
Covered by multiple other artists
What you want, honey, you got it And what you need, baby, youve got it All Im asking, is for a little respect When I come home, hey now Hey hey hey, yeah now
Do me wrong, honey, if you want to You can do me wrong honey, while Im gone All Im asking, is for a little respect When I come home, ooh, yeah now Hey hey hey, yeah now
Hey little girl, youre so sweet, little honey And Im about to, just give you all of my money And all Im asking, hey, is a little respect When I come home, hey hey Hey hey hey, yeah now
Hey little girl, youre sweeter then honey And Im about to give you all of my money But all I want you to do Is just give it, give it, respect When I come home, hey hey Hey hey hey, yeah now, respect
Its what I want from you Respect is what I need Respect is what I want Respect is what I need
Got to, got to have it Got to, got to have it Got to, got to have it Got to, got to have it
Talkin Give us, give us, give us, give us Give us, give us, give us, give us Give us some baby, everything I need
The Rickety Rickshaw Man Composer(s): Ervin M. Drake Performer(s): Eddy Howard
There's a coolie name o' Chulee Runs a rickety rickshaw south of Peking He goes a clippety-clop-clop Clippety-clop-clop As he hobbles down the cobble stoned street
He's romantic and his antics are the Talk of the girlies south of Peking Their hearts go flippety-flop-flop Flippety-flop-flop As he hobbles down the cobble stoned street
For the first quarter of a mile He'll only charge a pretty girl a smile For every quarter after this He'll collect a kiss
When the moon is high and ladies sigh The rickety rickshaw comes a creakin' He goes a clippety-clop-clop Clippety-clop-clop As he hobbles down the cobble stoned street
Look at him hobble down the cobble stoned street
Sure is a hit with all the girls that he meets
For the first quarter of a mile He'll only charge a pretty girl a smile For every quarter after this He'll collect a kiss
When the moon is high and ladies sigh The rickety rickshaw comes a creakin' He goes a clippety-clop-clop Clippety-clop-clop As he hobbles down the cobble stoned street
Running as fast, fast, fast as he can Rickety rickshaw, rickshaw man
Claude Dallas
Composer(s): Tom Russell - Ian Tyson
First release by: Ian Tyson - 1986
In a land the Spanish once had called the Northern Mystery Where rivers run and disappear the mustang still is free By the Devil's wash and coyote hole in the wild Owyhee Range Somewhere in the sage tonight the wind calls out his name Aye, aye, aye
Come gather 'round me buckaroos and a story I will tell Of the fugitive Claude Dallas who just broke out of jail You might think this tale is history from before the West was won But the events that I'll describe took place in nineteen eighty-one
He was born out in Virginia,left home when school was through In the deserts of Nevada he became a buckaroo And he learned the ways of cattle, and he learned to sit a horse And he always packed a pistol, and he practiced deadly force
Then Claude he became a trapper, and he dreamed of the bygone days And he studied bobcat logic and their wild and silent ways In the bloody runs near Paradise, in monitors down south Trapping cats and coyotes, living hand to mouth Aye, aye, aye
Then Claude took to livin' all alone out many miles from town A friend--Jim Stevens--brought supplies and he stayed to hang around That day two wardens--Pogue and Elms--rode into check Claude out They were seeking violations and to see what Claude's about
Now Claude had hung some venison,he had a bobcat pelt or two Pogue claimed they were out of season, he said "Dallas, you're all thru" But Dallas would not leave his camp He refused to go to town As the wind howled throught the bull-camp they stared each other down
Its hard to say what happend next, perhaps we'll never know They were gonna take Claude in to jail, and he vowed he'd never go Jim Stevens heard the gunfire, and when he turned around Bill Pogue was falling backwards, Conley Elms he fell face down Aye, aye, aye
Jim stevens walked on over; there was a gun near Bill Pogue's hand It was hard to say who drawn his first,but Claude had made his stand Claude said "I am justified Jim,they were gonna cut me down And a man's got a right to hang some meat When he's livin' this far from town"
It took eighteen men and fifteen months to finally run Claude down In the sage outside of Paradise they drove him to the ground Convicted up in Idaho--manslaughter by decree-- Thirty years at maximum, but soon Claude would break free
There's two sides two this story, there may be no right or wrong The lawman and the renegade have graced a thousand songs The story is an old one Conclusion's hard to draw But Claude's out in the sage tonight he may be the last outlaw Aye, aye, aye
In a land the Spanish once had called the Northern Mystery Where rivers run and disappear the mustang still is free By the Devil's wash and the coyote hole in the wild Owyhee Range Somewhere in the sage tonight the wind calls out his name Aye, aye, aye
Résiste Composer(s): Michel Berger Performer(s): France Gall
Si on t'organise une vie bien dirigée Où tu t'oublieras vite Si on te fait danser sur une musique sans âme Comme un amour qu'on quitte Si tu réalises que la vie n'est pas là Que le matin tu te lèves Sans savoir où tu vas
Résiste Prouve que tu existes Cherche ton bonheur partout, va Refuse ce monde égoïste Résiste Suis ton cur qui insiste Ce monde n'est pas le tien, viens Bats-toi, signe et persiste Résiste
Tant de libertés pour si peu de bonheur Est-ce que ça vaut la peine Si on veut t'amener à renier tes erreurs C'est pas pour ça qu'on t'aime Si tu réalises que l'amour n'est pas là Que le soir tu te couches Sans aucun rêve en toi
Résiste Prouve que tu existes Cherche ton bonheur partout, va Refuse ce monde égoïste Résiste Suis ton cur qui insiste Ce monde n'est pas le tien, viens Bats-toi, signe et persiste Résiste
Danse pour le début du monde Danse pour tous ceux qui ont peur Danse pour les milliers de curs Qui ont droit au bonheur... Résiste {3x}
Résiste Prouve que tu existes Cherche ton bonheur partout, va Refuse ce monde égoïste Résiste Suis ton cur qui insiste Ce monde n'est pas le tien, viens Bats-toi, signe et persiste Résiste...
Rhubarb Tart Song Composer(s): John Cleese Performer(s): John Cleese
I want another slice of rhubarb tart I want another lovely slice I'm not disparaging the blueberry pie But rhubarb tart is, oh, so very nice A rhubarb what? A rhubarb tart! A what-barb tart? A rhubarb tart! I want another slice of rhubarb tart!
The principles of modern philosophy Were postulated by Descartes Discarding everything he wasn't certain of He said 'I think, therefore I am a rhubarb tart' A rhubarb what? A rhubarb tart! A René who? René Descartes! Poor nut, he thought he was a rhubarb tart!
Read all the existentialist philosophers Like Schopenhauer and Jean-Paul Sartre Even Martin Heidegger agrees on one thing Eternal happiness is rhubarb tart A rhubarb what? A rhubarb tart! A Jean-Paul who? A Jean-Paul Sartre! Eternal happiness is rhubarb tart
A rhubarb tart has fascinated all the poets Especially the immortal bard He caused Richard the Third to call on Bosworth Field 'My kingdom for a slice of rhubarb tart!' A rhubarb what? A rhubarb bard! Immortal what? Immortal tart! As rhymes go, that is really pretty bard!
The Class of '57
((Danish Version: Klassen Der Gik Ud I 63 (Peter Belli) - 1973))
Composer(s): Don Reid - Harold Reid
First release by: The Statler Brothers - 1972
Tommy's sellin' used cars, Nancy's fixin' hair Harvey runs a grocery store and Margaret doesn't care Jerry drives a truck for Sears and Charlotte's on the make And Paul sells life insurance and part time real estate
Helen is a hostess, Frank works at the mill Jeanette teaches grade school and prob'ly always will Bob works for the city and Jack's in lab research And Peggy plays organ at the Presbiterian Church
And the class of '57 has dreams We all thought we'd change the world with our great works and deeds Or maybe we just thought the world would change to fit our needs The class of '57 has dreams
Betty runs a trailer park, Jan sells Tupperware Randy's on an insane ward and Mary's on welfare Charlie took a job with Ford and Joe took Freddie's wife Charlotte took a millionaire and Freddie took his life
John is big in cattle, Ray is deep in debt Where Mavis finally wound up is anybody's bet Linda married Sonny, Brenda married me And the class of all of us is just part of history
And the class of '57 has dreams But livin' life day to day is never like it seems Things get complicated when you get past eighteen But the class of '57 has dreams Ah, the class of '57 has dreams
Rose Garden Composer(s): Joe South Performer(s): Lynn Anderson
I beg your pardon I never promised you a rose garden Along with the sunshine There's got to be a little rain some time When you take you got to give so live and let live Or let go oh-whoa-whoa-whoa I beg your pardon I never promised you a rose garden
I could promise you things like big diamond rings But you don't find roses growing on stalks of clover So you better think it over Well if sweet-talking you could make it come true I would give you the world right now on a silver platter But what would it matter So smile for a while and let's be jolly Love shouldn't be so melancholy Come along and share the good times while we can
I beg your pardon I never promised you a rose garden Along with the sunshine There's got to be a little rain some time
I beg your pardon I never promised you a rose garden I could sing you a tune and promise you the moon But if that's what it takes to hold you I'd just as soon let you go But there's one thing I want you to know You better look before you leap, still waters run deep And there won't always be someone there to pull you out And you know what I'm talking about So smile for a while and let's be jolly Love shouldn't be so melancholy Come along and share the good times while we can
I beg your pardon I never promised you a rose garden
Along with the sunshine There's got to be a little rain some time
Resi, I Hol' Di Mit Meim Traktor Ab Performer(s): Wolfgang Fierek
Refrain: Resi, i hol di mit meim Traktor ab Resi, mit dem, da mach i niemals net schlapp Und dann spui i Mundharmonika denn romantisch bin i ja a
Du wohnst glei hinter Truderring auf'm Bauernhof Und weil i in der Stadt drin wohn find'st mi von Haus aus doof Doch bei mir ham glei bei dir alle Glocken gleit Hörst mi net kumma, hörst mi net brumma Madel, hast für mi Zeit?
Refrain
I hock droben auf'm Schleudersitz, koana holt mi auf Lachend wirst vor der Haustür sthen, und i ziag die zu mir nauf. Du wirst sehn, dass i so stark wiera Traktor bin Dann bleibst für immer, runter wuist nimmer, mia fahrn irgendwo hin