Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Seaside Band Composer(s): Kenneth Blain Performer(s): Arthur Askey
Once, at the seaside, feeling very restless I ran down tuppence and I rolled on the pier Hadn't gone far when the strains of music Floated on the breeze and landed in my ear I quickened up me steps for I love nice noises Very soon arrived right opposite the band Saw the conductor on a lemonade box With his little baton stuck up in his right hand
One two three four, off went the cornet Five six seven eight, the fiddles followed too A man in the corner playing on the piccolo Keeping time with the sole of his boot Right behind him was a fellow with the trombone Blowing like the devil with his cheeks out wide Working so hard that both his little eyeballs Left their sockets and stood outside
Hanging on a rostrum, a drummer, very lonely Drums all round like bees in a swarm Looking very cold with his nose quite scarlet Banging on the cymbals to keep himself warm Opposite to him was the man with the toupee Spitting down a reed - what a nasty man! Sitting next to him was a fellow with a French horn Full of soul and bitter beer, tuppence on the can
Fellow with a cello, boom boom boom boom Trying very hard to saw it in two His pal with the double bass, cuddling it fondly Looking like a camel with a dose of the flu Man with a piccolo, fed up with the dancing Sick and tired of hearing the same old toot Thought he'd like a change so he put it down beside him And then started messing with a full size flute
Man with the bassoon, nothing on his music Acted like a mute, never said a word Just as I thought he was going to fall asleep He picked up his bassoon and gave us all the bird Then a little man with walrus whiskers How he got his breath, well I don't know Found he got his fungus stuffed up the mouthpiece And wondered why he couldn't play his little oboe
Man with the trombone lost his temper Thought they could not hear him and said, 'Here goes' Took a long breath and threw all of his false teeth Right on the bridge of the conductor's nose Then the conductor, getting very angry Raised his other hand, with a rum-tum-tum Caused such a draught that the man with the harp Went clean through the air and fell through the drum
Bang bang bang went the man with the cymbals Toodle-oodle-oo went the flute so gay Fiddles and violas screaming like the wind And the cornet broke his promise, trying to reach top A What a pandemonium everybody different Each with the other one, trying to compete Strange to relate it must've been a fluke But they all finished dead on the same down-beat
Oh, Rule Britannia, they kept the party clean And I felt sorry when they played God Save Our Queen
Rhythm Of Love Composer(s): Jon Anderson; Tony Kaye; Trevor Rabin; Chris Squire Performer(s): Yes
Innocence no answer To your breaking heart If the situation Sometimes falls apart Then in this ecstasy Your charms are frozen No emotion falling through your arms Morning, daydream, time still growing shorter Take me over lead me to the water To the rhythm of love The rhythm of love The rhythm of love Why should I escort you To your secret needs Climbing up your ladder I keep falling down Anyway will do Anyone will do When you dance to your darkest tune Surrounded As you crawl around the room Night time fever burning till you're higher Take me over lead me through the fire The rhythm of love To the rhythm of love The rhythm of love To the rhythm of love Morning daydream midnight fever Morning daydream midnight fever Inhibitions keep you from your point of view Information needing to confuse In this situation I have found you In the rhythm of Morning daydream midnight fever Morning daydream midnight fever Rhythm of love Rhythm of love To the rhythm of love Rhythm of love
The Searchers Composer(s): Stan Jones Performer(s): The Sons Of The Pioneers
What makes a man to wander? What makes a man to roam? What makes a man leave bed and board And turn his back on home? Ride away, ride away, ride away A man will search his heart and soul Go searchin' way out there His peace of mind he knows he'll find But where, oh Lord, Lord where? Ride away, ride away, ride away
Cocaine Blues ((aka Transfusion Blues (by Johnny Cash) - 1960))
((Adapted from: Little Sadie (by Hedy West) - 1967))
Composer(s): Traditional - T.J. Arnall
Performer(s): George Thorogood & The Destroyers
and multiple other artists
Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down I went right home and I went to bed I stuck that lovin' 44 beneath my head
Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun Took a shot of cocaine and away I run Made a good run but I ran too slow They overtook me down in Juarez Mexico
Late in the hot joints takin' the pills In walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill He said Willy Lee your name is not Jack Brown You're the dirty heck that shot your woman down
Said yes, oh yes my name is Willy Lee If you've got the warrant just a-read it to me Shot her down because she made me sore I thought I was her daddy but she had five more
When I was arrested I was dressed in black They put me on a train and they took me back Had no friend for to go my bail They slapped my dried up carcass in that county jail
Early next mornin' bout a half past nine I spied the sheriff coming down the line Ah, and he coughed as he cleared his throat He said come on you dirty heck into that district court
Into the courtroom my trial began Where I was handled by twelve honest men Just before the jury started out I saw the little judge commence to look about
In about five minutes in walked the man Holding the verdict in his right hand The verdict read murder in the first degree I hollered Lawdy Lawdy, have a mercy on me
The judge he smiled as he picked up his pen 99 years in the Folsom pen 99 years underneath that ground I can't forget the day I shot that bad bitch down
Come on you've gotta listen unto me Lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be
Rhythm Nation Composer(s): James Harris; Janet Jackson; Terry Lewis Performer(s): Janet Jackson; The Countdown Singers; David Davidson
With music by our side To break the color lines Let's work together To improve our way of life Join voices in protest To social injustice A generation full of courage Come forth with me
Chorus: People of the world today Are we looking for a better way of life We are a part of the rhythm nation People of the world unite Strength in numbers we can get it right One time We are a part of the rhythm nation
This is the test No struggle no progress Lend a hand to help Your brother do his best Things are getting worse We have to make them better It's time to give a damn Let's work together come on
The Seal Of Seasons Composer(s): Marc Bolan Performer(s): T. Rex
The seal of seasons moved with grace Love Upon the Orkney oceans face Love She swam and moved Just like a prancer A gypsy dancer A salty shimmered shell of foam
Out of the depths she stood before me One breath and shells grew on my nut tree It swayed and swum Just like a prancer A gypsy dancer A salty shimmered shell of foam
Her night it came and then she hooked her head Unto the fleeing sun and then she fled And flew away Just like a prancer A gypsy dancer A salty shimmered shell of foam
There was a soldier, a Scottish soldier Who wandered far away and soldiered far away There was none bolder, with good broad shoulder He's fought in many a fray, and fought and won He'd seen the glory and told the story Of battles glorious and deeds neforious But now he's sighing, his heart is crying To leave these green hills of Tyrol Because these green hills are not highland hills Or the island hills, the're not my land's hills And fair as these green foreign hills may be They are not the hills of home
And now this soldier, this Scottish soldier Who wandered far away and soldiered far away Sees leaves are falling and death is calling And he will fade away, in that far land He called his piper, his trusty piper And bade him sound a lay... a pibroch sad to play Upon a hillside, a Scottish hillside Not on these green hills of Tyrol
And so this soldier, this Scottish soldier Will wander far no more and soldier far no more And on a hillside, a Scottish hillside You'll see a piper play his soldier home He'd seen the glory, he'd told his story Of battles glorious and deeds victorious The bugles cease now, he is at peace now Far from those green hills of Tyrol
Cocaine Composer(s): J.J. Cale Originally performed by: J.J. Cale Covered by various other artists
If you want to hang out, you've got to take her out, cocaine If you want to get down, get down on the ground, cocaine She don't lie, she don't lie, she don't lie, cocaine If you got bad news, you want to kick them blues, cocaine When your day is done and you got to run, cocaine She don't lie, she don't lie, she don't lie, cocaine If your thing is gone and you want to ride on, cocaine Don't forget this fact, you can't get it back, cocaine She don't lie, she don't lie, she don't lie, cocaine
Rhymes And Reasons Composer(s): John Denver Performer(s): John Denver; Peter, Paul and Mary
So you speak to me in sadness
and the coming of the winter fear that is within you now that seems to never end and the dreams that have escaped you and the hope that you've forgotten and you tell me that you need me now and you want to be my friend and you wonder where we're going, where's the rhyme, where's the reason and it's you cannot accept it is here we must begin to seek the wisdom of the children and the graceful way of flowers in the wind For the children and the flowers are my sisters and my brothers their laughter and their loveliness would clear a cloudy day Like the music of the mountains and the colours of the rainbow they're a promise of the future and the blessing for today Though the cities start to crumble and the towers fall around us the sun is slowly fading and it's colder than the sea it is written: From the desert to the mountains they shall lead us by the hand and by the heart they will comfort you and me In their innocence and trusting, they will teach us to be free For the children and the flowers are my sisters and my brothers their laughter and their loveliness would clear a cloudy day And the song that I am singing is a prayer to unbelievers come and stand beside us we can find a better way
The Scotsman Composer(s): Mike Cross Performer(s): Bryan Bowers and multiple other artists
Well, a Scotsman clad in kilt left a bar one evening fair And one could tell by how he walked that he'd drunk more than his share He fumbled 'round until he could no longer keep his feet And he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street
Ring ding diddle iddle ay dee oh Ring di diddly ay oh And he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street
About that time two young and lovely girls just happend by One says to the other with a twinkle in her eye "See yon sleeping Scotsman, so strong and handsome built? I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt!"
Ring ding diddle iddle ay dee oh Ring di diddly ay oh And he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street
They crept up on that sleeping Scotsman quiet as could be Lifted up his kilt about an inch so they could see And there, behold, for them to view beneath his Scotish skirt Was nothin' more than God had graced him with upon his birth
Ring ding diddle iddle ay dee oh Ring di diddly ay oh And he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street
They marvelled for a moment, then one said: "We must be gone Let's leave a present for our friend before we move along" As a gift they left a blue silk ribbon tied into a bow Around the bonnie star the Scot's kilt did lift and show
Ring ding diddle iddle ay dee oh Ring di diddly ay oh And he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street
Now the Scotsman woke to nature's call, and stumbled towards the trees Behind the bush he lifts his kilt, and gawks at what he sees And in a startled voice he says, to what's before his eyes "Oh, lad I don't know where ye been, but I see ye won first prize!"
Ring ding diddle iddle ay dee oh Ring di diddly ay oh And he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street
Coca Cola Cowboy Composer(s): Sam Atchley; Bud Dain; Steve Dorff; Sandy Pinkard Performer(s): Mel Tillis
I called collect on the phone You say you're tired and alone But it sounds like someone else is lying there She said don't call me no more Don't you knock on my door It's too late now, and I know you'll never change She said....
You're just a Coca Cola cowboy You got an Eastwood smile, and Robert Redford hair But you walked across my heart like it was Texas And you taught me how to say I just don't care
She said just leave me alone And let me hang up this phone 'Cause he'll see me cry, and think I still love you Please don't call me no more I changed the locks on my door It's time you understood that we are through
She said.... You're just a Coca Cola cowboy You got an Eastwood smile, and Robert Redford hair But you walked across my heart like it was Texas And you taught me how to say I just don't care
She said... You're just a Coca Cola cowboy You got an Eastwood smile, and Robert Redford hair But you walked across my heart like it was Texas And you taught me how to say I just don't care
Rhumboogie Composer(s): Hughie Prince; Don Raye Performer(s): The Andrews Sisters; and various other artists
All Harlem's got a brand new rhythm And it's burning up the dance floors Because it's so hot They took a little rhumba rhythm And they added boogie-woogie And-a look what they've got
Rhumboogie Rhumboogie-woogie It's Harlem's new creation With a Cuban syncopation It's a killer
Rhumboogie Rhumboogie-woogie The native rhythm haunts you It's barbaric and it taunts you It's a killer
Just plant your both feet on each side Let both your hips and shoulders glide Then throw your body back and ride There's nothing like...
Rhumboogie Rhumboogie-woogie In Harlem or Havana You can kiss the old Savanna It's a killer
Oh, beat me daddy, eight-to-the-bar
Rhumboogie Rhumboogie-woo-oogie It's Harlem's new creation With a Cuban syncopation It's a killer
Rhumboogie Rhu-umboogie-woo-oogie The native rhythm haunts you It's barbaric and it taunts you It's a killer
Just plant you toes and both feet on the side Let both your hips and shoulders glide Then throw your body back and ride Think a little of The rhumba The boogie The woogie Then put them Both all together You have rhumboogie...
Then all together sing rhumboogie Rhumboogie-woogie Rhumboogie In Harlem or Havana It'll kiss the old Savanna It's a killer It's a killer this rhumboogie
Rhumboogie Rhumboogie Rhumboogie-woogie-woogie-woogie-woogie Do-do-do-do-diddleyada-do-diddleyada-do-do-dee There's nothing like rhumboogie!
Doe Dat Nog Een Keertje Met Mij ((Adapted from: Do That To Me One More Time (Captain & Tennille) - 1979)) ((Finnish Version: Tee Se Vielä Uudestaan (Mona Carita) - 1980)) Composer(s): Toni Tennille - Christill Performer(s): Frank Galan & Sandra Kim - 1997
Doe dat nog een keertje met mij Eén keer is niet genoeg met iemand als jij Doe dat nog een keertje met mij Want ik krijg nooit genoeg van iemand als jij Streel me zoals je net deed Oh liefste, doe dat nog een keertje met mij
Zeg dat nog een keertje aan mij Eén keer is niet genoeg wat jij me net zei Zeg dat nog een keertje aan mij Want ik hoor het niet genoeg ook al zit je dichtbij Zeg die woorden nog eens zoals je net deed Oh liefste, zeg dat nog een keertje aan mij
Doe dat nog een keertje met mij Eén keer is niet genoeg met iemand als jij Doe dat nog een keertje met mij Want ik krijg nooit genoeg van iemand als jij Streel me zoals je net deed Oh liefste, doe dat nog een keertje met mij Ohohoh liefste, doe dat nog een keertje met mij Oh liefste, doe dat nog een keertje met mij...
Aos quatro cantos o seu corpo Partido Banido Aos quatro ventos os seus quartos Seus cacos De vidro O seu veneno incomodando A tua honra O teu verão Presta atenção
Aos quatro cantos suas tripas De graça De sobra Aos quatro ventos os seus quartos Deus cacos De cobra O seu veneno arruinando A tua filha A plantação Presta atenção
Aos quatro cantos seus ganidos Seu grito Medonho Aos quatro ventos os seus quartos Seus cacos De sonho O seu veneno temperando A tua veia O teu feijão Presta atenção Presta atenção Presta atenção Presta atenção Presta atenção
Well, I'm the same old girl that I used to be I haven't changed at all Same old walk, same old talk That would run you up the wall Same old face, same old smile Same old baby blues And I'm still doin' the Rhumba, baby I'm still the girl for you
I'm still doin' the Rhumba, baby I can't seem to quit If my mama catches us doin' the Rhumba My mama would just a-pitch a fit But I can't help myself It's much bigger than me If I were you, I would hang onto A Rhumba girl like me
Well, there's lotsa girls on a Florida night With a lot slicker steps than me The Boogaloo, the Funky Broadway Are such a pretty sight to see My step might be old-fashioned But that's just fine with me Cause I got a couple of Rhumba steps That I think you'd like to see
I'm still doin' the Rhumba, baby I can't seem to quit If my mama catches us doin' the Rhumba My mama would just a-pitch a fit But I can't help myself It's much bigger than me If I were you, I would hang onto A Rhumba girl like me
Well, I'm the same old girl that I used to be I haven't changed at all Same old walk, same old talk That would run you up the wall Same old face, same old smile Same old baby blues And I'm still doin' the Rhumba, baby I'm still the girl for you
I'm still doin' the Rhumba, baby I can't seem to quit If my mama catches us doin' the Rhumba My mama would just a-pitch a fit But I can't help myself It's much bigger than me If I were you, I would hang onto A Rhumba girl like me
The Scooby-Doo Dynomutt Hour Composer(s): William Hanna - Joseph Barbera - Hoyt Curtin Performer(s): The HB Orch.
We got it all together for a brand new show Scooby Doo and Dynomutt, away we go! While Scooby Doo is haunted by a spooky ghost Dynomutt is doin' what he does the most!
They make a super pair, with a super show to share Scooby Doo and Dynomutt!
They make a super pair, with a super show to share Scooby Doo and Dynomutt!
Coat Of Many Colors Composer(s): Dolly Parton Performer(s): Dolly Parton and various other artists
Back through the years I go wonderin' once again Back to the seasons of my youth I recall a box of rags that someone gave us And how my momma put the rags to use There were rags of many colors Every piece was small And I didn't have a coat And it was way down in the fog Momma sewed the rags together Sewin' every piece with love She made my coat of many colors That I was so proud of As she sewed, she told a story From the bible, she had read About a coat of many colors Joseph wore and then she said Perhaps this coat will bring you Good luck and happiness And I just couldn't wait to wear it And momma blessed it with a kiss
Chorus:
My coat of many colors That my momma made for me Made only from rags But I wore it so proudly Although we had no money I was rich as I could be In my coat of many colors My momma made for me
So with patches on my britches Holes in both my shoes In my coat of many colors I hurried off to school Just to find the others laughing And making fun of me In my coat of many colors My momma made for me
And oh I couldn't understand it For I felt I was rich And I told them of the love My momma sewed in every stitch And I told 'em all the story Momma told me while she sewed And how my coat of many colors Was worth more than all their clothes
But they didn't understand it And I tried to make them see That one is only poor Only if they choose to be Now I know we had no money But I was rich as I could be In my coat of many colors My momma made for me Made just for me
