Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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You remember how Irving got three slugs in the belly? How it happened outside the Frontier Deli? How he lived by his gun and died by his gun? Well, no one knew fat Irving had a son
Named Seymour Tall, slim Seymour Tall, slim, excellent-looking Seymour Son of the hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West
He had steamy eyes and stood six-foot four When he walked in the bar, he filled the door He had a gun in one hand, and the folks would stare 'Cause in his other hand, he had a teddy bear
Seymour Tall, sissy Seymour Tall, excellent-looking, sissy Seymour Son of the hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West
Seymour was dressed in boots magenta By his mother, Esther, a dance hall yente She had one goal, and he never mocked her She dreamed he'd marry a lady doctor
Seymour Momma's boy Seymour Excellent-looking, big baby Seymour Son of the hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West
One day Seymour rode into town Billy the Kid was waitin' to shoot him down Seymour disguised himself in a dress and bustle And rode out of town as Lillian Russell
Seymour Side-saddled Seymour Tall, really excellent-looking Seymour Son of the hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West
But then Seymour made Bad Max a dare There stood Seymour, one hand on his gun and one on his teddy bear But Bad Max shot Seymour down in the high noon sun Stupid Seymour had drawn his teddy, and hugged his gun
Seymour Mortally wounded Seymour Not so excellent-looking Seymour Dead, dum-dum Seymour Truly, the son of the hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West Really
The Shape I'm In Composer(s): Lee Cathy - Otis Blackwell First release by: Kenny Lee Martin - 1958 Covered by multiple other artists
I can't go, I can't stay It's your fault, I'm this way I ain't ever been, hmm, the shape I'm in I can't sit, I can't stand This feeling is so grand Hoping it never ends, hmm, the shape I'm in You tell me no, then you tell me yes You keep my mind a wreck I'm not gonna ever rest, I'm gonna get you yeah I feel good, I feel bad I feel happy, I feel sad But I love you all over again I love being in the shape I'm in Yeah!
I can't go, I can't stay It's your fault, I'm this way I ain't ever been, hmm, the shape I'm in I can't sit, I can't stand This feeling is so grand Hoping it never ends, hmm, the shape I'm in You tell me no, then you tell me yes You keep my mind a wreck I'm not gonna ever rest, I'm gonna get you yeah I feel good, I feel bad I feel happy, I feel sad But I love you all over again I love being in the shape I'm in Yeah!
Coffee Blues Composer(s): Mississippi John Hurt Performer(s): Mississippi John Hurt
This is the "Coffee Blues", I likes a certain brand - Maxwell's House - it's good till the last drop just like it says on the can I used to have a girl cookin' a good Maxwell House She moved away Some said to Memphis and some said to Leland, but I found her I wanted her to cook me some good Maxwell's House You understand, if I can get me just a spoonful of Maxwell's House do me much good as two or three cups this other coffee
I've got to go to Memphis, bring her back to Leland I wanna see my baby 'bout a lovin' spoonful, my lovin' spoonful Well, I'm just got to have my lovin'
Good mornin', baby, how you do this mornin'? Well, please, ma'am, just a lovin' spoon just a lovin' spoonful I declare, I got to have my lovin' spoonful
My baby packed her suitcase and she went away I couldn't let her stay for my lovin' my lovin' spoonful Well, I'm just got to have my lovin'
Good mornin', baby, how you do this mornin'? Well, please, ma'am, just a lovin' spoon just a lovin' spoonful I declare, I got to have my lovin' spoonful
Well, the preacher in the pulpit, jumpin' up and down He laid his bible down for his lovin' Ain't Maxwell House all right? Well, I'm just got to have my lovin'
The Son Of Hickory Holler's Tramp Composer(s): Dallas Frazier First release by: Johnny Darrell - 1967 Covered by multiple other artists
Oh, the path was deep and wide From footsteps leading to our cabin Above the door there burned a scarlet lamp And late at night a hand would knock And there would stand a stranger Yes, I'm the son of Hickory Holler's tramp
Yeah, the weeds were high, the corn was dry When daddy took to drinking Him and Sally Walker, they up and ran away Then Momma shed a silent tear And promised fourteen children "I swear you'll never see a hungry day"
When Momma sacrificed her pride The neighbours started talking But we were much too young To understand the things they said All we really cared about Was Momma's chicken dumplings And a goodnight kiss Before we went to bed
Oh, you know, the path was deep and wide From footsteps leading to our cabin Above the door there burned a scarlet lamp And late at night a hand would knock And there would stand a stranger Yes, I'm the son of Hickory Holler's tramp
When Daddy left and destitution Came upon our family Not one neighbour volunteered To lend a helping hand So just let 'em gossip all they want She loved us, and she raised us The proof is standing here A full grown man
Last summer Momma passed away And left the ones who loved her Each and every one is More than grateful for their birth And each Sunday she receives A big bouquet of fourteen roses With a card that reads 'The Greatest Mom on Earth'
Oh, you know, the path was deep and wide From footsteps leading to our cabin Above the door there burned a scarlet lamp And late at night a hand would knock And there would stand a stranger Yes, I'm the son of Hickory Holler's tramp
The Shadow Of Your Smile Composer(s): Johnny Mandel - Paul Francis Webster First release by: Johnny Mandel - 1965 Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1966 - Le Sourire De Mon Amour (Juliette Gréco) 1968 - Ten' Tvoei Ulibki (Emil Gorovets)
One day we walked along the sand one day in early spring... You held a piper in your hand to mend it's broken wing Now, I'll remember many a day an' many a lonely mile The echo of a piper's song an' the shadow of a smile!
The shadow of your smile when you are gone... will color all my dreams and light the dawn... Look into my eyes, my love, and see all the lovely things you are... you are to me!
Our wistful little star was far too high... A teardrop kissed your lips and so did I... Now, when I remember spring all the joy that love can bring... I will be remembering the shadow of your smile!
Now, when I remember spring all the joy that love can bring... I will be remembering the shadow of your smile!
Coeur Solitaire Composer(s): Pierre Papadiamandis Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell
Cur solitaire Tête dans les rêves J' me méfie d' tout et d' toi J'veux pas plonger
Cur solitaire Un peu amer J' veux t'aider, oui mais moi J' peux pas t'aimer
Moi je ne tiens pas la route Toi tu grilles les stops Tu survis à tes amours Aux ondes de choc T'aimes les 'loosers' superbes Je n' suis qu'un cur solitaire T'as trop envie De t'raconter Tes lendemains manqués Passés, brisés
Cur solitaire Mais sans mystère J' fais semblant de te sauver Pour m' protéger
Pour moi vivre dans le doute C'est ma vérité Tu te réfugies dans le Blues Hors réalité T'aimes les 'loosers' superbes Je n' suis qu'un cur solitaire
Cur solitaire Tête dans les rêves J' me méfie d' tout et d' toi J'veux pas plonger
Cur solitaire Un peu amer J' veux t'aider, oui mais moi J' peux pas t'aimer
Cur solitaire Tête dans les rêves J' me méfie d' tout et d' toi J'veux pas plonger
Cur solitaire Un peu amer J' veux t'aider, oui mais moi J' peux pas t'aimer
The Soldier Song (aka You Don't Even Know My Name) Composer(s): Sally Mudd Performer(s): Sally Mudd
You got a call to leave today No long goodbyes You were instructed to be brave Soldier, dry your eyes You've got to leave your fam'ly behind So I can be with mine And you don't even know my name
I'm the man, I'm the babies I'm the little old ladies Who lay down their heads at night With peaceful dreams of a world to be 'Cause you're fighting for our lives And you don't even know my name
I think about you ev'ry day And what you're going through Are you cold, are you afraid Are you wonderin' why God chose you Will I ever be able to tell you how grateful I am for who you are When you don't even know my name
I'm the man, I'm the babies I'm the little old ladies Who lay down their heads at night With peaceful dreams of a world to be 'Cause you're fighting for our lives And you don't even know my name (Don't know my name, don't know my name) And you don't even know my name (Don't know my name, don't know my name)
I wanna say thank you, thank you, thank you Thank you, thank you, thank you I wanna say thank you, thank you, thank you Soldier
Le Sourire De Mon Amour ((Adapted from: The Shadow Of Your Smile (Johnny Mandel) - 1965)) ((Russian Version: Ten' Tvoei Ulibki (Emil Gorovets) - 1968)) Composer(s): Johnny Mandel - Paul Francis Webster - Eddy Marnay Performer(s): Juliette Gréco - 1966
Quand j'ai vu le sourire de mon amour J'ai confondu la nuit avec le jour J'ai laissé mon cur se prendre au jeu Et j'ai bu ses lèvres avec mes yeux
Sans savoir s'il voulait vraiment de moi Je me suis réveillée, entre ses bras Et le temps d'un rire heureux, le temps d'un soupir à deux Je me suis perdue dans le sourire de mon amour
Et le temps d'un rire heureux, le temps d'un soupir à deux Je me suis perdue dans le sourire de mon amour
Coeur Dessus, Coeur Dessous Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Emporte-moi au fil du temps Ton coeur dessus, mon coeur dessous Réveille en moi des cris d'enfants Ton coeur dessus, mon coeur dessous
Que ta tendresse sourde en moi Comme un ruisseau qui veut jaillir Que ton amour m'ouvre la voie Même s'il doit un jour mourir
J'aurai connu des jours heureux Ton coeur dessus, mon coeur dessous Emporte-moi c'est merveilleux Ton coeur dessus, mon coeur dessous
Apporte-moi ce bonheur qui me grise Pour changer ma vie Forger ma vie Combler ma vie Dis-moi les mots qui je veux que tu dises Pour trembler de joie Toi seul peut me donner Un peu d'éternité
Enlace-moi je veux rêver En fermant les yeux Emporte-moi c'est merveilleux Ton coeur dessus, mon coeur dessous
Ricochet (Rick-O-Shay) Composer(s): Larry Coleman; Joe Darion; Norman Gimbel Performer(s): Teresa Brewer
They warned me when you kissed me your love would ricochet Your lips would find another and your heart would go astray I thought that I could hold you with all my many charms But then one day you ricocheted to someone else's arms
Chorus: And baby I don't want a ricochet romance, I don't want a ricochet love If you're careless with your kisses, find another turtle dove I can't live on ricochet romance, no, no not me If you're gonna ricochet, baby, I'm gonna set you free
I knew the day I met you, you had a rovin' eye I thought that I could hold you, what a fool I was to try You promised you'd be faithful and you would never stray Then like a rifle bullet, you began to ricochet
Chorus:
When you announced our wedding, you made me mighty proud I whispered "Two was company" but you preferred a crowd You buzzed around the other girls just like a busy bee And when you finished buzzin', cousin, you buzzed right back to me
Chorus:
If you're gonna ricochet, baby, I'm gonna set you free
The Soft Parade Composer(s): Jim Morrison First release by: The Doors - 1969
When I was back there in seminary school There was a person there Who put forth the proposition That you can petition the Lord with prayer Petition the lord with prayer Petition the lord with prayer You cannot petition the lord with prayer!
Can you give me sanctuary I must find a place to hide A place for me to hide Can you find me soft asylum I can't make it anymore The Man is at the door
Peppermint, miniskirts, chocolate candy Champion sax and a girl named Sandy There's only four ways to get unraveled One is to sleep and the other is travel, da da One is a bandit up in the hills One is to love your neighbor 'till His wife gets home
Catacombs Nursery bones Winter women Growing stones Carrying babies To the river
Streets and shoes Avenues Leather riders Selling news The monk bought lunch
Ha ha, he bought a little Yes, he did Woo! This is the best part of the trip This is the trip, the best part I really like What'd he say? Yeah! Yeah, right! Pretty good, huh Huh! Yeah, I'm proud to be a part of this number
Successful hills are here to stay Everything must be this way Gentle streets where people play Welcome to the Soft Parade
All our lives we sweat and save Building for a shallow grave Must be something else we say Somehow to defend this place Everything must be this way Everything must be this way, yeah
The Soft Parade has now begun Listen to the engines hum People out to have some fun A cobra on my left Leopard on my right, yeah
The deer woman in a silk dress Girls with beads around their necks Kiss the hunter of the green vest Who has wrestled before With lions in the night
Out of sight! The lights are getting brighter The radio is moaning Calling to the dogs There are still a few animals Left out in the yard But it's getting harder To describe sailors To the underfed
Tropic corridor Tropic treasure What got us this far To this mild equator?
We need someone or something new Something else to get us through, yeah, c'mon
Callin' on the dogs Callin' on the dogs Oh, it's gettin' harder Callin' on the dogs Callin' in the dogs Callin' all the dogs Callin' on the gods
You gotta meet me Too late, baby Slay a few animals At the crossroads Too late All in the yard But it's gettin' harder By the crossroads You gotta meet me Oh, we're goin', we're goin great At the edge of town Tropic corridor Tropic treasure Havin' a good time Got to come along What got us this far To this mild equator? Outskirts of the city You and I We need someone new Somethin' new Somethin' else to get us through Better bring your gun Better bring your gun Tropic corridor Tropic treasure We're gonna ride and have some fun
When all else fails We can whip the horse's eyes And make them sleep And cry
Sewers Of The Strand Composer(s): Spike Milligan Performer(s): Spike Milligan; The Goons
Phew! Yes folks, I can understand their feelings because they are about to play
Sideways through the sewers of the Strand on a Sunday afternoon Sideways through the sewers of the Strand will be our honeymoon
Ankle deep folks in sludge dear we'll walk hand in hand They do say that the sewers of the Strand are the finest in the land
Sideways through the sewers of the Strand will be paradise for two Who cares if the atmosphere is blue
'Cause there's nothing wrong with a good old British pong Sideways through the sewers of the Strand with you...
Ah my darling little bride We meet by accident, folks -- she ran over me with a tram
Her name was Buler, mine was Jim I was glad they called me Jim, folks, because that was my name
I found that she had been going out with an Irish dentist called Phil McCavity He walked with a pronounced limp -- l-i-m-p pronounced limp, folks Oh the worry turned me grey This gave me a strange appearance as I was bald at the time Ah, the first time I met her was late early one morning in Spring There was a heavy dew on the grass -- he had just been thrown out of a synagogue for eating during the sermon I told her 'Darling, let me take you away from the squalor you live in, and live in the squalor I live in' So, we were married in the Spring, folks We had the reception in the pond There was plenty to drink folks And then off we went! Folks! Sideways through those naughty sewers of the naughty Strand will be a paradise for two (not one but two, folks) Who cares if the atmosphere is blue (phew!) 'Cause there's nothing wrong (is there) with a good old old British Pong! Sideways through the sewers of the Strand with you I don't mean maybe...
Coeur De Rocker Dutch Title: Met Rock' N Roll In Mijn Hart Composer(s): Luc Plamondon; Julien Clerc Originally performed by: Julien Clerc
Cur de rocker, cur de rocker
J'n'étais encore qu'un enfant d'chur Qu'j'avais déjà un cur de rocker J'n'aimais pas beaucoup l'école Je n'vivais qu'pour mes idoles yé yé yé
J'n'étais encore qu'un teenager Qu'j'suis parti vivre ma vie en outsider Mon père voulait me ret'nir Tout c'qu'il a trouvé à m'dire C'est: "tu vas faire mourir ta mère"
Avec mon cur de rocker J'ai jamais su dire je t'aime Oui, mais maman, j't'aimais quand même Comme personne t'as jamais aimée Avec mon cur de rocker J'ai jamais su dire je t'aime
Oui mais Baby j't'aimais quand même Comme personne t'a jamais aimée
Oui mais Baby j't'aimais quand même Comme j'pourrai plus jamais aimer.
De toutes les filles qui m'ont fait craquer La seule que j'ai vraiment aimée C'est celle qui m'a quitté J'ai été bien embêté hé hé hé
C'est vrai qu'j'étais pas très fidèle Mais j'étais totalement fou d'elle J'ai voulu la retenir Tout c'qu'elle a trouvé à me dire C'est: "Tu vas finir ta vie tout seul"
Avec mon cur de rocker J'ai jamais su dire je t'aime Oui, mais maman, j't'aimais quand même Comme personne t'as jamais aimée Avec mon cur de rocker J'ai jamais su dire je t'aime
Ricky Composer(s): William Sheller Performer(s): Nicoletta
On jouait aux indiens dans la plaine On se connaissait à peine Que depuis quelques heures J'étais la Parisienne Que, d'un sourire moqueur On envoie aux fontaines Aller cueillir des fleurs
Sont venus au fil des semaines Les soirs où l'on se promène Dans les bois qui font peur Sa main a pris la mienne Et, de gêne en douceur Avec le peuple Cheyenne Il est entré dans mon cur
Ooh, Ricky marchait devant Et j'étais belle à ses côtés Ooh, Ricky marchait devant J'ai bien du mal à l'oublier
Sous les yeux des gens qui comprennent Tous les enfants qui s'aiment Nous jouiions au bonheur Je serai toujours la même Tu seras toujours meilleur Toi le roi, moi la reine Allongés dans les fleurs
Puis il a fallu qu'on apprenne Ce qu'est avoir de la peine Le train part de bonne heure Et, pendant qu'il m'emmène Les yeux d'un indien qui pleure Avec le peuple Cheyenne Resteront dans mon cur
Ooh, Ricky marchait devant Et j'étais belle à ses côtés Ooh, Ricky marchait devant J'ai bien du mal à l'oublier Ooh, Ricky marchait devant Et j'étais belle à ses côtés Ooh, Ricky marchait devant J'ai bien du mal à l'oublier...
The Snowman Composer(s): Phillip Crosby Performer(s): Bing Crosby; Frank Sinatra
On a Christmas Eve a happy snowman Stood and dreamed beside a cottage door How the children loved their friend the snowman And the funny fedora he wore
When they said goodnight they told the snowman That a gift for him was on the tree So he called himself a lucky snowman Just like one of the family was he
The cottage porch looked beautiful and bright The holly wreath was turned on for the night When all at once it caught on fire and fell He couldn't knock, he couldn't ring the bell He couldn't run for help, he couldn't call But then he had to save the children after all
He knew he'd melt away, and yet the snowman Threw himself across the burning floor How the children missed their friend the snowman But they'll always remember him for A heart that was brave and the joy that he gave And the funny fedora he wore
The Seventh Son Composer(s): Willie Dixon - Willie Mabon First release by: Willie Mabon - 1955 Covered by multiple other artists
Everybody's talking about the seventh son In the whole wide world there is only one
And I'm the one, I'm the one I'm the one, I'm the one The one they call the seventh son
I can tell your future, it will come to pass I can do things to you make your heart feel glad Look in the sky, predict the rain Tell when a woman's got another man
I'm the one, oh I'm the one I'm the one, I'm the one The one they call the seventh son
I can talk these words that will sound so sweet They will even make your little heart skip a beat Heal the sick, raise the dead Make the little girls talk out of their heads
I'm the one, oh I'm the one I'm the one, I'm the one The one they call the seventh son
I can talk these words that will sound so sweet They will even make your little heart skip a beat Heal the sick, raise the dead And make the little girls talk out of their heads
I'm the one, oh I'm the one I'm the one, I'm the one The one they call the seventh son
I'm the one, hey, hey I'm the one Oh, I'm the one, babe Oooo, I'm the one I'm the one, I'm the one The one they call the seventh son I'm the one, I'm the one The one they call the seventh son
Coeur De Loup Composer(s): Philippe Lafontaine; Juan D'Oultremont Originally performed by: Philippe Lafontaine
Cur de Loup Pas le temps de tout lui dire Pas le temps de tout lui taire Juste assez pour tenter la satyre Qu'elle sente que j'veux lui plaire Sous le pli de l'emballage La lubie de faufiler La folie de rester sage si elle veut De n'pas l'embrasser Quand d'un coup d'aile se déplume Mon illet luit fait de l'il Même hululer sous la lune ne m'fait pas peur Pourvu qu'elle veuille
Je n'ai qu'une seule envie Me laisser tenter La victime est si belle Et le crime est si gai
Pas besoin de beaucoup Mais pas de peu non plus Par le biais d'un billet fou Lui faire savoir que j'n'en peux plus C'est le cas du kamikaze C'est l'abc du condamné Le légionnaire qui veut l'avantage des voyages Sans s'engager Elle est si frêle esquive Sous mes bordées d'amour Je suppose qu'elle suppose Que je l'aimerai toujours Le doigts sur l'aventure Le pied dans l'inventaire Même si l'affaire n'est pas sûre Ne pas s'enfuir Ne pas s'en faire
Je n'ai qu'une seule envie Me laisser tenter La victime est si belle Et le crime est si gai
Cur de loup Peur du lit Séduis-la Sans délais Suis le swing C'est le coup de gong du king Bong! Cur de loup M'as-tu lu L'appel aux Gais délits Sors du ring C'est le coup de gong du king Bong!
Pas le temps de tout lui dire Ni de quitter la scène Yep! Elle aura beau rougir De toute façon il faut qu'elle m'aime Je n'ai qu'un seule envie Me laisser tenter......................
Cur de loup Peur du lit Séduis-la Sans délai Où elle est O La La Beau colis Joli lot Cur de loup M'as-tu lu L'appel aux Gais délits En dit long Mets l'hola C'est joli Quand c'est laid
Rickety Tickety Tin Composer(s): Tom Lehrer Performer(s): The Womenfolk
About a maid I'll sing a song ... sing rickety tickety tin About a maid I'll sing a song who didn't have her family long Not only did she do them wrong She did very one of them in, them in, she did every one of them in
Her mother she could never stand ... sing rickety tickety tin He mother she could never stand and so a cyanide soup she planned The mother died with a spoon in her hand, And her face in a hideous grin, a grin, her face in a hideous grin
One morning in a fit of pique ... sing rickety tickety tin One morning in a fit of pique she pushed her father in the creek the water tasted bad for a week, and we had to make do with gin with gin, we had to make do with gin
She set her sister's hair on fire ... sing rickety tickety tin She set her sister's hair on fire and as the smoke and flames rose higher She danced around the funeral pyre, playing a violin, 'olin, playing a violin
She weighted her bother down with stones She weighted her bother down with stones and sent him off to Davy Jones All they ever found were some bones and occasional pieces of skin of skin, ocasional pieces of skin
One day when she had nothing to do .... sing rickety tickety tin One day when she had nothing to do she cut her baby brother in two And served him up as an irish stew, and invited the neighbours in 'bours in, invited the neighbours in
And when at last the police came by ... sing rickety tickety tin And when at last the police came by her little pranks she did not deny For to do so she would have had to lie, and lying she knew was a sin a sin, lying she knew was a sin
My tragic tale I won't prolong ... sing rickety tickety tin My tragic tale I won't prolong and if you do not enjoy my song You've yourself to blame if it's too long, you should never have let me begin, begin you should never have let me begin
