Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Lollipops And Roses Composer(s): Tony Velona Performer(s): Jack Jones and multiple other artists
Tell her you care each time you speak Make it her birthday each day of the week Bring her nice things, sugar and spice things roses and lollipops and lolipops and roses
One day she`ll smile, next day she`ll cry minute to minute you`ll never know why Coax her, pet her, better yet, get her roses and lollipops and lolipops and roses
We try acting grown up, but as a rule we`re all lit-tle children fresh from school So carry her books That`s how it starts Fourteen or forty they`re kids in their hearts Keep them handy, flowers and candy roses and lollipops and lolipops and roses
Colonel Buffalo Bill Composer(s): Irving Berlin Performer(s): Leslie Fyson and various other artists
(Davenport) Who's got the stuff that made the Wild West wild? Who pleases every woman, man, and child? Who does his best to give the customers a thrill?
(Company) Who?
(Davenport) Colonel Buffalo Bill! Who's got the show that gets the most applause? Five-hundred Indians and fifty Squas! Ten featured acts and there's a special feature still?
(Company) Who?
(Davenport) Colonel Buffalo Bill!
(Dolly) Have you ever seen a cowboy rope a steer?
(Company) No, we haven't
(Dolly) Or an Indian with feathers throw a spear?
(Company) No, we haven't
(Dolly) Have you ever seen a hold up?
(Company) No sir
(Dolly) Then gather closer and let me give you some of the atmosphere
(Davenport, spoken) Introducing the world's greatest sharpshooter, Mister! Frank! Butler!
(Butler, singing) The hour is midnight and all is still We see the stage coach climbing up the hill, Moving along the mountain trail, carrying passengers and mail, never suspecting there is something really wrong The watchful driver is in his seat, His trusty rifle lying at his feet Some of the passengers inside seem to be dozing as they ride, never suspecting danger as they roll along Suddenly there's a shout!
(Company) What is it all about?
(Butler) "What is it all about?" you ask It's Indians!
(Company) Indians?!
(Butler) Very notable, cut-your-throatable Indians!
(Company) Indians?!
(Butler, Dolly, and Davenport) Just when they've taken everyone by force, Who makes an entrance on a big, white horse? Who starts a-shootin' 'till there's noone left to kill?
(Company) General Grant?
(Butler, Dolly, and Davenport) No! Colonel Buffalo Bill!
(All) Who's got the show that made the Wild West wild? Who pleases every woman, man, and child? Who does his best to give the customers a thrill? Colonel! Buffalo! Bill!
Lollipop Tree Composer(s): Burl Ives Performer(s): Josh White Jr.; Ron Coden
One fine day in early spring, I played a funny trick Right in the yard behind our house I planted a lollipop stick And everyday I watered it well And watched it carefully I hoped one day that stick would grow To be a lollipop tree
Ah-ha-ha, oh-ho-ho What a sight to see Me and my lollipop, lollipop, lollipop Lolly, lolly, lollipop tree
Then one day I woke to find a very lovely sight A tree all full of lollipops had grown in the dark of the night I sat beneath that wonderful tree and looked up with a grin And when I opened up my mouth, a lollipop dropped right in
Ah-ha-ha, oh-ho-ho What a sight to see Me and my lollipop, lollipop, lollipop Lolly, lolly, lollipop tree
Winter came and days grew cold as winter days will do On my tree, my lovely tree, not one little lollipop grew From every branch an icicle hung, its limbs were bare as bones But when I broke those icicles off they turned into ice cream cones
Ah-ha-ha, oh-ho-ho What a sight to see Me and my lollipop, lollipop, lollipop Lolly, lolly, lollipop tree
En el tumulto de los Húsares de Momo Encandilado por las luces de otro barrio Aquel murguista saludando con su gorro Se despedía como siempre del tablado
Entre la nube de pintados chiquilines Vio la sonrisa que enviaba una princesa Entre los rostros de mezclados colorines Dudó si era para él la gentileza
Y por si acaso dedicó una reverencia A la muchacha que en la noche se quedaba En el momento de partir la bañadera volando un beso se posaba en su ventana
Y paso a paso la ansiedad lo malhería Quedaba poco del nocturno itinerario Uno tras otro los cuplés se sucedían Se retiraban del último escenario
Tiró el disfraz en el respaldo del asiento Borró los restos de pintura con su mano Volando un tacho lo llevaba contra el viento La vio justito a la salida del tablado
"Cómo te va", dijo el murguista a la muchacha Que lo cortó con su mirada indiferente Le dijo "Bien" y lo dejó como si nada Nuevamente ... La princesa ... Se perdía entre la gente
Que no se apague nunca el eco de los bombos Que no se lleven los muñecos del tablado Quiero vivir en el reinado del Dios Momo Quiero ser húsar de su ejército endiablado
Que no se apaguen las bombitas amarillas Que no se vaya nunca más la retirada Quiero cantarle una canción a Colombina Quiero llevarme su sonrisa dibujada
Lola Rastaquouere
((English Version: Lola R. For Ever (by Marianne Faithfull & Sly and Robbie) - 2006))
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
First release by: Serge Gainsbourg
Covered by multiple other artists
Comment oses-tu me parler d'amour toi hein
Toi qui n'as pas connu Lola Rastaquouère
Je lui faisais le plein comme au Latécoère
Qui décolle en vibrant vers les cieux africains
Elle avait de ces yeux un vrai chat abyssin
Et ses seins deux sphères
Entre lesquelles j'abandonnais deux mois de salaire
Pour y rouler mon pauvre joint
Quand dans son sexe cyclopéen
J'enfonçais mon pieu tel l'Ulysse d'Homère
Je l'avais raide plutôt amère
C'est moi grands dieux qui n'y voyais plus rien
Dans la moiteur torride de sa croupe d'airain
On pouvait voir éclore des renoncules par-derrière
Et par devant un conifère
Me rappelait un air jamaïcain
Collette Composer(s): Billy Fury Performer(s): Billy Fury
Oh Collete
Half past eight, don't be late Don't forget we have a date, Collete How I love you, Collete Oh, be on time and say your mine, Collete
Believe me honey when I say I think about you night and day, Collete How I need you, Collete Don't let us part, you'll break my heart, Collete
Saw you walking close by Didn't start talking 'cause I was so shy Then you looked into my eyes Don't whisper any goodbyes Collete, Collete Don't forget, Collete I need you, so don't ever go, Collete
Half past nine, in on time Guess you played me down the line, Collete How I love you, Collete You broke the vow, I'm lonely now, Collete You broke the vow, I'm lonely now, Collete You broke the vow, I'm lonely now, Collete
Lola ((aka Yoda (by "Weird Al" Yankovic) - 1985)) Composer(s): Ray Davies First release by: The Kinks - 1970 Covered by multiple other artists
I met her in a club down in North Soho where you drink champagne and it tastes just like Coca Cola C-o-l-a Cola
She walked up to me and she asked me to dance I asked her her name and in a dark brown voice she said, "Lola" L-o-l-a Lola, lo lo lo Lola
Well, I'm not the world's most physical guy but when she squeesed me tight she nearly broke my spine Oh my Lola, lo lo lo Lola, lo lo lo Lola
Well, I'm not dumb but I can't understand why she walks like a woman and talks like a man Oh my Lola, lo lo lo Lola, lo lo lo Lola
Well, we drank champagne and danced all night under electric candlelight she picked me up and sat me on her knee She said, "Little boy won't you come home with me?"
Well, I'm not the world's most passionate guy but when I looked in her eyes I almost fell for my Lola Lo lo lo Lola, lo lo lo Lola
Lola Lo lo lo Lola, lo lo lo Lola
I pushed her away. I walked to the door I fell to the floor. I got down on my knees I looked at her, and she at me
Well that's the way that I want it to stay I always want it to be that way for my Lola Lo lo lo Lola
Girls will be boys, and boys will be girls It's a mixed up, muddled up, shook up world except for Lola Lo lo lo Lola
Well I left how just a week before and I never ever kissed a woman before Lola smiled and took me by the hand she said, "Little boy, gonna make you a man"
Well I'm not the world's most masculine man but I know what I am and that I'm a man so is Lola Lo lo lo Lola Lo lo lo Lola
Lola Lo lo lo Lola Lo lo lo Lola Lola Lo lo lo Lola Lo lo lo Lola
No I never heard through the grapevine How you left long before your time But in France on the radio I could not understand a word But I felt you go We waited all night for the midnight lover's calling It was the coldest day of the year And I'm still thawing I didn't sleep a wink But while radio played I was day dreaming Of what might have been While the cold night air was freezing The coldest night The coldest day of the year What is happening mother father please Who will save us from the autumn breeze Shivering to a halt no one wants to speak too soon Although we all knew under the pale blue moon The pale moon The pale blue moon What happens then when the sun goes down Tell me what's the word Johannesburg When the rent goes up and the lights go down On the coldest day outside the coldest town We waited all night and I'm still falling I didn't sleep a wink But while radio played I was day dreaming Of what might have been While the cold night air was freezing The coldest night The coldest day of the year The coldest night The coldest day of the year The coldest night, day, year
Cold, Haily, Windy Night (Traditional) Performer(s): Steeleye Span and various other artists
Oh me hat it is frozen to me head Me feet they are like a lump of lead Oh me shoes they are frozen to me feet With standing at your window
Let me in, the soldier cried Cold haily windy night Oh let me in, the soldier cried For I'll not go back again, no
Me father he watches down on the street Me mother the chamber keys do keep Oh, the doors and the windows they do creak I dare not let you in
Let me in, the soldier cried Cold haily windy night Oh let me in, the soldier cried For I'll not go back again, no
Oh and she's rose up and she's let him in She's kissed her true love cheek and chin And she's drawn him between her sheets again And she opened and she let him in
Then she has blessed the rainy night Cold haily windy night Oh then she has blessed the rainy night That she opened and she let him in
Soldier, soldier stay with me Soldier, soldier won't you marry me Oh no, no, no, it never can be So fare bid thee well forever
Then she has wept for the rainy night Cold haily windy night Then she has wept for the rainy night That she opened and she let him in
Oh and he's jumped up all out of the bed He's put his hat all on his head But she had lost her maidenhead Her mother she heard the din
Then she has cursed the rainy night Cold haily windy night O then she has cursed the rainy night That she opened and she let him in
Cold, Cold, Cold Composer(s): Lowell George Originally performed by: Little Feat
Cold, cold, cold Cold, cold, cold Freezing, it was freezing in that hotel I had no money, my special friend was gone The TV set was busted so she went along I called room, room service I'm down here on my knees A peach or a pear, or a coconut please But they was cold
Well it's been a month since I seen my girl Or a dime to make the call 'Cause it passed me up, or it passed me by Or I couldn't decide at all And I'm mixed up, I'm so mixed up Don't you know I'm lonely And I wish the world would get off of my case And get on one of its own
Cold, cold, cold Cold, cold, cold That woman was freezing, freezing cold Well I tried everything to warm her up Now I'm living in this cold hotel 'Cause she passed me, up or she passed me by Or I couldn't decide at all Oh I'm mixed up, yes I'm mixed up Don't you know I'm lonely Of all the things I had to do I had to fall in love You know she's cold
Turn your clock back woman when you see me comin' round My feet don't, feet don't even touch the ground don't be cold, don't be cold don't be cold, don't be cold
Be My Girl Composer(s): Singer Performer(s): Jim Dale
(Ah-ah-ah-ah)
(Ah-ah-ah-ah)
(Ah-ah-aah)
My baby I need you (Be my girl)
To hug you and squeeze you (Be my girl)
Wanna do things for you (How I need ya)
Be my girl (Ah-ah-ah)
You're drivin' me crazy (Be my girl)
Your kisses just thrill me (Be my girl)
I want you to love me (How I need ya)
Uummm, be my girl (Ah-ah-ah-ah-aaahhhh)
But with you it's somebody new ev'ry da-a-a-a-ay
And with me I wanna be here to sta-a-a-a-ay
Oh, well I love you so madly (Be my girl)
And I need you so badly (Be my girl)
I'll hang around gladly (How I need ya)
C'mon, be my girl (Ah-ah-ah-ah)
Well, with you it's somebody new ev'ry da-a-a-a-ay
And with me I wanna be here to sta-a-a-a-ay
Oh, well I love you so madly (Be my girl)
And I need you so badly (Be my girl)
I'll hang around gladly (How I need ya)
C'mon, be my girl (Ah-ah-ah)
Be my girl (Be my girl)
Cold, Cold Heart Composer(s): Hank Williams Originally performed by: Hank Williams Covered by various other artists
I tried so hard, my dear, to show That you're my every dream Yet you're afraid each thing I do Is just some evil scheme A memory from your lonesome past Keeps us so far apart Why can't I free your doubtful mind And melt your cold, cold heart
Another love before my time Made your heart sad and blue And so my heart is paying now For things I didn't do In anger unkind words are said That make the teardrops start Why can't I free your doubtful mind And melt your cold, cold heart
You'll never know how much it hurts To see you sit and cry You know you need and want my love Yet you're afraid to try Why do you run and hide from lies To try, it just ain't smart Why can't I free your doubtful mind And melt your cold, cold heart
There was a time when I believed That you belonged to me But now I know your heart Is shackled to a memory The more I learn to care for you The more we drift apart Why can't I free your doubtful mind And melt your cold, cold heart
Les oiseaux sont les mains de ces femmes sans nombre Qui sont mortes emportées par un chagrin d'amour Revenant dans l'espoir de rencontrer une ombre Sur les lieux où jadis se flétrissaient leurs jours Celui qui sur un toi légèrement se pose Brisant pour un instant son vol désespéré Et se blottit tremblant dans une triste pose Vient pleurer son amour par des cris angoissés
Je suis un oiseleur et comprends leurs alarmes Ce sont mes seuls amis, comme je suis le leur Ils se confient à moi, moi pour sécher les larmes De ces millions d'amour disparus sans bonheur Je partage mon coeur D'oiseleur
Je vis seul dans mon coin n'adressant la parole Qu'aux oiseaux qui chez moi viennent s'abriter Jadis, j'étais aimé, mais la jeunesse est folle J'ai refusé un coeur et il s'est arrêté Depuis je cherche en vain sa tendre âme fragile Parmi tous les oiseaux qui me tombent du ciel Pour consacrer ma vie à forger une idylle Que nous perpétuerons dans la vie éternelle
Je suis un oiseleur et comprends leurs alarmes Ce sont mes seuls amis, comme je suis le leur Ils se confient à moi, moi pour sécher les larmes De ces millions d'amour disparus sans bonheur Je partage mon coeur D'oiseleur
Cold Wind In August Composer(s): Van Morrison Performer(s): Van Morrison
I waited for you You waited for me That it seemed like, seemed like a mighty long time Baby I had to have you Oh, I had to have you Come rain, rain or shine
It was a cold wind in August Shivers up and down my spine I was standin' in your garden In the California pine
I was standing shivering I've got the fever in the rain But I can't come on back to see you Again and again and again
I said I, I had to have you Baby I had to have you Come rain, come rain or shine
It was a cold wind in August Shivers up and down my spine And I was standing in your garden In the California pine California pine
It was a cold wind in August Shivers up and down my spine I was standin' in your garden In the California pine In the California pine
It was a cold wind in August I was pushed on through September Oh pushin' through September In the rain Pushin' through, pushin' through September In the rain
Ooh It was a cold wind in August Shivers up and down my spine I was standin' standin' in your garden In the California pine
Sur un rayon de lune Qui traverse les rideaux Chante un oiseau Effleurant d'une plume Quelques touches de piano Chante un oiseau Qui fait comme ça Tip tip tip tip tip tip tip
Quand il voit que mon cur Est en tous petits morceaux Pleure l'oiseau En m'offrant une fleur Dérobée sur un chapeau Chante l'oiseau Qui fait comme ça Tip tip tip tip tip tip tip
Tip tip tip tip tip tip tip Puis il prend son essor Vers les arbres d'un tableau Vole l'oiseau Et moi je me rendors Entendrai-je encore binetôt Chanter l'oiseau Qui fait comme ça Tip tip tip tip tip tip tip
Cold Wind Blows Composer(s): Gary Moore Performer(s): Gary Moore
Sun don`t shine round here no more Since my baby walked on out that door She broke my heart, make no mistake All I did was give All she did was take But don`t you know, where she goes The cold wind blows
Well my baby told so many lies I couldn`t see through my blinded eyes She choked me up with her bad, bad seed Took the flowers I gave her and strangled them with weeds But don`t you know, where she goes The cold wind blows
I ain`t gonna cry no more I ain`t gonna cry no more I ain`t gonna cry no more Cry no more
Sun don`t shine round here no more Since my baby walked on out that door She broke my heart, make no mistake All I did was give All she did was take But don`t you know, where she goes The cold wind blows The cold wind blows
I ain`t gonna cry no more I ain`t gonna cry no more I ain`t gonna cry no more I ain`t gonna cry no more Cry no more Cry no more Yeah, cry no more Yeah, cry no more
