Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Whistler's Mother-In-Law Composer(s): Bert Stevens - Larry Wagner Performer(s): Bing Crosby & Muriel Lane
(BC) If youre whistlin cause youre happy Be very careful Pappy No tellin what a whistlers mother-in-law will do Oh, the mammies around the kitchen Attendin to her stitchin Theres many behind the door keepin an eye on you Shes got a direct suspicion You aim to do some fishin Your whistlin, I declare, gave it away for sure But I reckon you mighta known it Might just as well postpone it You aint gonna go newhere sept on a lecture tour
(ML) John, John, thats what Im acallin Hurry up and haul that coal John, John, Im not only stallin This old ladys up to somthin Sure as youre born
(BC) As you listen to granny cackle, Shes found your fishin tackle A whistle for all your plans now for the good theyll do Look at granny, shes got the flivver Shes headin for the river Well isnt that like a mans mother-in-law for you
(ML) John, John, thats what Im acallin Hurry up and haul that coal
(BC) I hauled that yesterday
(ML) John, John, Im not only stallin This old ladys up to somthin Sure as youre born
(BC) As you listen to granny cackle Shes found your fishin tackle A whistle for all your plans now for the good theyll do Look at granny, shes got the flivver Shes headin for the river Well isnt that like a mans mother-in-law for you
Comment L'oublier Titles In Other Languages: Helwa Ya Baladi; Yo Te Amo Composer(s): G. Sinoué; J. Barnel; B. Liamis Performer(s): Dalida
Il était fils de lumière comment l'oublier Paysan né de la terre comment l'oublier Depuis ce matin d'automne Le fleuve immobile raisonne D'un silence étrange désemparé
Oh, oh
Le vent a porté sa voix comment l'oublier De Luxor à Sakarya comment l'oublier Comment effacer le rêve Quand au ciel blesse s'élève Le cri d'une colombe qui est tombée
Etait-ce un ange était ce un homme qui peut le dire Mais il a marqué l'histoire de souvenirs Là-bas au pied des pyramides sous le soleil Il dort pareil aux pharaons
La vallée des rois m'a dit comment l'oublier Il pleut sur Alexandrie comment l'oublier Le ciel bleu n'a plus de flammes Le sphinx a perdu ses larmes D'avoir trop pleuré, bien trop pleuré
Même si parfois il a soulevé des orages Comment être indifférent à son message Car il n'avait qu'une seule idée Faire de la terre avec ses frères Une terre de paix
Oh, oh
Il était fils de lumière comment l'oublier Paysan né de la terre comment l'oublier Il a tracé une route que d'autres suivront sans doute Pour que vive encore le grand espoir
Je suis la fille que l'on colle Avec elle, tout est possible Sur les Harley Davidson Les B.M. Double V Avec elle, tout est possible Les camions 16 tonnes Avec elle, tout est possible Je suis la roller girl Roller girl, roller girl ...
Je suis celle qu'on épingle Celle qui n'a pas froid aux yeux À côté d'moi n'est rien La plus vamp des vamps Je suis la roller girl Roller girl, roller girl... Je suis la fille des bulles La Lolita des comics Une des plus dangereuses Des bandes dessinées Je suis la roller girl, roller girl ...
Je suis l'amour en trompe l'oeil La décalcomanie girl Le danger immédiat Et l'amour fiction Je suis la roller girl, roller girl, roller girl ...
The Whiskey Ain't Workin' Composer(s): Marty Stuart - Ronny Scaife Performer(s): Travis Tritt & Marty Stuart and multiple other artists
There was a time, I could drink my cares away And drown out all of the heartaches That hurt me night and day When the thought of you came crashing through I'd have one more But now the whiskey ain't workin' anymore
I need one good honky-tonk angel To turn my life around That's reason enough for me to lay This ol' bottle down A woman warm and willin' That's what I'm lookin' for 'Cause the whiskey ain't workin' anymore
They knew my name at every bar in town And they knew all of the reasons Why I was comin' 'round, 'round, 'round (Sing it, Travis) 'Cause in my mind, peace I'd find When they'd start to pour Now the whiskey ain't workin' anymore (Sing it, son)
I need one good honky-tonk angel To turn my life around That's reason enough for me to lay This ol' bottle down Well, a woman warm and willin' Lord, that's what I'm lookin' for (That's right) 'Cause the whiskey ain't workin' anymore
Lord, the whiskey ain't workin' anymore For sure...
Comment Finir La Semaine?
Composer(s): Pierre Papadiamandis
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell
Je descends du singe Je suis l'homme À cause des dents d'Adam Et sa pomme Et ça ne résout pas la question Comment finir la semaine? Je n'ai pas d'argent devant moi Pour atteindre la fin du mois Et ça ne résout pas la question Comment finir la semaine?
Mon électricité est coupée Mon téléphone supprimé J'ai une ardoise à mon bar tabac Et je ne chôme pas, moi Et pourtant je croyais gagner ma vie Maison, voiture et mon nid Pas d'aventure, de folie ni de gène Comment finir la semaine?
Je descends du singe Je suis l'homme À cause des dents d'Adam Et sa pomme Et ça ne résout pas la question Comment finir la semaine?
L'animal le plus intelligent A toujours été l'homme Mais je n'en suis pas plus fier pour ça C'est taire tous mes torts L'homme ne tue pas toujours pour manger Il doit aussi se prouver Et je cours, cours devant ce problème Comment finir la semaine?
Je descends du singe Je suis l'homme À cause des dents d'Adam Et sa pomme Et ça ne résout pas la question Comment finir la semaine? Je n'ai pas d'argent devant moi Pour atteindre la fin du mois Et ça ne résout pas la question Comment finir la semaine? Je descends du singe Je suis l'homme À cause des dents d'Adam Et sa pomme Et ça ne résout pas la question Comment finir la semaine? Je descends du singe Je suis l'homme À cause des dents d'Adam Et sa pomme Et ça ne résout pas la question Comment finir la semaine?
Roller Derby Queen Composer(s): Jim Croce Performer(s): Jim Croce
Gonna tell you a story, that you won't believe But I fell in love last Friday evening With the girl I saw on a bar room TV screen Well I was just getting ready to get my hat When she caught my eye, and I put it back And I ordered myself couple of more shots and beers
(Chorus) The night that I fell in love with a roller derby queen around and round, a round and round The meanest hunk of woman that anybody ever seen Down in the arena
She was 5 foot 6, two fifteen A beach blonde mama with a streak of mean She knew how to knuckle and she knew how to scuffle and fight And the roller derby program said that she was built like a fridgerator with a head Her fans called her Tuffy, but all her buddies called her Spike
(Repeat Chorus)
Well I could not help it, but to fall in love With this heavy duty woman I've been speaking of Things were kinda bad, untill the day she skated into my life Well she might be nasty, she might be fat But I never met a person who would tell her that She's my bleach blonde bomber, my heavy handed hackin sack mama
Comment Fais-Tu Pour Dormir? Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell
Tu doutes de tout mais tu t'étonnes de rien T'as pas confiance en l'être humain Qu'je suis
Tes yeux sont secs quand tu pleures Le corps à cur te fait très peur
J't'attendrai pas toute ma vie
T'effaces mes traces de ton corps du délit T'as fait de moi le faux témoin d'ta vie
Et j'mens pour tuer le temps J'fais du chantage au sentiment
J't'attendrai pas toute ma vie
Comment fais-tu pour dormir? Mes nuits sont plus belles ou bien pire A distance on les vit mal Je dis mal mais c'est plus mal que mal Ton répondeur m'fait plus rire Pleurez après l'top pour rien dire Et j'cherche souvent Le pourquoi du comment Fais-tu pour dormir?
Il y a les autres mais avant tout y a toi Dur de savoir ou tu m'places dans tout ça
Tu n'attends rien des gens Tu vis comme ça, en faisant semblant Tu f'ras pas ça tout l'temps, tout l'temps
Comment fais-tu pour dormir? Mes nuits sont plus belles ou bien pires A distance on les vit mal Je dis mal mais c'est plus mal que mal Ton répondeur m'fait plus rire Pleurez après l'top pour rien dire Et j'cherche souvent Le pourquoi du comment Fais-tu pour dormir?...
Roll Um Easy Composer(s): Lowell George Performer(s): Linda Ronstadt; and various other artists
Well I am just a vagabond A drifter on the run And eloquent profanity It rolls right off my tongue
And I have dined in palaces Drunk wine with kings and queens And darling on darling You're the best thing I ever seen
Won't you roll me easy So slow and easy Take my independence With no apprehension no tension Walk in, talk in paradise Sweet paradise
Well I been around this country From Denver to the oceans And I never met girls that could sing so sweet Like the angels that live in Houston Singing roll me easy So slow and easy Play your concertina be a temptress Darling I'm defenseless
Sing in harmony, in unison Sweet harmony Gotta hoist the flag and I'll beat your drum
Sing in harmony, in unison Sweet harmony Gotta hoist the flag and I'll beat your drum
Woah roll me easy So slow and easy Take my independence With no apprehension no tension Walk in, talk in paradise Sweet paradise
The Whelk Song Composer(s): West - Reine Performer(s): Alan Breeze & Doreen Stephens
Stephens: Alive-alive-o, alive-alive-o, singing cockles and mussels, alive-alive-o
Breeze: If you don't want the whelks don't muck `em abaht If you don't want `em other people may"
There's a fellow you should meet, runs a fish shop down our street He wraps it up in paper every day When they're crowding round the stall, he addresses one and al And this is what you'll always hear him say"
Nah, if you don't want the whelks don't muck `em abaht And take yer baby's fingers off the slab (They're covered in chocolate!) Lovely two eyed kippers, take `em for the nippers Take a hake or a nice cod steak Soles and eels for the old man's meals They're lovely they're all fresh in today So if you don't want the whelks don't muck `em abaht If you don't want `em other people may
Stephens: Ooh! Mum, can I have some winkles? Breeze: Them's not winkles, dearie, them's whelks Stephens: Well, can I have some whelks then?
Breeze: No you can't! You'll only swallow `em, shells an' all Now look what happened the other day Your father and I were just in time to stop you swallowing the front wheel of a steam roller
Stephens: Why don't I keep my big mouth shut!
Billy Cotton: Nah then Missus Do you want these `ere whelks, cos they're lovely
Breeze: If you don't want the whelks don't muck `em abaht And move yer pram and let the others in (You're blocking the doorway) Lovely two eyed kippers, take `em for the nippers Take a hake or a nice cod steak Roes or trout for the old man's gout They're lovely, they're all fresh in today So if you don't want the whelks don't muck `em abaht If you don't want `em other people may
Breeze: All nice and juicy
Stephens: Alive-alive-o, alive-alive-o, singing cockles and mussels, alive-alive-o
Comment Faire Pour Oublier Italian Title: Prigionera Composer(s): M. Safka; M. Jourdan; P. Botkin; B. de Vorzon Performer(s): Dalida
La raison voudrait chasser parfois notre pensée Lequel de nous n'a pas rêvé de perdre la mémoire Pourtant il faut souvent, bâtir avec nos souvenirs L'avenir
La, la, la... Valse, valse le monde Danse dans la ronde Dites-moi comment faire pour oublier
Nous sommes tous les prisonnières de ceux qu'on a aimé Toutes les joies qui ne sont plus C'est comme un vide immense Sans toi je vois s'ouvrir des fleurs Mais pourtant c'est l'hiver Dans mon cur La, la, la...
Valse, valse le monde Danse, danse la ronde Dites-moi comment faire pour oublier Valse, valse le monde Danse, danse la ronde Dites-moi que le soleil reviendra
Roll Over Lay Down Composer(s): J. Coghlan; A. Lancaster; R. Parfitt; F. Rossi; R. Young Performer(s): Status Quo
When I got home that night early one morning Seeing the note written in ink pinned to the door Taking a drink cool from the fridge from the table I drank a toast you were the most the night before
Roll over lay down and let me in Roll over it's a long way where I've been Roll over lay down and let me in Roll over lay down
When I get home tomorrow night after this morning Show me the care you showed in the note the night before Maybe I won't take a drink from the table Reckon I'll lay me straight down the floor
Roll over lay down and let me in Roll over it's a long way where I've been Roll over lay down and let me in Roll over lay down
When I get home tomorrow night after this morning Show me the care you showed in the note the night before Maybe I won't take a drink from the table Reckon I'll lay me straight down the floor
Roll over lay down and let me in Roll over it's a long way where I've been Roll over lay down and let me in Roll over lay down
The Wheel Of Hurt Composer(s): Charlie Singleton - Eddie Snyder Performer(s): Al Martino
When the wheel of hurt comes wheeling round to you
Youre gonna know what it means to be lonely Youre gonna know what it means to be blue Youre gonna know how it feels to feel your heart breaking in two When the wheel of hurt comes wheeling round to you
Ill see you cryin bitter tears, one day baby (One day Baby) Ill hear you say youre sorry we are through (Sorry were through) But Ill be the first one to help you, cos you need someone thats true When the wheel of hurt comes wheeling round to you
Youre gonna learn the truth the hard way And when you do youll always know That its bad luck to hurt somebody When that somebody loves you so
It may be today, or it may be tomorrow (May be tomorrow) Youll have to pay when your payment is due (Payment is due) And maybe then youll realise how much pain you put me through When the wheel of hurt comes wheeling round to you When the wheel of hurt comes wheeling round to you
Comment Ça Va ((Dutch Version: Comment Ça Va (De Sjonnies)) Composer(s): Eddy de Heer Performer(s): The Shorts; René Simard
Comment ça va Comme ci, comme ci, comme ci, comme ça Tu ne comprends rien à l'amour Restez la nuit, restez toujours
Comment ça va Comme ci, comme ci, comme ci, comme ça Tu ne comprends rien à l'amour Restez la nuit, restez toujours
Holiday in paris Sunday afternoon Meeting a French girl Ev'ning walk by moon So we were dancing on the music And I was waiting for my chance I only didn't understand her When she said in French
Fell in love in Paris Didn't know what to do Walking with my girl Rendez-vous for two I was afraid to kiss my baby Didn't know what she'd say Drinking wine by evening In a small café
I ask her to kiss me Asked for something more She didn't understand me Like I didn't before
Roll Over Beethoven
((French Versions: Au Rythme Et Au Blues (by Johnny Hallyday) - 1964); Repose Beethoven (by Eddy Mitchell) - 1964))
Composer(s): Chuck Berry
First release by: Chuck Berry - 1956
Covered by multiple other artists
I'm gonna write a little letter Gonna mail it to my local DJ It's a rockin' rhythm record I want my jockey to play Roll over Beethoven, I gotta hear it again today
You know, my temperature's risin' And the jukebox blowin' a fuse My heart's beatin' rhythm And my soul keeps on singin' the blues Roll over Beethoven, and tell Tchaikovsky the news
I got the rockin' pneumonia I need a shot of rhythm and blues I think I'm rollin' arthritis Sittin' down by the rhythm review Roll over Beethoven, rockin' in two by two
well, if you feel you like it go get your lover, then reel and rock it roll it over, and move on up just a trifle further, and reel and rock it, roll it over roll over Beethoven, rockin' in two by two.
Well, early in the mornin' I'm a-givin' you a warnin' Don't you step on my blue suede shoes Hey diddle diddle, I'm a-playin' my fiddle Ain't got nothin' to lose Roll over Beethoven and tell Tchaikovsky the news
You know she wiggles like a glow worm Dance like a spinnin' top She got a crazy partner Oughta see 'em reel and rock 'long as she got a dime the music will never stop
Roll over Beethoven Roll over Beethoven Roll over Beethoven Roll over Beethoven Roll over Beethoven and dig these rhythm and blues
The Wheel Composer(s): Jerry Garcia - Robert Hunter - Bill Kreutzmann Performer(s): Grateful Dead
The wheel is turning and you can't slow down You can't let go and you can't hold on You can't go back and you can't stand still If the thunder don't get you then the lightning will
Won't you try just a little bit harder Couldn't you try just a little bit more? Won't you try just a little bit harder Couldn't you try just a little bit more?
Round, round robin run around Got to get back to where you belong Little bit harder, just a little bit more Little bit further than you gone before
The wheel is turning and you can't slow down You can't let go and you can't hold on You can't go back and you can't stand still If the thunder don't get you then the lightning will
Small wheel turn by the fire and rod Big wheel turnin' by the grace of God Every time that wheel turn 'round Bound to cover just a little more ground Bound to cover just a little more ground
The wheel is turning and you can't slow down You can't let go and you can't hold on You can't go back and you can't stand still If the thunder don't get you then the lightning will
Won't you try just a little bit harder Couldn't you try just a little bit more? Won't you try just a little bit harder Couldn't you try just a little bit more?
Comment Ça Fait? - 1979 (aka Je Vais Te Secouer - 1996) Adapted from: Not Fade Away - 1979 Composer(s): Eddy Mitchell; Buddy Holly; Norman Petty Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell - 1979
Vu comme ça, t'es blanc comme de la craie Tu es du genre qui ne marche pas au lait Pour toi l'amour n'est plus ce qu'il était Un jour faudra qu' tu me dises comment ça fait Oh oui un jour faudra qu' tu me dises comment ça fait
Tu gagnes la course on te donne le bouquet Tu es dernier personne ne te connaît Tu dis que tu pars qu' t'auras du succès Sur le quai d'la gare, tu n'as qu'un billet de quai Oh oui un jour faudra qu' tu me dises comment ça fait
La vie c'est dur, t'en fait pas j' la connais On s'y fait bien, oui mais longtemps après J'aimais pas les coups mais j' les méritais Un jour faudra qu' je te dise comment ça fait Oh oui un jour faudra qu' je te dise comment ça fait
Un jour faudra qu' je te dise comment ça fait Un jour faudra qu' je te dise comment ça fait Oh oui un jour faudra qu' je te dise comment ça fait Un jour faudra qu' je te dise comment ça fait
Roll On Down The Highway Composer(s): Randy Bachman; Robin Peter Kendall; Charles Fred Turner Performer(s): Bachman-Turner Overdrive; BTO Spider; The Countdown Singers; The Donnas
We rented a truck and a semi to go Travel down the long and winding road Look on the map I think we've been here before Close the doors let's roll once more
Cop on the corner, look he's startin' to write I don't need no ticket so I screamed out of sight Drove so fast that my eyes can't see Look in the mirror is he still followin' me?
Let it roll down the highway Let it roll down the highway Roll, roll
Look at the sign, we're in the wrong place Come on boys, let's get ready to race 454 coming over the hill The man on patrol, is going to give us a bill
The time's real short, you know the distance is long I'd rather have a jet but it's not in the song Climb back in the cab, cross your fingers for luck We gotta keep movie' if we're going to make a buck
If it wasn't for your wellies where would you be You'd be in the hospital or infirmary 'Cause you would have a dose of the flu or even pleurisy If you didn't have your feet in your wellies
Oh wellies they are wonderful, oh wellies they are swell 'Cause they keep out the water and they keep in the smell And when you're sitting in a room you can always tell When some bugger takes off his wellies
Comme Une Symphonie
((Adapted from: Come Sinfonia (Pino Donaggio) - 1961))
Composer(s): Pino Donaggio - Hubert Ithier
Performer(s): Dalida - 1961
Rêve, Rêve mon amour mon rêve Dans la nuit entière resplendit Ta lumière
Chéri lorsque de toi je rêve un chant se lève Du ciel descend le cur des anges le monde change La vie devient une symphonie toute en lumière Douce et claire, douce et claire Et toi tu viens tout près, tout près de moi
Tout bas dans la nuit irréelle ta voix m'appelle Du ciel descend le cur des anges le monde change Ma vie devient une symphonie toute en lumière Magnifique, pathétique Qui prend tous les visages de l'amour
Ma vie sera cette symphonie toujours fidèle Eternelle, éternelle qui fait d'un rêve la réalité C'est toi, c'est toi, c'est toi
