Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Ouais Je t'emmènerai sur le Scénic railway Si c'est ce que tu veux C'est facile Ouais Je t'emmènerai sur le Scénic railway On verra ça demain C'est promis Mais ne te sens-tu pas Quelque peu inconsciente Tout ce qu'aimer veut dire Le sauras-tu un jour Ouais Je t'emmènerai sur le Scénic railway Tu n'as que ça en tête C'est terrible
Ouais Je t'emmènerai sur le Scénic railway Mais ces émotions-là C'est facile Ouais Je t'emmènerai sur le Scénic railway Et cesse de bouder C'est d'accord Je t'y verrai ainsi Que je te veux cruelle Agrippée à mon bras Par tes ongles blessé Ouais Je vais te sembler un peu cynique ouais ouais Y a pas que les machines Pour s'envoyer en l'air
She's Got It Composer(s): Little Richard; John Marascalco Performer(s): Little Richard
There's a sweet little girl that lives down the street Some people think she's square but I think she's sweet You can see her every day, strollin' up and down the way Lookin' so pretty and this is what I say
She's got it Ooh baby, she's got it Ooooh baby, she's got it I can't do without her
Big blue eyes, long black hair Dimpled cheeks and she's no square
Ruby lips, shapely hips When she walks down the street all the cats flip
She loves to sing, hot rod queen She's real gone in everything
She loves to sing, hot rod queen She's real gone in everything
When the music's hot, she loves to bop She'll dance till the jukebox pop
She's got it Ooh baby, she's got it Ooooh baby, she's got it I can't do without her Yeah, she's got it Oh-oh, she's got it Ooooh, she's got it Yeah-yeah, she's got it Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Yeah-yeah-yeah, hey Aaaaaaaahhh...
Scenes From An Italian Restaurant Composer(s): Billy Joel Performer(s): Billy Joel and multiple other artists
A bottle of white, a bottle of red Perhaps a bottle of rose instead We'll get a table near the street In our old familiar place You and I--face to face
A bottle of red, a bottle of white It all depends on your appetite I'll meet you any time you want In our Italian Restaurant
Things are okay with me these days Got a good job, got a good office Got a new wife, got a new life And the family's fine We lost touch long ago You lost weight I did not know You could ever look so good after So much time
I remember those days hanging out At the village green Engineer boots, leather jackets And tight blue jeans Drop a dime in the box play the Song about New Orleans Cold beer, hot lights My sweet romantic teenage nights
Brenda and Eddie were the popular steadies And the king and the queen of the prom Riding around with the car top down and the radio on Nobody looked any finer Or was more of a hit at the Parkway Diner We never knew we could want more than that out of life Surely Brenda and Eddie would always know how to survive
Brenda and Eddie were still going steady in the summer of '75 When they decided the marriage would be at the end of July Everyone said they were crazy "Brenda you know you're much too lazy Eddie could never afford to live that kind of life" But there we were wavin' Brenda and Eddie goodbye
They got an apartment with deep pile carpet And a couple of paintings from Sears A big waterbed that they bought with the bread They had saved for a couple of years They started to fight when the money got tight And they just didn't count on the tears
They lived for a while in a very nice style But it's always the same in the end They got a divorce as a matter of course And they parted the closest of friends Then the king and the queen went back to the green But you can never go back there again
Brenda and Eddie had had it already By the summer of '75 From the high to the low To the end of the show For the rest of their lives They couldn't go back to the greasers The best they could do was pick up the pieces We always knew they would both find a way to get by That's all I heard about Brenda and Eddie Can't tell you more than I told you already And here we are wavin' Brenda and Eddie goodbye
A bottle of red, and bottle of white Whatever kind of mood you're in tonight I'll meet you anytime you want In our Italian Restaurant
Redneck 12 Days Of Christmas
Composer(s): Jeff Foxworthy; Doug Grau; P.D. Scots Pipe Band; Scott Rouse; Tim Wilson
Performer(s): Jeff Foxworthy; The Wacky Redneck Hillbillies
Wow, somebody done been to the WalMart!
Man, this is the stuff I got for Christmas
Well you cleaned up!
Whadya git?
Five flannel shirts
Four big mud tires
Three shotgun shells
Two hunting dogs
... And some parts to a Mustang GT
Hey Bubba, you got gypped -- there's 12 days to Christmas
I know that, I got it covered
Look over in the corner
That's yours too?
Yea!
Twelve-pack of Bud
Eleven Wrastling tickets
Ten o' Copenhagen
Nine years probation
Eight table dancers
Seven packs of Redman
Six cans of Spam
Five flannel shirts
Four big mud tires
Three shotgun shells
Two hunting dogs
... And some parts to a Mustang GT
Man, this ain't normal Christmas presents!
No, they're redneck gifts!
Redneck gifts?
Yea, you know, like
if you buy your wife earrings that double as fishing lures
Or, if you can burp the entire chorus of "Jingle Bells"
Perhaps if you think "The Nutcracker" is something you did off a high-dive
Or, if you've ever misspelled something in Christmas lights
Or, if you leave cold beer and pickled eggs for Santa Claus
What's wrong with that?
I didn't say anything wrong with it...
It's hard to beat...
Twelve-pack of Bud
Eleven Wrastling tickets
Ten o' Copenhagen
Nine years probation
Eight table dancers
Seven packs of Redman
Six cans of Spam
Five flannel shirts
Four big mud tires
Three shotgun shells
Two hunting dogs
... And some parts to a Mustang GT
Well, you can't really consider it a Christmas
'less you go down to the penitentiary and visit your mama
You're not listenin' to me!
Get the car key outta your ear
That's where the nine years probation comes in...
I'm gonna do it for ya again
Now listen...
Twelve-pack of Bud
Eleven Wrastling tickets
Ten o' Copenhagen
Nine years probation
Eight table dancers
Seven packs of Redman
Six cans of Spam
Five flannel shirts
Four big mud tires
Three shotgun shells
Two hunting dogs
... And some parts to a Mustang GT
Scende La Pioggia ((Adapted from: Elenore (The Turtles - 1968))
Composer(s): John Barbata - Howard Kaylan - Al Nichol - Jim Pons - Mark Volman - Franco Migliacci
Performer(s): Gianni Morandi - 1968
and multiple other artists
Tu nel tuo letto caldo, io per strada al freddo ma non è questo che mi fa triste Qui fuori dai tuoi sogni l'amore sta morendo ognuno pensa solo a se stesso Scende la pioggia ma che fa crolla il mondo addosso a me per amore sto morendo! Amo la vita più che mai appartiene solo a me voglio viverla per questo! E basta con i sogni, ora sei tu che dormi ora il dolore io non conosco Quello che mi dispiace è quel che imparo adesso ognuno pensa solo a se stesso Scende la pioggia...
Scatterbrain Composer(s): Khan Keene; Carl Bean; Frankie Masters; Johnny Burke Performer(s): Frankie Masters and multiple other artists
Everyone who sees you says, fascinating face Heavens, what a figure and, goodness me, what grace Everyone who meets you must lose his heart, I find Then he's sure to lose his mind
You're as pleasant as the morning And refreshing as the rain Isn't it a pity that you're such a scatterbrain When you smile it's so delightful When you talk it's so insane Still it's charming chatter, scatterbrain
I know I'll end up apoplectic But there's nothing I can do It's just the same as being in a hurricane And though my life will be too hectic I'm so much in love with you Nothing else can matter You're my darling scatterbrain
You're as gay as New Year parties You're as sweet as sugarcane But when you get serious, you're such a scatterbrain When we dance I think it's heaven Till about the third refrain Then you start your patter, scatterbrain
Perhaps I'm much too analytic But I'm up the well-known tree I've tried to understand your double-talk in vain Yet, won't you please forgive your critic 'Cause you mean so much to me Nothing else can matter You're my darling scatterbrain
Pretty Snow Flakes Composer(s): Luigi Creatore; Hugo Peretti; David Plattner Performer(s): Patti Page
It's winter, it's winter the snow fell last night It fell on the tree tops and painted them white The children are playing their faces are bright Oh what a wonderful sight
Pretty snow flakes Pretty snow flakes falling down from the sky How I wonder where you come from as you flutter by Did winter's magic hand send you down to bless the land
Pretty snow flakes Pretty snow flakes falling down from the sky Pretty snow flakes Pretty snow flakes hello and goodbye
The pond by the old mill is covered with ice The fires are glowing and everything's nice The whole world is smiling and bundled up tight Oh what a wonderful sight
Pretty snow flakes Pretty snow flakes falling down from the sky How I wonder where you come from as you flutter by Did winter's magic hand send you down to bless the land
Pretty snow flakes Pretty snow flakes falling down from the sky Pretty snow flakes Pretty snow flakes hello and goodbye
Pretty snow flakes Pretty snow flakes hello and goodbye
She's Gonna Win Your Heart Composer(s): Billy Burnette; Hank Williams Performer(s): Eddy Raven
I know just how you feel When you see my baby dance across the floor And I know you'd like to steal her love I know I've been there before
I can see the way she's lookin' at you I'm runnin' out of time I used to feel the same way too When I was tryin' to make her mine
She's gonna win your heart She always gets her way She knew right from the start How to play her part She's gonna win your heart
She can be so very nice Melt you down like ice With all her charms Pick you up to paradise I've been there once or twice in her arms
When my baby's running free Takes a stronger man than me To hold her down Maybe you've got what she needs So it's your turn to try and stop her runnin' round
She's gonna win your heart She always gets her way She knew right from the start How to play her part She's gonna win your heart
If I thought the time was right I would try with all my might To make her stay But I won't put up a fight 'Cause I know she don't love me anyway
And I know ...
And I know she's gonna win your heart She always gets her way She knew right from the start How to play her part She's gonna win your heart
Yes I know she's gonna win your heart She knows just what to say
She knew right from the start How to play her part
Scary Voices Composer(s): Andy Summers Performer(s): Andy Summers
I have tried to succeed everything I do is scaring me To possess to have won everything that's underneath the sun Scary voices echo in my head I can see I am blind everyone I love I leave behind Hold on and take control hold on and save your soul be sure before you rise hold on it's in your eyes I have tried to succeed everything I do is scaring me
Scary Monsters (And Super Creeps) Composer(s): David Bowie First release by: David Bowie - 1980 Covered by multiple other artists
She had an horror of rooms she was tired you can't hide beat When I looked in her eyes they were blue but nobody home
She could've been a killer if she didn't walk the way she do and she do She opened strange doors that we'd never close again
She began to wail jealousies scream Waiting at the light know what I mean
Scary monsters, super creeps Keep me running, running scared
Scary monsters, super creeps Keep me running, running scared
She asked me to stay and I stole her room She asked for my love and I gave her a dangerous mind Now she's stupid in the street and she can't socialise Well I love the little girl and I'll love her till the day she dies
She wails Jimmy's guitar sound jealousies scream Waiting at the light know what I mean
Scary monsters, super creeps Keep me running, running scared
Scary monsters, super creeps Keep me running, running scared
Scary monsters, super creeps Keep me running, running scared
Scary monsters, super creeps Keep me running, running scared
Please Daddy (Don't Get Drunk This Christmas) Composer(s): Bill Danoff; Taffy Nivert Performer(s): John Denver; Alan Jackson; Redneck Party Band
Please Daddy, dont get drunk this Christmas I dont wanna see my Mumma cry Please Daddy, dont get drunk this Christmas I dont wanna see my Mumma cry
Just last year when I was only seven And now Im almost eight as you can see You came home at a quarter past eleven Fell down underneath our Christmas tree
Please Daddy, dont get drunk this Christmas I dont wanna see my Mumma cry Please Daddy, dont get drunk this Christmas I dont wanna see my Mumma cry
Mumma smiled and looked outside the window She told me son, you better go upstairs Then you laughed and hollered Merry Christmas I turned around and saw my Mummas tears
Please Daddy, dont get drunk this Christmas I dont wanna see my Mumma cry Please Daddy, dont get drunk this Christmas I dont wanna see my Mumma cry No, I dont wanna see my Mumma cry
Please Come Home For Christmas
Composer(s): Charles Brown; Gene Redd
First release by: Charles Brown - 1960
Covered by multiple other artists
Bells will be ringing the glad, glad news Oh, what a Christmas to end the blues My baby's gone, I have no friends To wish me greetings, ooh, once again
Choirs will be singing Silent Night Christmas carols by candlelight Please come home for Christmas Please come home for Christmas If not for Christmas, by New Year's night
Friends and relations send salutations Sure as the stars shine above This is Christmas, yeah, Christmas my dear The time of year to be with the one you love
So won't you tell me you'll never more roam Christmas and New Years will find you home Please come home for Christmas Please come home for Christmas If not for Christmas by New Year's night
There'll be no more sorrow no grief and pain And I'll be happy, happy once again
Bongo Bingo Composer(s): Mack David; Jay Livingston Performer(s): Carmen Miranda, Dean Martin, Jerry Lewis
In San Domingo (JL) Re-bah There's bongo bingo (JL) Re-bah re-bah It's quite the thing-o (JL) Aw-wah In San Domingo (JL) Aw-wah aw-wah That's where the gang go (JL) Ole To bongo bingo (JL) Re-bah ole And the fandango (JL) Aw-wah ole In San Domingo (JL) Ole ole ole oh Ole (JL) Ole ee-to Ole (JL) Ole ee-to Ole (JL) Ole ee-to ole ee-to hoo hoo
The castinets they get a play Castinets make you sway
The bongo bingo (JL) Ay-yi bingo And you'll be king-o (JL) Ay-yi bingo In San Domingo (JL) Oh bongo bingo If you know how to sway You can learn how to play Just the way that they play in San Domingo If you beat when you hum Just repeat it on a drum And they'll know that you've come to San Domingo
Bongo bingo (CM) Bingo bingo bingo bingo ay-ay-ay-ay Go where the gang go (JL&CM) .. noise .. And learn the lingo (JL&CM) .. noise .. And you fandango (JL&CM) .. noise .. In San Domingo (JL&CM) .. noise .. Just bingo bongo (JL&CM) .. noise .. Just bongo bingo (JL&CM) .. noise .. And we go king-o (JL&CM) .. noise .. In San Domingo (CM) Bango
(All) Bango bingo bye bye two three four five six ole
Pine Cones And Holly Berries Composer(s): Meredith Willson Performer(s): Hank Jones; The Osmonds
Pine cones and Holly Berries Popcorn for you, apples for me Red striped candy, nut cracker handy Kettle a-bubbleing hot as can be Snow clouds hang low and threatening Maybe it won't, praying it may The brightest fireplace glows in every face Waiting for Christmas day
There'll be walk-a-round songs And talk-a-round songs Songs of the inn and stable There'll be morning time songs And evening time songs And grace at every table And Jingle bells will jingle all the way all day
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas Everywhere you go There's a tree in the Grand Hotel One in the park as well The sturdy kind that doesn't mind the snow It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas Soon the bells will start And the thing that will make them ring Is the carol that you sing Right within your heart
Petite Étoile De Noël Composer(s): Raymond Legrand; J. Daniel Norman; G. Diamant Performer(s): Tino Rossi
Au pas lent de leurs chevaux Qui sont chargés de cadeaux Quittant leurs palais et les rois mages Vont dans un tout petit village Perdu dans la nuit bleue Qui leur a dit? Qui les conduit? En cette nuit
Petite étoile de Noël Tu luis d'un éclat surnaturel Eclairant la petite étable Où l'enfant Dieu est né pour nous Petite étoile de Noël Montre-nous dans le bleu du ciel L'humble toit, la petite étable Où l'enfant Roi est venu jusqu'à nous Marie au regard si doux Et les bergers à genoux Le regardent sourire aux anges Le gros buf taché de roux L'agneau blanc, l'âne debout Nous attendent au rendez-vous Entend dans la nuit de Noël Jésus ton grand amour éternel Et suivons la petite étoile Petite étoile de Noël
Scarborough Fair/Canticle
((Adapted from: "Scarborough Fair" (Shirley Collins) - 1959 and "The Side Of A Hill" (Paul Simon) - 1965))
Composer(s): Paul Simon - Art Garfunkel
Performer(s): Simon & Garfunkel - 1966
and multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1968 - La Fiera Del Perdono (I Califfi)
1970 - Lilja Ruusu Ja Kirsikkapuu (Kirka)
2004 - Chèvrefeuille Que Tu Es Loin (Nana Mouskouri)
Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
(On the side of a hill in the deep forest green) Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme (Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground) Without no seams nor needlework (Blankets and bedclothes a child of the mountains) Then she'll be a true love of mine (Sleeps unaware of the clarion call) Tell her to find me an acre of land
(On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves) Parsley, sage, rosemary, & thyme (Washed is the ground with so many tears) Between the salt water and the sea strand (A soldier cleans and polishes a gun) Then she'll be a true love of mine
Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather
(War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions) Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme (Generals order their soldiers to kill) And to gather it all in a bunch of heather (And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten) Then she'll be a true love of mine
Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine
Petit Pasqua Noël Composer(s): Martiney; Girardot Performer(s): Chanson Plus Bifluorée
C'est la belle nuit de Noël Dans le fourgon, c'est l'allégresse Les casques pointés vers le ciel Emus les petits CRS Avant de fermer leurs visières Font une dernière prière
Petit Pasqua Noël Quand tu descendras du ciel Avec des matraques dorées N'oublie pas ton traîneau blindé Car avant de partir Il faudra bien te couvrir Les gens sont si durs Avec toi Oh mon pauvre petit Pasqua
Il me tarde tant que le jour se lève Pour voir si nous pouvons charger Et puis matraquer tous ces jeunes en grève Que nous t'avions commandés
Petit Pasqua Noël Quand tu descendras du ciel Avec des matraques dorées N'oublie pas ton traîneau blindé Petit Pasqua Noël
