Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Schön Ist Der Morgen (Adapted from: Morning Has Broken - 1971) (Spanish Version: Ha Roto El Alba) Composer(s): Eleanor Farjeon; Gisela Zimber Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri
Schön ist der Morgen Schau aus dem Fenster Ganz neu geboren Schenkt er den Tag Nimm ihn und freu dich Danke und denke Wieder kommt für mich Ein neuer Tag
Schön ist der Morgen Singen die Lerchen Ganz ohne Sorgen Freu'n sie sich nur Nimm dir ein Beispiel Sei mehr zufrieden Oft willst du zuviel Frag mal warum
Schön ist der Morgen Sonne und Regen Du bist geborgen Solang du glaubst Kommen und gehen Können die Stunden Alles verstehen Kann der Mensch nie
Schön ist der Morgen Fang wieder neu an Gestern und Sorgen Alt und vorbei Danke und denke Das die Welt schön ist Darum verschenke Nie deinen Tag
Ringing The Bells For Jim Composer(s): June Carter Cash; Jan Howard Performer(s): Johnny Cash
The Father heard church bells at midnight A wrong time for church bells to chime He went to the tower, found a little girl there Said, "Why ring the bells at this time?"
"I'm just ringing the bells for Jim, please Father Ringing the bells for Jim I'm sorry I'm cryin', but my brother Jim's dyin' So I'm ringing the bells for Jim"
"Please father pray for him this Christmas He's sick and he's in so much pain The doctors all say he'll be gone any day So I must ring the bells again"
"I'm just ringing the bells for Jim, please Father Ringing the bells for Jim I'm sorry I'm cryin', but my brother Jim's dyin' So I'm ringing the bells for Jim"
On the day after Christmas she brought him Said "Father, heed little Jim You see he got well when he heard the church bells I was ringing the bells for Jim"
"I'm just ringing the bells for Jim, please Father Ringing the bells for Jim I'm sorry I'm cryin', but my brother Jim's dyin' So I'm ringing the bells for Jim"
Schieß Die Lichter Aus Performer(s): Ulla Meinecke
Der Raum platzt vor Leuten und kalter Musik Wieder ein neues Glassplitterstück Du lachst wie ein Kind und lehnst in der Tür Ich will nicht mehr tanzen, ich will zu Dir Die Luft is zum Schneiden und klebt auf der Haut Und der Typ neber mir tratscht viel zu laut Mir ist so danach romantisch zu sein Ich will mit Dir flüstern Doch dazu müßt ich schrein Schieß die Lichter aus Schick sie alle nach Haus Ich will jetzt keine Musik Nur Deinen blonden Blick Ich will dich lachen sehn Jeder flirtet mit jedem, jetzt ist es soweit Und keiner glaubt keinem, alle wissen Bescheid Eisen glühn im feuer, und da brennt die Luft Ich wart nur noch drauf, daß noch jemand ruft Der Raum platzt vor Leuten und kalter Musik Wieder ein neues Glassplitterstück Du lachst wie ein Kind und lehnst in der Tür Ich will nicht mehr tanzen, ich will zu Dir Schieß die Lichter aus....
Ring Those Christmas Bells
Composer(s): Marvin Fisher; Gus Levene
Performer(s): Peggy Lee
and multiple other artists
Some folks like to hear a Christmas song
But I like Christmas bells that go ding dong
Jingle-jangle, ding-a-ling, or just bing-bong
I love to hear 'em ring
Oh, ring those Christmas bells
Ring those Christmas bells
While they chime we'll have a happy time
So ring those Christmas bells
Up above the stars are clear and bright
While all around the snow is soft and white
Santa and his reindeer soon will be in sight
And you will hear him sing
Oh, ring those Christmas bells
Ring those Christmas bells
While they chime we'll have a happy time
So ring those Christmas bells
For the music of an open sleigh
When ev'ry jolly jingle seems to say
"Happy, happy, happy, happy holiday!"
Come on and join the fun!
Oh, ring those Christmas bells
Ring those Christmas bells
While they chime we'll have a happy time
So ring those Christmas bells
Here is a news flash! We have just heard that Father Christmas is unable to do his rounds this year due to industrial trouble in Greenland Therefore, a replacement must be found!
We are going over now to the office of Renta Santa Miss Singleton, who has actually applied for the job? "Paul McCartney, Stevie Wonder, Alice Cooper, Elton John" Same old faces, hey?
Have you any suggestions of your own? "Take a chance with someone new, you'll see" Good idea Now, here's a face we all know Football star, Georgie Best George, what have you been doing lately? "Sitting in the sun, waiting for a senorita to show" Splendid!
And now we have Mr. Edward Heath Sir, we know you're out of work right now, but Don't you think you look rather foolish standing there In a red costume and false beard? "It's just a silly phase I'm going through" Tell us, what did Margaret Thatcher say when She saw you dressed like this? "She stood there laughing"
Oh dear, well here's someone whose not been laughing Too much either; rock star and tax exile, Rod Stewart "I'm an ordinary guy, and my pockets are empty" Rod, what did you tell the tax department When you returned to this country? "I can't give you anything" But Rod, we all have to pay tax "But not half as much as I do" Really? "No, not half as much as I do"
Over here, we are very fortunate to have the Man who trains Santa's reindeers Sir, we understand you actually speak to these animals What do you say to them? "Ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh" And what is their reply? "What chu, chu, chu, chu" What does that mean exactly? "That means, I offer my love to you" Amazing!
And now we've got Mr. Spock from Star Fleet Command! How did you get here? "Look at me, can't you see, I'm beaming all over?" Oh, and now they're ready with the results They are about to be announced
And the man whose been chosen is Mr. Uri Geller
Well, Uri, this is really wonderful Everyone's delighted! Now, I'm sure we'd all like to see a party trick before you leave What are you going to do for us? "I took my magic wand, and 'poof', I have me fun!" And look what's happening here It's Bendy! "Hey, what does? What's happening"
Hey! You've bust me record player! Player.....player.....player.....player.......
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
