Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Scorn Not His Simplicity Composer(s): Phil Coulter; Bill Martin Performer(s): Phil Coulter and multiple other artists
See the child With the golden hair Yet eyes that show the emptiness inside Do we know Can we understand just how he feels Or have we really tried
See him now As he stands alone And watches children play a children's game Simple child He looks almost like the others Yet they know he's not the same
Scorn not his simplicity But rather try to love him all the more Scorn not his simplicity Oh no Oh no
See him stare Not recognizing the kind face That only yesterday he loved The loving face Of a mother who can't understand what she's been guilty of
How she cried, tears of happiness the day the doctor told her it's a boy Now she cries tears of helplessness and thinks of all the things he can't enjoy
Scorn not his simplicity But rather try to love him all the more Scorn not his simplicity Oh no Oh no
Only he knows how to face the future hopefully Surrounded by despair He won't ask for your pity or your sympathy But surely you should care
Scorn not his simplicity But rather try to love him all the more Scorn not his simplicity Oh no Oh no Oh no
Santa And The Doodle-Li-Boop Composer(s): Alan Abel Performer(s): Art Carney
Once upon a time there was a little boy named Tommy one day he wrote a letter to Santa Claus up in the North Pole and said:"Dear Santa I've been a good little boy all year so I am writing you now to say
All I want for Christmas is a Doodle-li-Boop, a Doodle-li-Boop, a Doodle-li-Boop All I want for Christmas is a Doodle-li-Boop, Doop billy-bee-ala, Doodle-li-Boop"
When Santa read the letter he was very much surprised because he hadn't had anyone asking for a Doodle-li-Boop in a long time It was the day before Christmas, so he went to the toy factory and went looking for a Doodle-li-Boop, he looked high and he looked low but there was no single Doodle-li-Boop in sight Santa went through the toy factory singing
"Has anybody seen a Doodle-li-Boop, a Doodle-li-Boop, a Doodle-li-Boop? Has anybody seen a Doodle-li-Boop, Doop billy-bee-ala, Doodle-li-Boop?"
When none of his helpers know where there might be a Doodle-li-Boop in sight so Santa went home slowly and sadly, singing
"Oh, where, oh where is a Doodle-li-Boop, a Doodle-li-Boop, a Doodle-li-Boop? Oh, where, oh where is a Doodle-li-Boop, Doop billy-bee-ala, Doodle-li-Boop?"
When Santa came home, Mrs. Santa Claus opened the door and said to him "Santa you look so tired and unhappy What's wrong?"
Santa said "Little Tommy asked for a Doodle-li-Boop, a Doodle-li-Boop, a Doodle-li-Boop Little Tommy asked for a Doodle-li-Boop, Doop billy-bee-ala, Doodle-li-Boop"
"But there's none in sight anywhere and it's almost time for delivering my Christmas toys" Why don't you look into the closet? Said Mrs. Santa Claus With a start Santa jumped up and ran over to the closet, opened the door and out came hundreds of Doodle-li-Boops picking one up and putting it quickly in his bag Santa went on his way to deliver his Christmas toys, singing
"Little Tommy is gonna get a Doodle-li-Boop, a Doodle-li-Boop, a Doodle-li-Boop Little Tommy is gonna get a Doodle-li-Boop, a Doodle-li-Boop, a Doodle-li-Boop
Sant Josep i la mare de Deu Feren companyia bona Partien de Natzaret Natzaret a la bona hora "Don dorondon", la Mare canta i el Fillet dorm
No troben posada enlloo De tant que la gent es pobre Si no es un barraconet To ple de joncs i de boga "Don dorondon", la Mare canta i el Fillet dorm
Sant Josep va a cercar foc A la ciutat i no en troba Quan Sant Josep fou tornat Deslliurada en fou l'Esposa "Don dorondon", la Mare canta i el Fillet dorm
Scissor Man Composer(s): Andy Partridge First release by: XTC - 1979 Covered by: Primus - 1998
Snipping, snipping, snipping goes the scissor man Putting end to evil doers games Snipping, snipping, snipping goes the scissor man Maybe you are in his book of names Maybe you are in his book of names
So be kind and helpful to your mother Just think twice before you try and steal When he cuts with sticky silver snippers You may find the wounds will never heal
All self made bad boys If you refuse to believe he exist You won't be frightened when you find out You're on his list You're on his list You're on his list
So be good and never poison people Just think twice before the deed is done When you wake up guilty in the morning You may find important pieces gone
Pardons Composer(s): Jacques Brel; Jacques Vigouroux Performer(s): Jacques Brel
Pardon pour cette fille Que l'on a fait pleurer Pardon pour ce regard Que l'on quitte en riant Pardon pour ce visage Qu'une larme a changé Pardon pour ces maisons Où quelqu'un nous attend Et puis pour tous ces mots Que l'on dit mots d'amour Et que nous employons En guise de monnaie Et pour tous les serments Qui meurent au petit jour Pardon pour les jamais Pardon pour les toujours
Pardon de ne plus voir Les choses comme elles sont Pardon d'avoir voulu Oublier nos vingt ans Pardon d'avoir laissé S'oublier nos leçons Pardon de renoncer A nos renoncements Et puis de se terrer Au milieu de sa vie Et puis de préférer Le salaire de Judas Pardon pour l'amitié Pardon pour les amis
Pardon pour les hameaux Qui ne chantent jamais Pardon pour les villages Que l'on a oubliés Pardon pour les cités Où nul ne se connaît Pardon pour les pays Faits de sous-officiers Pardons d'être de ceux Qui se foutent de tout Et de ne pas avoir Chaque jour essayé Et puis pardon encore Et puis pardon surtout De ne jamais savoir Qui doit nous pardonner
Same Old Lang Syne Composer(s): Dan Fogelberg Performer(s): Dan Fogelberg; Mari L. McCarthy; Jim Wilson
Met my old lover in the grocery store The snow was falling, Christmas Eve I stole behind her in the frozen foods And I touched her on the sleeve
She didn't recognize the face at first But then her eyes flew open wide She went to hug me and she spilled her purse And we laughed until we cried
We took her groceries to the checkout stand The food was totalled up and bagged We stood there lost in our embarrassment As the conversation dragged
We went to have ourselves a drink or two But couldn't find an open bar We bought a sixpack at the liquor store And we drank it in her car
We drank a toast to innocence We drank a toast to now And tried to reach beyond the emptiness But neither one knew how
She said she'd married her an architect Who kept her warm and safe and dry She would have liked to say she loved the man But she didn't like to lie
I said the years had been a friend to her And that her eyes were still as blue But in those eyes I wasn't sure If I saw doubt or gratitude
We drank a toast to innocence We drank a toast to time Reliving in our eloquence Another 'auld lang syne'...
The beer was empty and our tongues were tired And running out of things to say She gave a kiss to me as I got out And I watched her drive away
Just for a moment I was back at school And felt that old familiar pain And as I turned to make my way back home The snow turned into rain The snow turned into rain
Science Fiction/Double Feature Composer(s): Richard O'Brien Performer(s): Richard O'Brien and multiple other artists
Michael Rennie was ill The Day the Earth Stood Still But he told us where we stand And Flash Gordon was there in silver underwear Claude Rains was The Invisible Man Then something went wrong for Fay Wray and King Kong They got caught in a celluloid jam Then at a deadly pace, It Came From Outer Space And this is how the message ran.....
Science fiction (Ooh-ooh-ooh) double feature Doctor X (Ooh-ooh-ooh) will build a creature See androids fighting (Ooh-ooh-ooh) Brad and Janet Anne Francis stars in (Ooh-ooh-ooh) Forbidden Planet Woh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh At the late night, double feature, picture show
I knew Leo G. Carroll was over a barrel When Tarantula took to the hills And I really got hot when I saw Janette Scott Fight a Triffid that spits poison and kills Dana Andrews said prunes gave him the runes And passing them used lots of skills But When Worlds Collide said George Pal to his bride I'm gonna give you some terrible thrills Like a.....
Science fiction (Ooh-ooh-ooh) double feature Doctor X (Ooh-ooh-ooh) will build a creature See androids fighting (Ooh-ooh-ooh) Brad and Janet Anne Francis stars in (Ooh-ooh-ooh) Forbidden Planet Woh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh At the late night, double feature, picture show I wanna go, Oh-oh-oh-oh To the late night, double feature, picture show By R.K.O., Woh-oh-oh-oh To the late night, double feature, picture show In the back row, Oh-oh-oh-oh To the late night, double feature, picture show
Science fiction, double feature Frank has built and lost his creature Darkness has conquered Brad and Janet The servants gone to a distant planet Woh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh At the late night, double feature, picture show I want to go Oh-oh-oh-oh To the late night, double feature, picture show
Sailing Home For Christmas Composer(s): Lewis Anderson Performer(s): Doug Stone
They looked out their windows At the ocean that surrounds them In the service of their country Sailin' to a foreign shore Tomorrow will be Christmas And they wish that they could be home Their wives and children need them But their country needs them more
But, they'll be sailin' home for Christmas Sailin' home for Christmas Where a welcome candle in the window gleams They'll be sailin' home for Christmas Sailin' home for Christmas Sailin' home for Christmas in their dreams
Tomorrow they'll serve turkey And they'll sing the Christmas carols They'll talk about their family Their mothers and their sons It's the strangest contradiction Singin' songs of peace and sharing As they man the battle weapons Hopin' war will never come
But, they'll be sailin' home for Christmas Sailin' home for Christmas Where a welcome candle in the window gleams They'll be sailin' home for Christmas Sailin' home for Christmas Sailin' home for Christmas in their dreams
Maybe someday they won't have to Be there anymore When they all start to live the things We have Christmas for
They'll be sailin' home for Christmas Sailin' home for Christmas Where a welcome candle in the window gleams They'll be sailin' home for Christmas Sailin' home for Christmas Sailin' home for Christmas in their dreams
School's Out Composer(s): Alice Cooper; Michael Bruce; Glen Buxton; Dennis Dunawa; Neal Smith First release by: Alice Cooper - 1972 Covered by multiple other artists
Well, we got no choice All the girls and boys Makin' all that noise 'Cause they found new toys Well, we can't salute ya Can't find a flag If that don't suit ya That's a drag
School's out for summer School's out forever School's been blown to pieces
No more pencils No more books No more teacher's dirty looks
Well, we got no class And we got no principles And we got no innocence We can't even think of a word that rhymes
School's out for summer School's out forever School's been blown to pieces
No more pencils No more books No more teacher's dirty looks Out for summer Out 'til fall We might not go back at all
School's out forever School's out for summer School's out with fever School's out completely
Rusty Chevrolet Composer(s): Jim DeCaire; Joe Potila Performer(s): Da Yoopers; The Deer Hunters
Dashing through the snow in my rusty Chevrolet Down the road I go, sliding all the way I need new piston rings I need some new snow tires My car is held together by a piece of chicken wire!
Oh, rust and smoke, the heater's broke, the door just blew away I light a match to see the dash and then I start to pray-ay The frame is bent, the muffler went, the radio's okay Oh, what fun it is to drive this rusty Chevrolet!
I went to IGA, to get some Christmas cheer I just passed up my left front tire and it's gettin' hard to steer Speeding down the highway, right past the county cops I have to drag my swampers just to get the car to stop
Oh, rust and smoke, the heater's broke, the door just blew away I light a match to see the dash and then I start to pray-ay The frame is bent, the muffler went, the radio's okay Oh, what fun it is to drive this rusty Chevrolet!
Bouncing through the snowdrifts in a big, blue cloud of smoke People laugh as I drive by; I wonder what's the joke! I have to get to Wal-Mart to pick up my layaway Cause Santa's comin' soon in his big, old, rusty sleigh!
Oh, rust and smoke, the heater's broke, the door just blew away I light a match to see the dash and then I start to pray-ay The frame is bent, the muffler went, the radio's okay Oh, what fun it is to drive this rusttttttttty Chevroooooooleeeeeet!
School Teacher Composer(s): Larry Cansler; Michael Martin Murphey Performer(s): Kenny Rogers & The First Edition
Open the windows, Virginia Let the wind blow the papers away Don't know if you've got it in ya' Just like a dunce in the eighth grade You'll soon be an old maid School teacher, rule creature, cool creature, school teacher
You're a beginner, Virginia Simple arithmetic shows a delay Do all the sums deep within 'ya Oh yes, and then assign the grade You'll soon be an old maid School teacher, rule creature, cool creature, school teacher
Your soul's in limbo, Virginia You found a formula for your mistakes God doesn't know where to send 'ya The Bible's black opaque keepsakes When your red hair's turning gray School teacher, rule creature, cool creature, school teacher
Run Rudolph Run
Composer(s): Johnny Marks; Marvin Lee Broadie
First release by: Chuck Berry - 1958
Covered by multiple other artists
Out of all the reindeer you know you're the mastermind Run, run Rudolph, Randalph's not too far behind Run, run Rudolph, Santa's got to make it to town Randalph he can hurry, he can take the freeway down And away went Rudolph a whizzing like a merry-go-round
Said Santa to a boy child "What have you been longing for?" "All I want for Christmas is a Rock and Roll electric guitar" And away went Rudolph a whizzing like a shooting star
Run, run Rudolph, Santa's got to make it to town Can't you make him hurry, tell him he can take the freeway down And away went Rudolph a whizzing like a merry-go-round
Said Santa to a girl child "What would you like most to get?" "I want a little baby doll that can cry, scream and wet" And away went Rudolph a whizzing like a Saber jet
Run, run Rudolph, run, run Rudolph, a running like a son-of-a-gun
School Love Composer(s): Lynsey De Paul; Barry Blue Performer(s): Barry Blue
School love - school love
The only thing you learn in school is ABC But all I wanna know about is you and me I went and told the teacher 'bout the thing we found But all she said to me is that you're out of bounds in
School love, school love Even though we broke the rule I only wanna be ruled in School love, school love You an' I will be together, end-of-term until forever
They never ever teach you in history And yet we seem to learn about it easily I went and wrote 'I love you' on the classroom wall I wanted ev'ry one to know the way to fall in
School love, school love Even though we broke the rule I only wanna be ruled in School love, school love You and I will be together, end-of-term until forever
After school, oh, I'll be walkin' you home Just me and you - my very own - very own
School Is Out Composer(s): Gene Barge; Gary "U.S." Bonds Performer(s): Gary "U.S." Bonds
(A-one, a-two, a-one-two-three-four)
No more books an' studies Now, I can stay out late with my buddies I can do the things that I a-wanna do 'Cause all my exams are through
I can root for the Yankees from the bleachers An' don't have to worry 'bout teachers An' I'm so glad that school is out I could a-sing an' shout!
(School is out) Everybody' gonna have some fun (School is out) Everybody' gonna jump an' run (School is out) C'mon a-people don't a-you be late (School is out) I just got time to take my girl out on a date
A-school is out at last An' I'm so glad I passed So everybody come an' go with me We' gonna have A Night with "Daddy 'G'"
A-blow, Daddy!
That's great! Let's celebrate! A play a-choo-choo, now! A-do the Continental, oh! Oh-eeyeah! The party's here!
(School is out) Everybody' gonna have some fun (School is out) Everybody' gonna jump an' run (School is out) Come on people don't a-you be late (School is out) I just got time to take my girl out on a date
School is out at last An' I'm so glad I passed Everybody come an' go with me We're gonna have A Night with "Daddy 'G'"
Round and round the Christmas tree Presents hanging there for you and me Lights all shining merrily Christmas a week away
Lights all shining merrily Christmas a week away La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Wishing, hoping, boxes to open But we agree it's right to wait Turkey and dressing, after the blessing And there's just a night to wait
Round and round the Christmas tree Opening presents with the family One for you and two for me Oh what a Christmas Day Oh what a Christmas Day Oh what a Christmas Day Oh what a Christmas Day Oh what a Christmas Day
School Days (When We Were A Couple Of Kids) Composer(s): Will Cobb; Gus Edwards Performer(s): Byron G. Harlan and multiple other artists
Nothing to do, Nellie Darling Nothing to do you say Let's take a trip on memory's ship Back to the bygone days Sail to the old village school house Anchor outside the school door Look in and see, there's you and there's me A couple of kids once more
School days, school days Dear old golden rule days Readin' and 'ritin' and 'rithmetic Taught to the tune of the hickory stick You were my queen in calico I was your bashful barefoot beau And you wrote on my slate, "I love you, Joe" When we were a couple of kids
'Member the hill, Nellie Darling And the oak tree that grew on its brow They've built forty storeys upon that old hill And the oak's an old chestnut now 'Member the meadows so green, dear So fragrant with clover and maize Into new city lots and preferred bus'ness plots They've cut them up since those days
School days, school days Dear old golden rule days Readin' and 'ritin' and 'rithmetic Taught to the tune of the hickory stick You were my queen in calico I was your bashful barefoot beau And you wrote on my slate, "I love you, Joe" When we were a couple of kids
