Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Second Week Of Deer Camp Composer(s): Jim DeCaire; Joe Potila Performer(s): Da Yoopers; The Deer Hunters; Brian Doherty
Someone: Hey, there goes one! Someone Else: Hey! You shot my cow!
It's the second week of deer camp I got a swollen head I'm lying with the dustballs Underneath my bed An icy breeze is blowing in Through the tongue and groove My pants are frozen to the floor And I'm too sick to move
I didn't do too many Only 30 cans of beer It must have been that last shot That put me under here
It's the second week of deer camp And all the guys are here We drink, play cards and shoot da bull But never shoot no deer The only time we leave the camp Is when we go for beer The second week of deer camp Is the greatest time of year
I remember playing poker That weasel must have won He's wearing my new swampers And sleeping with my gun He's snoring like a chainsaw The camp smells like a dump Someone's dirty underwear Is hanging on the pump
Mukku's in the woodbox Eener's passed out on the stove His flannel shirt is smoking I wonder if he knows?
It's the second week of deer camp And all the guys are here We drink, play cards and shoot da bull But never shoot no deer The only time we leave the camp Is when we go for beer The second week of deer camp Is the greatest time of year
Vito's crawling through the door I think he got frostbite He passed out in the outhouse And he's been there since last night Goofus stumbles through the door He says he got a buck He was coming from the wayside And he killed it with his truck!
And Musti cracks a beer and says "It's time to celebrate! Goofus got the first buck Since 1968!"
It's the second week of deer camp And all the guys are here We drink, play cards and shoot da bull But never shoot no deer The only time we leave the camp Is when we go for beer The second week of deer camp Is the greatest time of year
It's the second week of deer camp And all the guys are here We drink, play cards and shoot da bull But never shoot no deer...
Shipbuilding Composer(s): Clive Langer; Elvis Costello First release by: Robert Wyatt - 1982 Covered by multiple other artists
Is it worth it A new winter coat and shoes for the wife And a bicycle on the boy's birthday It's just a rumour that was spread around town By the women and children Soon we'll be shipbuilding Well I ask you The boy said 'Dad They're Going To Take Me To Task But I'll Be Back By Christmas' It's just a rumour that was spread around town Somebody said that someone got filled in For saying that people get killed in The result of this shipbuilding With all the will in the world Diving for dear life When we could be diving for pearls It's just a rumour that was spread around town A telegram or a picture postcard Within weeks they'll be re-opening the shipyards And notifying the next of kin Once again It's all we're skilled in We will be shipbuilding With All The Will In The World Diving For Dear Life When We Could Be Diving For Pearls
Second Handed Flowers Composer(s): Tom T. Hall Performer(s): Tom T. Hall; George Jones; James King
I was working in Miami for a day or two I decided I'd look up a girl that I once knew I bought some flowers and went to see the girl I used to know The lady at her door said she had married long ago
Times will change and towns will change, but there I was alone And suddenly I wondered would Susie be at home So with the flowers in my hand I walked toward her gate Someone touched me on the arm and said, "You'll have to wait"
Then I noticed there were people standing in a line And some of them were holdin' pretty flowers just like mine They explained that Susie had been in an awful crash Doctors said that she had just a little while to last
When I walked into her room I felt a sense of shame When I heard Susie whisper, "I'm awfully glad you came" She had been the girl that I had always gone to see When someone that I cared for had been untrue to me
I handed her the flowers and she gently kissed my hand She said, "Don't be embarassed, you know I understand" I said goodbye and as I bent to kiss her fevered brow I heard her whisper, "Thank you for the second handed flowers"
The Birthday Of A King
Composer(s): William Neidlinger
Performer(s): Judy Garland
and multiple other artists
In the little village of Bethlehem
There lay a Child one day
And the sky was bright
With a Holy light
O'er the place where Jesus lay
Alleluia, O how the angels sang!
Alleluia, how it rang!
And the sky was bright with a Holy light
'Twas the birthday of a King
Humble birthplace but oh how much God gave
To us that holy day!
From the manger bed what a path has led
What a perfect holy way
Alleluia, O how the angels sang!
Alleluia, how it rang!
And the sky was bright with a Holy light
'Twas the birthday of a King
Second Fiddle Rag Composer(s): Doug Bowes; Marie-Lynn Hammond Performer(s): Stringband
My man plays in a barroom band he's got one pair of lightning hands well he sits in the middle and he plays jazz fiddle right beside the big trombone oh it's dark when he goes out to work and light when he gets home
I asked my man to show me how to play he said `forget it sugar that'll be the day you know this may be 1931 but a woman belongs at home baking pies and making eyes at the man she calls her own'
So I bought me a fiddle on the sly and a crank-up gramophone I can't go wrong I'm playing along with Stephane Grappelli he turns me to jelly I'm learning tricks and real swell licks while my man is snoring away goodbye Yehudi hello Venuti my how that kid can play...
Well did you hear the news my man has done left town he ran off with that old Marjorie Brown oh I cried for a little then I grabbed my fiddle and I went down the the bar I said `Hey boss listen you're missin' a musician but you don't have to look too far
'Cause here I am better grab me while you can or I'll be struttin' my stuff in ol' Ina Ray Hutton's all girl band
The Best Gift Composer(s): Lan O'Kun Performer(s): Barbra Streisand; Rosemary Clooney; Kathie Lee Gifford
The best gift That I ever got Didn't really weigh a lot It didn't have a ribbon 'round And it sometimes made the terrible sound The best of all it seems to me It wasn't neath the christmas tree And yet, I guess I'd have to say That it made all the other presents twice as gay The best gift that I've ever known I'd always wanted most to own Yet in my dreams of sugar and spice I never thought it could be so nice The best gift that I ever get Was sometimes dry and sometimes wet Was usually pink but oftentimes red As it lay so innocently in its bed The best gift of the year to me The one I hold most dear to me A gift that simply drove me wild Was a tiny new born child...
Second Fiddle Composer(s): Cavanaugh; Redman; Irving Taylor; Weldon Performer(s): Juanita Hall and multiple other artists
I was playing second fiddle I was caught in a losing romance You were also second fiddle You, too, played the game with no chance We were losers, we were weepers They called us birds of a feather Now we're finders, now we're keepers Two aching hearts got together We were playing second fiddle Then we met and gave love a new start No more playing second fiddle Now that we're first in each other's heart
The Bells Of Christmas Composer(s): Cahn; James Van Heusen Performer(s): Frank Sinatra
The bells, the bells, ringing everywhere For the sound of Christmas is in the air The bells, the bells, from the steeple above Telling us it's the season of love
Ring out, let the tale be told That inspires the dream of the young and old Love, love, let your hearts unfold For the bells of Christmas are ringing
The bells, the bells, on a wintry night With the friendly fire burning warm and bright The bells, the bells, on the steeple above Telling us it's the season of love
Ring out, let the tale be told Tthat inspires the dream of the young and old Love, love, let your hearts unfold For the bells of Christmas are ringing
The bells, the bells, they've been here and now To a world that's almost forgotten how The bells, the bells, from the steeple above Telling us it's the season of love
Ring out, let the tale be told That inspires the dream of the young and old Love, love, let your hearts unfold For the bells of Christmas are ringing The bells of Christmas are ringing
Second Avenue Composer(s): Tim Moore Performer(s): Art Garfunkel; Tim Moore; Tim Rose
Since we can no longer make it, girl I found a new place to live my life It's really no place at all Just a hole in the wall, you see It's cold and dusty but I let it be Livin' here without you On Second Avenue And since our stars took different paths I guess I won't be shavin' in your looking glass Guess my old friendly grin Must have started to dim, somehow And I certainly don't need it now Still, I keep smiling through On Second Avenue I can still see you standing There on the third-floor landing The day you visited we hardly said a word Outside it was rainin' You said you couldn't be stayin' And you went back to your flowers and your birds Since we can no longer see the light The way we did when we kissed that night Then all the things that we felt Must eventually melt and fade Like the frost on my window pane Where I wrote, "I Am You" On Second Avenue
The Bells Of Christmas Composer(s): Kenny Loggins; Steve Wood Performer(s): Kenny Loggins
Imagine a boy Kneeling by the window Lookin out across the driveway at the rain Will it always rain
I remember the bells Comin' from the churchyard And I thought they played their music just for me And day by day The rain turned to snow I don't hear them anymore
The bells of Christmas will ring for us again When we truly do believe what Christmas really means So light a candle that every man may see The world of hope and promise Like the one we knew back when and We'll ring the bells of Christmas once again
There was a girl Lived around the corner With eyes as black as Mary's must have been I wonder does she miss her friend
I remember the day All the bells were ringing As I watched her cross the churchyard in the snow And all my searching For all I lack Is just trying to get that feeling back
The bells of Christmas will ring for us again When we truly do believe what Christmas really means So light a candle that every man may see A world of hope and promise Like the one we knew back when and We'll ring the bells of Christmas once again
The future of the world, they say Is in the children's hands Perhaps if we could let them lead We'd come to understand
The bells of Christmas will ring for us again When we truly do believe what Christmas really means So light a candle that every man may see Like the one we knew back when and We'll ring the bells of Christmas once again We'll ring the bells of Christmas once again
Sèche Vite Tes Larmes (German Version: Liebeskummer Lohnt Sich Nicht) Composer(s): G. Loose; James Last; H. Ithier) Performer(s): Dalida
Sèche vite tes larmes, sèche vite tes larmes Tu n'as pas raison de tant pleurer Sèche vite tes larmes à travers tes larmes Un nouveau soleil vient se montrer
Puisqu'il t'a menti Laisse-le partir Ce garçon était volage Tu es si jolie Il te faut guérir L'amour a d'autres visages
Sèche vite tes larmes, sèche vite tes larmes Tu n'as pas raison de tant pleurer Au fond de son âme la plus faible femme A toujours espoir de mieux aimer
Il n'est pas le seul Et d'autres garçons Tu le sais voudraient te plaire Ouvre ta fenêtre Le printemps est là Et pour toi le ciel s'éclaire
Sèche vite tes larmes, sèche vite tes larmes Tu n'as pas raison de tant pleurer Sèche vite tes larmes derrière tes larmes Un nouveau soleil vient de briller
Sèche vite tes larmes, sèche vite tes larmes Ton chagrin n'est plus qu'un souvenir Sèche vite tes larmes, sèche vite tes larmes Ton nouveau bonheur C'est de sourire
Liebeskummer Lohnt Sich Nicht (French Version: Sèche Vite Tes Larmes) Composer(s): Christian Bruhn; Georg Buschor Performer(s): Siw Malmkvist and multiple other artists
Liebeskummer lohnt sich nicht, my darling schade um die Traenen in der Nacht Liebeskummer lohnt sich nicht, my darling weil schon Morgen dein Herz darueber lacht
Im Hof da spielte sie mit Joe von vis a vis doch dann zog er in eine andere Stadt Wie hat sie da geweint um ihren besten Freund da gab ihr die Mama den guten Rat
Liebeskummer lohnt sich nicht, my darling schade um die Traenen in der Nacht Liebeskummer lohnt sich nicht, my darling weil schon Morgen dein Herz darueber lacht
Mit achtzehn traf sie Jim, sie traemte nur von ihm zum ersten Mal verliebt, das war so schoen Doch Jim der war nicht Treu und alles war vorbei da konnte sie es lange nicht verstehn
Liebeskummer lohnt sich nicht, my darling schade um die Traenen in der Nacht Liebeskummer lohnt sich nicht, my darling weil schon Morgen dein Herz darueber lacht
Bis dann der eine kam, der in den Arm sie nahm nun gehen sie durch ein Leben voller Glueck Und gibt's von Zeit zu Zeit mal einen kleinen Streit dann denkt sie an das alte Lied zurueck
Liebeskummer lohnt sich nicht, my darling schade um die Traenen in der Nacht Liebeskummer lohnt sich nicht, my darling weil schon Morgen dein Herz darueber lacht
The Bell That Couldn't Jingle Composer(s): Burt Bacharach; Larry Kusik Performer(s): Burt Bacharach; and various other artists
Then Santa said Jack Frost will bring my Christmas gift to you and on Christmas Eve you'll jingle just like you were brand new A Christmas bell was cryin' and Santa heard it say I just can't seem to jingle and I can't go on the sleigh Then Santa soon discovered the reason that it cried The bell that couldn't jingle It had nothin' there inside
Then Santa said Jack Frost will bring my Christmas gift to you and on Christmas Eve you'll jingle just like you were brand new Then Jack Frost froze a teardrop so each time that it swayed The bell that couldn't jingle it went jingling all the way
The bell that couldn't jingle it went jingling all the way
Then Santa said Jack Frost will bring my Christmas gift to you and on Christmas Eve you'll jingle just like you were brand new Then Jack Frost froze a teardrop so each time that it swayed The bell that couldn't jingle it went jingling all the way
The bell that couldn't jingle it went jingling all the way it went jingling all the way it went jingling all the way
Seca D'água Composer(s): Patativa do Assaré Performer(s): Raimundo Fagner
É triste para o Nordeste o que a natureza fez Mandou cinco anos de seca e uma chuva em cada mês E agora em 85 mandou tudo de uma vez A sorte do nordestino é mesmo de fazer dó Seca sem chuva é ruim Mas seca dágua é pior Quando chove brandamente depressa nasce um capim Dá milho, arroz e feijão, mandioca e amendoim Mas com em 85 até o sapo achou ruim Maranhão e Piauí estão sofrendo por lá Mas o maior sofrimento é nessas bandas de cá Pernambuco, Rio Grande, Paraíba e Ceará A sorte do nordestino é mesmo de fazer dó Seca sem chuva é ruim Mas seca dágua é pior O Jaguaribe inundou a cidade de Iguatu E Sobral foi alagada pelo Rio Acaraú O mesmo estrago fizeram Salgado e Banabuiu Ceará martirizado, eu tenho pena de ti Limoeiro, Itaíçaba, Quixeré e Aracati Faz pena ver o lamento dos flagelados dali Seus doutores governantes da nossa grande nação O flagelo das enchentes é de cortar coração Muitas famílias vivendo sem lar, sem roupa, sem pão
A sorte do nordestino é mesmo de fazer dó Seca sem chuva é ruim Mas seca dágua é pior
The Ballad Of The Christmas Donkey Performer(s): Ed Ames
Long ago, in another day A donkey cried in his donkey way I'm not beautiful, I'm not beautiful What good to anyone am I
Other animals are big and strong Or rare or filled with an animal song But I'm not beautiful, I'm not beautiful What good to anyone am I
Heaven cried...donkey you can carry Will you carry Mary...angels for your guide
On Christmas morn', in the stable hay The donkey smiled in his donkey way I feel beautiful, I feel beautiful As beautiful as anyone am I.... As..beautiful..as..anyone...am......I
Sébastien Composer(s): Eddy Marnay; André Popp Performer(s): Marie Laforêt
La fête qu'on fera Quand Sébastien viendra Avec son grand chapeau Avec sa belle auto Dessous son toit ouvrant Comme un vrai président Avec son grand cigare Avec tous ses dollars La belle fête qu'il aura En rentrant du Vézuénéla
On dit qu'il a fait là-bas Sa fortune dans les tabacs Après avoir dirigé Trois ou quatre cabarets La belle fête qu'on arrangera Quand il reviendra du Vézuénéla Pour Sébastien pour Sébastien Pour Sébastien pour Sébastien
Chez nous il n'était bon Qu'à garder les moutons Avec son gros manteau Avec son vieux pipeau En somme c'est grâce à moi S'il est parti là-bas Avec ses gros sabots Avec son sac au dos
Sébastien voulait m'épouser Et moi je lui ai ri au nez Si c'était pareil aujourd'hui Je crois que je dirais oui Pourvu bien sûr qu'il n'est ni : Trop grossi ni trop vieilli Mais faudrait pas Qu'avec tout son argent Il soit dev'nu trop intelligent Cher Sébastien Vieux Sébastien Grand Sébastien Beau Sébastien
When I was young I had dream Movin' to the city, sight unseen Nineteen years of age I packed up my bags Hollywood was all the rage I came to you in 1984 You showed me in, then you shut the door It didn't take me long to learn to play the game A kick in the head always feel the same
Los Angeles, you're a fucking whore Hollywood, you're an open sore I played it well, and I played it fast Livin' slow was in the past Chicks and drugs and gettin' burnt Just a few of the things I learnt Got sick and tired of being scared as hell A wasted man, just a shell of myself But that was then, and this is now My pretty baby, I've changed somehow
Los Angeles, you've lost your grip Drugs and lies and whores suckin' dick
I don't know if I could do things differently LA had me for so long When I look I can see things differently What does't kill me makes me strong Los Angeles, I didn't sell my soul to you Los Angeles, you thought you would kill me You thought you could take me down Fuck that, power to me
Sometimes it goes like this Sometimes it's the only way, to learn it A kick in the head
All Together Now Composer(s): John Lennon - Paul McCartney First recording/First release by: The Beatles - 1967/1969 Covered by multiple other artists
One two three four Can I have a little fore five six seven eight nine ten I love you
A B C D Can I bring my friend to tea E F G H I J I love you
Bom bom bom bompa bom Sail the ship Bompa bom Chop the tree bompa bom Skip the rope bompa bom Look at me
All together now All together now All together now All together now All together now All together now All together now All together now
Black white green red Can I take my friend to bed Pink brown yellow orange and blue I love you
All together now All together now All together now All together now All together now All together now All together now All together now All together now All together now All together now All together now All together now All together now All together now All together now Bom bom bom bompa bom Sail the ship Bompa bom Chop the tree bompa bom Skip the rope bompa bom Look at me
All together now All together now All together now All together now All together now All together now All together now All together now All together now All together now All together now All together now All together now All together now All together now All together now
