Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
Dit blog (met dank aan seniorennet) is enkel voor NIET-commerciële doeleinden. Alle songteksten zijn uitsluitend eigendom van hun respectievelijke copyright eigenaars; dus ga de muziek kopen die je mooi vindt, zo steun je de artiest.
NON-profit, non-commercial blog, to help preserve the songs of our youth; hence for entertainment only. All lyrics are the copyright of their respective owners; you are encouraged to go buy their music.
Secret Lovers Composer(s): David Lewis; Wayne Lewis Performer(s): Atlantic Starr
(Her) Here we are, just the two of us togetHer Takin' this crazy chance to be all alone We Both know that we should not be togetHer Cause if were found out, it could mess up Both our happy homes
(Him) I hate to think about us all meetin' up togetHer Cause as soon as I look at you it will show on my face, yeah Then theyll know that weve been loving each otHer We cant let em know, no, no, no We cant leave a trace
(Both) Secret lovers, yeah, thats what we are We shouldn't be togetHer But we cant let go, no, no Cause we love each otHer so Ooh ooh
(Her) Sittin at home, I do nothin all day But I think about you and hope that youre okay Hopin youll call before anyone gets home I wait anxiously alone by the phone
(Him) How could something so wrong be so right I wish we didnt have to keep our love out of sight, yeah Livin' two lives just aint easy at all But we gotta hang on in tHere or fall
(Both) Secret lovers, yeah, thats what we are Tryin so hard to hide the way we feel Cause we Both belong to someone else But we cant let go Cause what we feel is, oh, so real So real, so real
(Both) You and me, are we fair Is this cruel or do we care Can they tell whats in our minds Maybe theyve had secret loves all of the time
(Him) In the middle of makin' love we notice the time We Both get nervous cause its way after nine (Her) Even though we hate it, we know its time that we go We gotta be careful so that no one will know
(Both) Secret lovers, yeah, thats what we are Tryin so hard to hide the way we feel Cause we Both belong to someone else But we cant let go Cause what we feel is, oh, so real So real, so real
The Christmas Blues Composer(s): Sammy Cahn; David Holt Performer(s): Dean Martin
The jingle bells are jingling The streets are white with snow The happy crowds are mingling But there's no one that I know
I'm sure that you'll forgive me If I don't enthuse I guess I've got the Christmas blues
I've done my window shopping There's not a store I've missed But what's the use of stopping When there's no one on your list You'll know the way I'm feeling When you love and you lose I guess I've got the Christmas blues
When somebody wants you Somebody needs you Christmas is a joy of joy But friends when you're lonely You'll find that it's only A thing for little girls and little boys
May all your days be merry Your seasons full of cheer But 'til it's January I'll just go and disappear Oh Santa may have brought you some stars for your shoes But Santa only brought me the blues Those brightly packaged tinsel covered Christmas blues
Oh Santa may have brought you some stars for your shoes But Santa only brought me the blues Those brightly packaged tinsel covered Christmas blues
The Chipmunk Song (Christmas Don't Be Late)
Composer(s): Ross Bagdasarian
Performer(s): The Chipmunks
and multiple other artists
All right you Chipmunks!
Ready to sing your song?
I'll say we are!
Yeah!
Let's sing it now!
Okay, Simon?
Okay!
Okay, Theodore?
Okay!
Okay, Alvin? Alvin? Alvin!
Okay!!!
Christmas, Christmas time is near
Time for toys and time for cheer
We've been good, but we can't last
Hurry Christmas, hurry fast
Want a plane that loops the loop
Me, I want a hula hoop
We can hardly stand the wait
Please Christmas, don't be late
Okay fellas get ready
That was very good, Simon
Naturally
Very good Theodore
Ahhh
Ah, Alvin, you were a little flat, watch it
Ah, Alvin, Alvin, Alvin!
Okay
Want a plane that loops the loop
I still want a hula hoop
We can hardly stand the wait
Please Christmas, don't be late
We can hardly stand the wait
Please Christmas, don't be late
Very good, boys
Lets sing it again!
Yeah, lets sing it again!
No, That's enough, lets not overdo it
What do you mean overdo it?
We want to sing it again!
Now wait a minute, boys
Why can't we sing it again?
Alvin, cut that out..
Theodore, just a minute
Simon will you cut that out?
Boys.....
Secret Agent Man Composer(s): Phil Sloan; Steve Barri First release by: Johnny Rivers - 1966 Covered by multiple other artists
There's a man who lives a life of danger To everyone he meets, he stays a stranger With every move he makes Another chance he takes Odds are he won't live to see tomorrow
Secret agent man, secret agent man They've given you a number And taken away your name
Beware of pretty faces that you find A pretty face can hide an evil mind Don't let the wrong word slip While kissing persuasive lips Or odds are you won't live to see tomorrow
Secret agent man, secret agent man They've given you a number And taken away your name
Swinging on the Riviera one day Lying in a Bombay alley next day Be careful what you say Or you'll give yourself away Odds are you won't live to see tomorrow
Secret agent man, secret agent man They've given you a number And taken away your name
The Chimney Song Composer(s): Dennis Amero; Bob Rivers; Brian Silva Performer(s): Bob Rivers
There's something stuck up in the chimney And I don't know what it is But it's been there all night long Well, I waited up for Santa all Christmas night But he never came and it don't seem right And there's something in the chimney And it doesn't make a sound But I wish you Merry Christmas
There's something stuck up in the chimney And I don't know what it is But it's been there all week long Well, the dog keeps barking up the chimney flue And we don't know what we're going to do 'Cause there's something in the chimney And it doesn't move around And it's been a week since Christmas
There's something stuck up in the chimney And I don't know what it is But it's been there all month long Well, it's jammed up tight above the fireplace Now the house smells funny, such a big disgrace That there's something in the chimney And it doesn't talk at all And it's been there since last Christmas
There's something stuck up in the chimney And I don't know what it is But it's been there all year long I'll been waiting up for Santa like I did last year But my brother says, "He's already here" And he's stuck up in the chimney And he doesn't say a word And he'll be there every Christmas And we'll have him every Christmas
Secret Composer(s): Tom Kelly; Rick Nielsen; Billy Steinberg; Robin Zander Performer(s): Robin Zander
Baby come close So no one can hear I want to whisper something whisper something In your ear I want to tell you things That I told no one else I want to tell you things From deep inside myself
Ow ow ow cause I have to whisper Ow ow ow
Can you keep a secret Locked inside your heart Can you keep a secret It's tearing me apart If I, if I trust in you Will you give it back to me Can you keep a secret
What good is a door If it's always kept shut What could happen to me If I open up I want to tell you things Beacause I'm surprised girl I hope you won't be distant Look in my eyes
Oh, oh, oh come a little closer oh, oh oh
But can you keep a secret Locked up in your heart Can you keep a secret It's tearing me apart If I give my love to you Would you give it back to me Ooh can you keep a secret
Children's Christmas Song
Composer(s): Isabelle Freeman - Harvey Fuqua
Performer(s): Diana Ross & The Supremes
Ding dong, ding dong, hear the bell Ringing out the first Noël Joyeus chimes ring loud and clear Spreading word the saviour's here
Humble men kneel down to pray On this very special day Wise men bearing gifts of love Following a star above
No come on kids, I want you to gather around me, unfould your legs on the floor And we're gonna tell the story about the first Christmas Alright Chico, open your book Joy, Berry, Terry, everybody open your book and we're gonna sing the song And when I say Ding and Dong, I want you to say the same with me Alright ready? Aaha now, open your books Good, let's go, yes Now!
Ding dong, ding dong, hear the bell Ringing out the first Noël Joyeus chimes ring loud and clear Spreading word the saviour's here
Humble men kneel down to pray On this very special day Wise men bearing gifts of love Following a star above
Very good, now darlings And now we're gonna sing ding dong to all the children around the world and wish them a very merry Christmas, alright? Ready?
Ding dong, ding dong, hear the bell Ringing out the first Noël Joyeus chimes ring loud and clear Spreading word the saviour's here
Humble men kneel down to pray On this very special day Wise men bearing gifts of love Following a star above
Second Hand Rose Composer(s): James Hanley; Grant Clarke Performer(s): Ted Lewis Jazz Band - 1921 and multiple other artists
Father has a business strictly second hand Everything from toothpicks to a baby-grand Stuff in our apartment came from fathers store Even clothes Im wearing someone wore before Its no wonder that I feel abused I never get a thing that aint been used Im wearing second hand hats Second hand clothes Thats why they call me Second hand Rose Even our piano in the parlor Daddy bought for ten cents on the dollar Second hand pearls Im wearing second hand curls I never get a single thing thats new Even Jake, the plumber, hes a man I adore He had the nerve to tell me hes been married before! Everyone knows that Im just Second hand Rose From second Avenue! From Second Avenue!
The Carol Singers Composer(s): Sir William Sterndale Bennett; Charles Haynes
In our village, Christmas time, I says to several mates "Look 'ere, lads," I says, "Now what about some Waits?" We gets a carol, lairns it up, and on an evenin' wintry We muffles up and sallies forth to try it on the Gentry "Good King Wenceslas looked out," sings we with splendid power Several neighbours looked out too, to see what all the row were! We sings forte (sounded like a hundred) Even in the soft bits 'ow we thundered Bill, our bass, 'e 'urt 'is face , we thought that it was torn Yet all agreed there were none like we to 'ail the 'appy morn
Perkins took the treble line (a lovely voice 'e's got) I were tenor, Bill were bass, and Fred sang all the lot! 'E wandered up and down the scale, but still 'e rather marred it All cos 'e never knew the words, and so 'e "lah-lah-lahed" it "Lah-lah-lah-lah looked out" sings 'e with splendid power Several neighbours looked out, too, to see what all the row were! We sings forte (sounded like an 'undred) Even in the soft bits 'ow we thundered Every verse got worse and worse, and though we all felt worn Yet all agreed there were none like we to 'ail the 'appy morn
Still we never got no cash, which didn't seem quite just Seein' we'd stood there for hours, a-singin' fit to bust Then our policeman, old Bob Bates, comes down, a-scowlin' proper "Good old Bob", young Perkins cries, "At last we've got a copper!" Good King Wenceslas looked out, we still kept on recordin' Bob said "yes, you'll come too, it's seldom I've heard more din" Then a change came o'er the situation Bob got nasty and took us to the station "Look 'ere, Bates, we're Christmas Waits," I says to him with scorn He said, with a sneer, "Now wait in here and greet the 'appy morn"
Second Hand Dealer Composer(s): Frank Allen; Mike Pender Performer(s): The Searchers
A painted jug without a handle A torn and shabby faded rug He's a secondhand dealer Getting deeper into debt He's a secondhand dealer And he wants what he can get for nothing
His body's broken like that handle His clothes are shabby like that rug He's a secondhand dealer Dragging rubbish up a stair He's a secondhand dealer Breathing heavy 'cause the air costs nothing
Trips on a ????? Knocks a cuckoo clock onto the floor Leans on a table Which collapses and falls right into the door of a cupboard
Secondhand dealer with his eyes so dim that it could be night Secondhand dealer, it's a pity for he's not a pretty sight A man in such a poor condition Can't have so very long to go For the secondhand dealer life is quickly rushing by And the secondhand dealer will be glad 'cause he can die for nothing
Gets out a bottle He's a heavy whiskey-drinkin' man Walkin' in circles, doesn't see the stairs He falls and breaks his neck, he's a goner
Secondhand dealer with his eyes so dim that it could be night Secondhand dealer, it's a pity for he's not a pretty sight
Will anybody mourn his passing Will they pull down the dirty shop Of the secondhand dealer, can we say that someone cried? For the secondhand dealer, he was born and then died for nothing For nothing, secondhand dealer
The Borning Day Composer(s): Fred Hellerman; Fran Minkoff Performer(s): The Brothers Four
Mary and the baby hungry Yes, we know what hungry be So we bring them peas and rice And a little ginger tea Only pigeon peas and rice A little ginger tea Mary thank us with her eyes She poor the same as we She poor the same as we
Mary and the baby lonely Lonely is not good to be So we sit awhile and chat awhile To keep them company Stay awhile makes the baby smile Pass the time of day When we see how pleased they be It make us glad we stay So glad that we could stay
Mary and the baby weary Oh, we know what weary be So we make a bed and pillow for their head With down from the muhow tree Only down from the muhow tree To rest them soft and good We feel bad this was all we had We do the best we could We do the best we could
Mary and the baby rest easy We go away and let them be On hush tip toe and voice kept low We look up and see Stars of hope shine in the sky To mark the baby's birth Seemed to say it's borning day Of better times on earth Of better times on earth
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