Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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I found a cigarette, circled with lipstick And the lingering of perfume in the room The look on his face, was priceless I don't think he expected me so soon I'm sure he's got, an innocent excuse
Except for the snapshot He doesn't know I've got (I've got! Uh-huh!) He almost pulled off the perfect lover's crime! Except for the snapshot That puts me on top (On top! Uh-huh!) He think he's got one on me But he hasn't seen, the snapshot
He says he bought the new car strictly for business And the new clothes match the new smile on his face The extra key on his chain, must be to the office Poor baby, leaving early, staying late He's got an alibi, for every move he makes
Except for the snapshot He doesn't know I've got (I've got! Uh-huh!) He almost pulled off the perfect lover's crime! Except for the snapshot That puts me on top (On top! Uh-huh!) He thinks he's got one on me But he hasn't seen, the snapshot
When he comes home tonight It'll be his surprise I had it blown up, life size! (Life size!) I'm not quite as foolish, as you thought I'd be I took everything
Including the snapshot He don't know I've got (I've got! Uh-huh!) He almost pulled off the perfect lover's crime! Except for the snapshot That puts me on top (On top! Uh-huh!) He thinks he's got one on me But he hasn't seen the snapshot
Except for the snapshot He don't know I've got (I've got! Uh-huh!) He almost pulled off the perfect lover's crime! Except for the snapshot That puts me on top (On top! Uh-huh!) He thinks he's got one on me But wait 'til he sees the snapshot!
Polichinelle Composer(s): Charles Dumont; Jacques Plante Performer(s): Edith Piaf; Ute Lemper
Tire les ficelles Tire les ficelles Ton polichinelle Te tendras les bras Tourne la baguette Et ta marionnette Penchera la tête Et te sourira Tant que tes doigts lestes Commandent mes gestes Tu te fous du reste Ça ne compte pas Tire les ficelles Et Polichinelle Aussitôt, fera Ce que tu voudras
Tire les ficelles Tire les ficelles Ton polichinelle Fera mille tours Te dira "Je t'aime" Cachera ses peines Cachera sa haine Sous les mots d'amour J'irai dans le monde Pour que toi, dans l'ombre Tu aies le triomphe Auquel tu as droit Ton polichinelle Fera tant de zèle Que, dès qu'on nous verra On t'applaudira
Sais-tu seulement Si j'ai un cur? Sais-tu seulement Si j'ai une âme? C'est pas prévu dans ton programme De prestidigitateur
Tire les ficelles Tire les ficelles De Polichinelle Mais prends garde à toi Car il est possible Que je me délivre Des fils invisibles Qui m'attachent à toi En brisant le charme Je retrouve une âme Je redeviens femme Je redeviens moi... Faut que t'en profites On se lasse vite Et le jour viendra Où ça cassera... Où ça cassera... Où ça cassera...
Swiss Lady Composer(s): Peter Reber First performance by: Pepe Lienhard Band - 1977
Sie war ziemlich schlank sie war gertenschlank und manchmal nahm er sie aus seinem Schrank
dann machte er Musik und legte zärtlich die Hand um sie Er spielte Rock'n'Roll er spielte Dixieland und war bekannt als die "One-man-mountain Band" Er sagte: "Durch sie allein ist die Welt voll Musik sie gibt mir alles und vergiát mich nie"
Sie ist meine Swiss Lady und ich ein Mann aus den Bergen
und wer sie einmal gehört hat der kann mich sicher versteh'n Ja sie ist meine Swiss Lady und ich ein Mann aus den Bergen
und wer sie einmal gehört hat weiá
nur ein Alphorn klingt so schön
Jahu duhu jahu duhu jahu Swiss Lady Jahu Swiss Lady jahu
Wenn er nach Hause kam nahm er sie in den Arm
wo er sie liebevoll auseinandernahm
doch vorher spielte er nochmal im Dixiestil Und sind in tiefer Nacht die Leute aufgewacht und haben sich beschwert dann hat er nur gelacht Er sagte: "lch lad' euch ein und wir feiern ein Fest
weil meine Lady noch nicht schlafen will" Sie ist meine Swiss Lady und ich ein Mann aus den Bergen
Jahu duhu jahu duhu jahu Swiss Lady
Sie ist meine Swiss Lady und ich ein Mann aus den Bergen
Police On My Back Composer(s): Eddy Grant Performer(s): Equals; and various other artists
Well, I'm a runnin', police on my back I've been hiding, police on my back They were shooting, police on my back And the victim, well, he won't come back
I been running Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Runnin' down the railway track Could you help me, police on my back They will catch me if I dare drop back Come and give me all the speed I had
I been running Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday What have I done?
I'm still runnin' down the railway track Could you help me, police on my back They will catch me if I dare drop back Come and give me all the speed I had
I been running Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Runnin' down the railway track Yes, I'm a runnin', police on my back Yes, I'm a runnin', police on my back Yes, I'm a runnin', police on my back Help!
Yes, I'm still runnin' down the railway track Could you help me, police on my back They will catch me if I dare drop back
I been running Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Runnin', police on my back Yes, I'm a runnin', police on my back Yes, I'm a runnin', police on my back Yes, I'm a runnin', police on my back What have I done? Tell me, please, somebody
Snap Your Fingers Composer(s): Grady Martin; Alex Zanetis Performer(s): Joe Henderson
Snap your fingers, I'll come runnin' Back to you-ou on bended knee Snap your fingers (doo-doo), I'll come runnin' (doo-doo) I'll be true (doo-doo-doo), take a chance on me (doo-doo-doo)
Let your light turn green, baby, I've gotta know Give me some kind of clue, should I stay or go? Let me love you like a lover, un-huh, that you used to know Turn the key and let me in through that same old door
(wah-wah-wah-wah) I had it but I lost it Now I've got a broken heart to mend <"Well, listen"> I don't care what the cost is I know I got to find my way back in
Snap your fingers, baby, I'll come runnin' I'll do anything to get back again
(wah-wah-wah-wah)
I had it but I lost it Now I've got a broken heart to mend <"But, baby, listen"> I don't care what the cost is I've got to find my way back in
("So if you'd just") Snap your fingers (doo-doo-doo) I'll come runnin' (doo-doo-doo) I'll do anything (doo-doo-doo) to get back again
Police & Thieves Composer(s): Junior Murvin; Lee Perry Performer(s): The Clash
Police and thieves in the streets Oh yeah! Scaring the nation with their guns and ammunition Police and thieves in the street Oh yeah! Fighting the nation with their guns and ammunition
From Genesis to Revelation The next generation will be hear me From Genesis to Revelation The next generation will be hear me
And all the crowd comes in day by day No one stop it in anyway And all the peacemaker turn war officer Hear what I say
Vocal ad lib
Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah From Genesis oh yeah Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah
Scaring, fighting the nation Shooting, shooting their guns and ammunition
Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah Here come, here come, here come The station is bombed Get out get out get out you people If you don't wanna get blown up
Polaroid De La Locura Ordinaria Performer(s): Fito Paez
bajo por el callejón en donde estaba el después vomito ese ron manchando la pared el sol le caí bien entrando en la avenida su vida no era mas su vida pero eso estaba okey
La veo cruzar cruzando un bosque la veo alejándose de mi
Sus tetas y sus dos hermanas tomaban un café me acuerdo de la mañana que me mostró su piel estabamos en un bar y se corto la cara vibraba como en un nirvana luego se hecho a correr
La veo cruzar cruzando un bosque la veo alejándose de mi
Pasábamos todo el día tirados en la cama el tiempo maldita daga lamiéndonos los pies brillaba era una perla y nunca hacia nada después dijo que me amaba y se hundió la gillete Sangro, sangro, sangro, y se reía como loca no he visto luz ni fuerza viva tan poderosa de todas ellas ella fue mi frase mas hermosa todo su cuerpo con espinas y a mi me siguen las moscas
Portugal No Coração First performance by: Os Amigos - 1977
Portugal foi a razão Por que um dia morreu meu irmão Mas também é coração A bater nesta canção Não sei bem de quem eu nasci Não descobri nem pai nem mãe Só sei que já nasci aqui e foi aqui Que eu fui alguém Portugal foi a razão Por que um dia morreu meu irmão Mas também é coração A bater nesta canção Digo tudo quanto eu sou Serei criança ou malmequer? Tenho apenas o que eu dou Este lugar que ninguém quer Neste país onde estou Serei tudo quando eu fizer Este povo a que me dou Não é homem nem mulher Portugal é querer dar a mão Sermos amigos, termos pão Portugal é ter a vontade De acabar com a saudade Portugal já tem idade Para o povo entender liberdade Portugal é uma nação Onde vive o meu irmão Portugal, ai meu amor Coração desta minha canção Bate, bate coração Para termos a vida melhor Portugal, ai meu amor Coração desta minha canção Bate, bate coração Para termos a vida melhor Portugal, ai meu amor Coração desta minha canção Bate, bate coração Para termos a vida melhor
Polar Bear Composer(s): Brian May; Tim Staffell Performer(s): Queen
In the bright shop window sits the polar bear Makes the children's eyes light up to see him there Amongst the tinsel he gives everyone a smile To see him as you'd see a star Love him from where you are He's not for, not for, not for sale Past an open window walks the pretty girl Does she see me at her feet it's hard to tell But if I ask her she might turn her smile away To see her as I'd see a star Love her from where you are She's not for, not for, not for sale I guess I'll learn to look Without a grasping hand Minor contentment wears a smile I love her from where I lie He's not for, not for, not for sale Not for sale
Smurferifabriken (aka Rallarpolka Från Västmanland) Composer(s): Nils Fläcke; Claes Vogel Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog, Christian, Michael B. Tretow
Svarvarna snurrar och hammarna slår Det är kugghjul som rullar, det är skyttlar som går Oj, vad det virvlar av plankor och spik I vår stora Smuferifabrik
Där går en smurf som om ingenting hänt Och på foten där har han en hink med cement Visst kan det ofta bli kalabalik I vår stora Smuferifabrik
Ett, två, tre Vår idé Den blir nog succé
Vi ska snickra fällor vi Som Gargamell kan trilla i Han och hans hatt och hans elaka katt Ja då kan dom säkert hålla sig för skratt
Lata smurfen han står vakt Där han släpar runt med ett ynka plank Och när ingen annan ser Slår han spik med hammar'n upp och ner
Taljorna gnisslar och sågspånen yr Och i smedjan minsann där ligger glöden och pyr Kocksmurfen kan koka soppa på spik I vår stora Smuferifabrik
Smurfa dig hitåt med penslar och färg Så maskerar vi fällan till skogar och berg En burk i taget och ingen panik I vår stora Smuferifabrik
Ett, två, tre Vår idé Den blir nog succé
Vi ska snickra fällor vi Som Gargamell kan trilla i Han och hans hatt och hans elaka katt Ja då kan dom säkert hålla sig för skratt
Ja vi ska snickra fällor vi Som Gargamell kan trilla i Han och hans hatt och hans elaka katt Ja då kan dom säkert hålla sig för skratt
Poker Composer(s): Charles Aznavour; Pierre Roche Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Par trois gars de mon quartier Je me suis laisser entraîner Dans un tripot la semaine dernière Dans une salle enfumée Nous nous sommes installés Autour d'une table de poker On a enlevé nos vestons Commandé force boissons Puis la partie a commencé Tell que je vais vous l'expliquer
On prend les cartes, on brasse les cartes On coupe les cartes, on donne les cartes C'est merveilleux on va jouer au poker On prend ses cartes, on regarde ses cartes On s'écrie: - cartes! puis l'on écarte J'en jette trois car j'ai déjà une pair Quand tout le monde a son jeu On se regarde en chiens d'faïence On essaie de lire dans les yeux Du voisin plein de méfiance J'ai pris trois cartes et lui deux cartes Vous combien d'cartes? - moi juste une carte Ah!..faut se méfier y'a du bluff dans l'air...
- Je suis blind à toi de parler - Dit au second le premier Ce dernier s'écrie: - Parole! - Le troisième mis' cent francs Je dis: - tes cent, plus mille francs - Les deux autres s'arrêtent au vol Le troisième me dit: - voilà - Tes mille francs! qu'est ce que tu as? - Trois dames, j'ai gagné je crois - Non, dit-il car j'ai trois rois! -
On prend les cartes, on brasse les cartes On coupe les cartes, on donne les cartes Je me dis qu'es-tu venu faire dans cette galères? On reprend les cartes, on regarde ses cartes On s'écrie: - cartes! puis l'on écarte Je me dis maintenant va falloir se refair' Pendant toute la partie Je me faisais des reproches Quand se termina la nuit Je n'avais plus rien en poche Avant que je n'parte, je prend les cartes Je déchire les carts Je jette les cartes Et les piétine avec colère Au moment de m'en aller J'entend des coups de sifflet Une descente de police Les inspecteurs du quartier Veulent tous nous interroger Me voici devant la justice Ils me disent: - mon garçon Nous sommes bons et te donnons Une minute pour t'expliquer - Je leur ai dit affolé
On prend les cartes, on brasse les cartes On coupe les cartes, on donne les cartes Je n'ai jamais rien eu de meilleur qu'une paire On reprend ses cartes, on regarde ses cartes On s'écrie: - cartes! et l'on écarte Je vois très bien me dit le commissaire On va vous emprisonner Car du reste je m'en fiche Mais on va vous affecter Au département des fiches On prend les cartes, on regarde les cartes On trie les cartes, on range les cartes En prison je suis devenu fonctionnaire Tout ça parcequ'un jour Un bien triste jour J'ai voulu jouer au poker
Smuggler's Blues Composer(s): Glenn Frey; Jack Tempchin Performer(s): Glenn Frey; Jack Tempchin
There's trouble on the street tonight, I can feel it in my bones I had a premonition that he should not go alone I knew the gun was loaded, but I didn't think he'd kill Everything exploded, and the blood began to spill So baby, here's your ticket, and the suitcase in your hand Here's a little money, now we'll do it just the way we planned You be cool for twenty hours, and I'll pay you twenty grand I'm sorry it went down like this, but someone had to lose It's the nature of the business, it's the smuggler's blues The sailors and the pilots, the soldiers and the law The payoffs and the ripoffs and the things nobody saw Don't matter if it's heroin, cocaine or hash, You've got to carry weapons 'cause you always carry cash There's lots of shady characters and lots of dirty deals Every name's an alias in case somebody squeals It's the lure of easy money, it's got a very strong appeal Perhaps you'd understand it better standing in my shoes It's the ultimate enticement, it's the smuggler's blues
You see it in the headlines, you hear it every day They say they're gonna stop it, but it doesn't go away They move it through Miami and sell it in LA They hide it up in Telluride, I mean it's here to stay It's propping up the governments in Columbia and Peru You ask any D.A., man, they'll say there's nothing we can do From the office of the president right down to me and you Me and you It's a losing proposition, but one you can't refuse It's the politics of contraband, it's the smuggler's blues
Telegram Composer(s): Michael Kunze; Silvester Levay First performance by: Silver Convention - 1977
Since you've gone - I'm all alone - Stop Just can't make it on my own - Stop Operator did you get the line Rush a cable for I've got no time - Gotta send a Telegram Telegram to my Baby Yes I'm gonna send a Telegram Telegram And then maybe He won't keep me yearnin' Tonight he'll be on his way Tomorrow he'll be here to stay Help me Ma'am I can't wait another day Please forgive the things I said - Stop Didn't mean to make you sad - Stop Operator I'll pay any rate If my message will not be too late - Gotta send a Telegram
I was such a fool to let him go Too proud to show that I love him so Gotta send a Telegram
Poissons morts Qui descendez le cours des fleuves Poissons morts Allez donc dire à mon amour Que je cherche pour elle des fleurs Que je cherche pour elle des fleurs Des fleurs
Poissons morts Bien sûr j'ai franchi la frontière Poissons morts Les hommes jettent des barrières Toujours entre eux et le bonheur Et le bonheur Poissons morts Allez donc dire aux moissonneuses Poissons morts Que la graisse de mitrailleuse N'est pas la brillantine des dieux N'est pas la brillantine des dieux De Dieu
Poissons morts Qui descendez cette rivière Poissons morts Allez donc dire à mon amour Que je me perds en longs discours Méchants discours...
Smorgasbord Composer(s): Sid Tepper; Roy C. Bennett Performer(s): Elvis Presley
Some like their women short, some like them tall I'll take them any size 'cause I love them all
I'm just wild about smorgasbord I got a cravin' for smorgasbord A little kiss here, a little kiss there That's smorgasbord
Mmm Some take just apple pie, some take just cake I'll take the dish I please, please the dish I take
I'm just wild about smorgasbord I got a cravin' for smorgasbord A little kiss here, a little kiss there That's smorgasbord
Mmm Some like just southern belles, they got a one track mind I go for all the belles, except the wedding kind
I'm just wild about smorgasbord I got a cravin' for smorgasbord A little kiss here, a little kiss there That's smorgasbord
Some like their women short, some like them tall I'll take them any size 'cause I love them all, Mmm Some take just apple pie, some take just cake I'll take the dish I please, please the dish I take
Poisoning Pigeons In The Park Composer(s): Tom Lehrer Performer(s): Tom Lehrer
Spring is here, a-suh-puh-ring is here Life is skittles and life is beer I think the loveliest time of the year is the spring I do, don't you? 'Course you do But there's one thing that makes spring complete for me And makes every Sunday a treat for me
All the world seems in tune On a spring afternoon When we're poisoning pigeons in the park Every Sunday you'll see My sweetheart and me As we poison the pigeons in the park
When they see us coming, the birdies all try an' hide But they still go for peanuts when coated with cyanide The sun's shining bright Everything seems all right When we're poisoning pigeons in the park
We've gained notoriety And caused much anxiety In the Audubon Society With our games They call it impiety And lack of propriety And quite a variety Of unpleasant names But it's not against any religion To want to dispose of a pigeon
So if Sunday you're free Why don't you come with me And we'll poison the pigeons in the park And maybe we'll do In a squirrel or two While we're poisoning pigeons in the park
We'll murder them all amid laughter and merriment Except for the few we take home to experiment My pulse will be quickenin' With each drop of strych'nine We feed to a pigeon (It just takes a smidgin!) To poison a pigeon in the park
