Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Snoopy Contro Il Barone Rosso (Adapted from: Snoopy Vs. The Red Baron - 1966) Composer(s): Phil Gernhard; Dick Holler; Giorgio Gaber Performer(s): Giorgio Gaber
Achtung Achtung! Vuoi cantare la storia di Barone tedesco di Grande Germania?
Questa è la storia senza pietà Che accadde in Germania tanto tempo fa Un rombo ed un tuono in cielo si udì L'uccello di guerra nacque così In cerca di gloria qualcuno partì E col suo apparecchio veloce salì Ma lassù più di uno la sua vita lasciò Il Barone Rosso tutti sterminò
Uno dieci cento e forse anche di più Tutti gli aerei cadevano giù E su nel cielo c'era solo lui Il dannato Barone non sbagliava mai
Ogni speranza piano piano svanì Quando un giorno un eroe in cielo salì Era un piccolo cane col nasone all'insù Il suo nome era Snoopy non so dirvi di più Il Barone Rosso lo attaccò Ed in cielo la battaglia divampò Il piccolo Snoopy fu abbattuto così Il Barone tedesco roteando sparì
Uno dieci cento e forse anche di più Tutti gli aerei cadevano giù E su nel cielo c'era solo lui Il dannato Barone non sbagliava mai
Poor Boy Composer(s): Elvis Presley Performer(s): Elvis Presley
They call me poor boy, poor boy, poor boy But I ain't lonesome and I ain't blue 'Cause I could never be a poor boy As long as I've got a dolly like you
Ain't got a crust, ain't got a cent Can't buy a jug, can't pay the rent I got a heart full of dreams and a lot of memory And that's enough for me
They call me poor boy, poor boy, poor boy But I ain't lonesome and I ain't blue 'Cause I could never be a poor boy As long as I've got a dolly like you
Can't buy a house, can't buy a lot Ain't got a bean, ain't got a pot But what I got is a heart full of lovin' memory And that's enough for me
They call me poor boy, poor boy, poor boy But I ain't lonesome and I ain't blue 'Cause I could never be a poor boy As long as I've got a dolly like you
Don't have a pig, don't have a cow I don't have a horse to pull the plow But what I got is a heart full of lovin' memory And that's enough for me
They call me poor boy, poor boy, poor boy But I ain't lonesome and I ain't blue 'Cause I could never be a poor boy As long as I got a dolly like you I got a dolly like I got a dolly like you
A Million In One, Two, Three Composer(s): Luc Smets First performance by: Dream Express - 1977
A million in one, two, three Need a million in one, two, three Can't you do a little work for me? Mister President, can't you see? I'm never gonna get higher
Need a million in one, two, three I'm not too clumsy, as you can see I've got the feeling inside of me Feel my need and desire now
I've got the look, but never got the money Just a ten quid flat on the second floor Too doo doo too too too doo... Had a dream: holiday in Cannes A yacht in Monte Carlo next to his Too doo doo too too too doo...
Joining your big company Could bring me wealth and sympathy Think you've got some extra needs? Hey, hey, hey...
Need a million in one, two, three Can't you do a little work for me? Mister President, can't you see? I'm never gonna get higher
Need a million in one, two, three I'm not too clumsy, as you can see I've got the feeling inside of me Feel my need and desire now
My bedroom wall's covered with glamour The Lido in December would not be bad Too doo doo too too too doo... Ships and sails, Formula races Super-long drinks down at the Playboy club Too doo doo too too too doo...
Joining your big company Could bring me wealth and sympathy Think you've got some extra needs? Hey, hey, hey...
I've got the look, but never got the money Just a ten quid flat on the second floor Too doo doo too too too doo... Had a dream: holiday in Cannes Yacht in Monte Carlo, next to his Too doo doo too too too doo...
Joining your big company Could bring me wealth and sympathy Think you've got some extra needs? Hey, hey, hey...
Need a million in one, two, three Can't you do a little work for me? Mister President, can't you see? I'm never gonna get higher
Need a million in one, two, three I'm not too clumsy, as you can see I've got the feeling inside of me Feel my need and desire
Need a million in one, two, three Can't you do a little work for me? Mister President, can't you see? I'm never gonna get higher
Poor Baby Composer(s): Tony Romeo Performer(s): The Cowsills
Poor Baby, something always bringing you down If you look for it baby, there's so much unhappiness all around Don't cry, your daddy gonna buy your one-way ticket to sunshine Cheer up your ... try to clear up your mind Poor Baby, try to feel better Nothing's as bad as it may seem Poor Baby, under the weather Try to close your eyes and dream Think of the good times (good times) Just think of the good times that we're gonna see Poor Baby, try to feel better Nothing's as bad as it may seem Poor Baby, under the weather Try to close your eyes and dream Think of the good times (good times) Just think of the good times that we're gonna see Don't fret, your daddy gonna fetch your one-way ticket to happiness Cheer up your ... try to clear up your mind Poor Baby, try to feel better Nothing's as bad as it may seem Poor Baby, under the weather Try to close your eyes and dream Think of the good times (good times) Just think of the good times that we're gonna see Poor Baby, try to feel better Nothing's as bad as it may seem Poor Baby, under the weather Try to close your eyes and dream Think of the good times (good times) Just think of the good times that we're gonna see
Sniper Composer(s): Harry Chapin Performer(s): Harry Chapin
It is an early Monday morning The sun is becoming bright on the land No one is watching as he comes a walking Two bulky suitcases hang from his hands
He heads towards the tower that stands in the campus He goes through the door, he starts up the stairs The sound of his footsteps, the sound of his breathing The sound of the silence when no one was there
I didn't really know him He was kind of strange Always sort of sat there He never seemed to change
He reached the catwalk He put done his burden The four sided clock began to chime Seven AM, the day is beginning So much to do and so little time
He looks at the city where no one had known him He looks at the sky where no one looks down He looks at his life and what it has shown him He looks for his shadow it cannot be found
He was such a moody child, very hard to touch Even as a baby he never smiled too much No no No no
You bug me, she said Your ugly, she said Please hug me, I said But she just sat there With the same flat stare That she saves for me alone When I'm home When I'm home Take me home
He laid out the rifles, he loaded the shotgun He stacked up the cartridges along the wall He knew he would need them for his conversation If it went as it he planned, then he might use them all
He said Listen you people I've got a question You won't pay attention but I'll ask anyhow I found a way that will get me an answer Been waiting to ask you 'till now Right now!
Am I? I am a lover whose never been kissed Am I? I am a fighter whose not made a fist Am I? If I'm alive then there's so much I've missed How do I know I exist? Are you listening to me? Are you listening to me? Am I?
The first words he spoke took the town by surprise One got Mrs. Gibbons above her right eye It blew her through the window wedged her against the door Reality poured from her face, staining the floor
He was kind of creepy Sort of a dunce I met him at the corner bar I only dated the poor boy once That's all Just once, that was all
Bill Whedon was questioned as stepped from his car Tom Scott ran across the street but he never got that far The police were there in minutes, they set up baricades He spoke right on over them in a half-mile circle In a dumb struck city his pointed questions were sprayed
He knocked over Danny Tyson as he ran towards the noise Just about then the answers started comming. Sweet, sweet joy Thudding in the clock face, whining off the walls Reaching up to where he sat there, answering calls
Thirty-seven people got his message so far Yes, he was reaching them right were they are
They set up an assault team They asked for volunteers They had to go and get him, that much was clear And the word spread about him on the radios and TV's In appropriately sober tone they asked "Who can it be?"
He was a very dull boy, very taciturn Not much of a joiner, he did not want to learn No no No no
They're coming to get me, they don't want to let me Stay in the bright light too long It's getting on noon now, it's goin' to be soon now But oh, what a wonderful sound!
Mama, won't you nurse me? Rain me down the sweet milk of your kindness Mama, it's getting worse for me Won't you please make me warm and mindless?
Mama, yes you have cursed me I never will forgive you for your blindness I hate you!
The wires are all humming for me And I can hear them coming for me Soon they'll be here, but there's nothing to fear Not any more though they've blasted the door
As the copter dropped the gas he shouted "Who cares?" They could hear him laughing as they started up the stairs As they stormed out on the catwalk, blinking at the sun With their final fusillade his answer had come
Am I? There is no way that you can hide me Am I? Though you have put your fire inside me Am I? You've given me my answer can't you see? I was! I am! and now I Will Be I Will Be!!!
Pony Time Composer(s): John Berry; Don Covay Performer(s): Chubby Checker; and various other artists
It's pony time Boogety, boogety, boogety shoo
Hey now let's party with the union hall It's pony time when ya hear this call So get with it Don't quit it Get up
Do the pony with your partner With a big boss line Well anyway ya do it You're gonna look real fine So get with it Don't quit it Get up
Now ya turn to the left when I say gee You turn to the right when I say haw Now gee, ya ya baby Now haw, ya oh baby, oh baby, pretty baby Do it baby, oh baby, oh baby Boogety, boogety, boogety, boogety shoo
Gonna see little Suzie, who lives next door She's doin' the pony, she's takin' the floor Eeea ah, so get with it, don't quit it, come on Boogety, boogety, boogety, boogety shoo
Do the pony with your partner Oh in a big boss line But anyway you do it You're gonna look just fine So get with it Don't quit it Come on Eeeaaah
Now you turn to the left when I say gee You turn to the right when I say haw Now gee, ya ya little baby Now haw, ya oh baby, oh baby, pretty baby Do it baby, oh baby, oh baby Boogety, boogety, boogety, boogety shoo
From where you are you see the smoke start to arise where they play cards And you walk over softly moving passed the guards The stakes are getting higher You can feel it in your heart He calls you bluff He is the ace you never thought he played that much And now it's more than all this cards you want to touch You never know if winning this could really be enough Take a look, beyond the moon you see the stars And when you look around, you know the room by heart I have never dreamed it Have you ever dreamed a night like this? I cannot believe it I may never see a night like this When everything you think is incomplete Starts happening when you are cheek to cheek Could you ever dream it? I have never dreamed, dreamed a night like this How many times have I been waiting by the door to hear these chimes? To hear that some one debonaire has just a arrived And opened up to see my world before my eyes That silhouette creates an image on the night I can't forget It has the scent of something special, I can't rest If I resist temptation, oh I know for sure that I will lose the bet I walk away and suddenly it seems I'm not alone In front of me he stands -- I stop, before he goes I have never dreamed it Have you ever dreamed a night like this? I cannot believe it I may never see a night like this When everything you think is incomplete Starts happening when you are cheek to cheek Could you ever dream it? I have never dreamed, dreamed a night like this I have never dreamed it Have you ever dreamed a night like this? I cannot believe it I may never see a night like this When everything you think is incomplete Starts happening when you are cheek to cheek Could you ever dream it? I have never dreamed, dreamed a night like this
Pony Boy Composer(s): Dickey Betts Performer(s): The Allman Brothers Band
Don't worry for me Well I'm all right Lord knows I'm having A natural good time Pocket full of money Gonna boogie all night There ain't nobody tell me that's crime
Chorus: When morning comes and it's time to go Pony boy carry me home Pony boy carry me home
All right mama Let me see you do that thing now
Band is jumping and so am I I'm just groovin', can't stop movin' My ole man's got that ole eagle eye But he is just waitin', we're celebratin'
Chorus
I feel a change coming on Come on, mama! Here it comes now Papa's with you now
Look out the door There beside that tree Well, that's my pony, looking after me Front feet doing the shuffle Back feet, too Blow them good old Georgia blues
Sneaky Snake Composer(s): Tom T. Hall Performer(s): Tom T. Hall
Boys and girls take warning, if you go near the lake Keep your eyes wide open, and look for sneaky snake Now maybe you wont see him, maybe you wont hear But he'll sneak up behind you, and drink all your root beer
And then sneaky snake goes dancin', wigglin' and a-hissin' Sneaky snake goes dancin', gigglin' and a-kissin' I dont like old sneaky snake; he laughs too much you see When he goes wigglin' through the grass, it tickles his underneath
Well, sneaky snake drinks root beer, and he just makes me sick When he is not dancin', he looks just like a stick Now, he doesn't have any arms or legs, you cannot see his ears And while we are not lookin', he's stealin' all of our beer
And then sneaky snake goes dancin', wigglin' and a-hissin' Sneaky snake goes dancin', gigglin' and a-kissin' I don't like old sneaky snake; he laughs too much you see When he goes wigglin' through the grass, it tickles his underneath
Sei escrever o teu nome Na ponta fina do lápis Mais não vou repetir O que tu já sabes Teus olhos são labaredas Avermelhados e tristes Dentro do corpo cansado A paixão resiste Esta paixão violenta Que dilacera minhalma Este medo anestesia E mata minha calma
La luz de la liberdad En el nuevo mundo mi vida La esperança el amor Mi tierra querida... Terra a terra Chão a chão Retumbante coração
Ma na na... Ma na na na ma na na... Ma na na na ma na... Ma na na na ni na na na...
Lapponia - tämä on Lapponia Josta Pohjan kauniin neitosen kutsu kaikuu
Tuo neito noita on Hän luo voimalla kohtalon Hän vailla on seuraa ja lohduttamaton Ja siksi loihtii hän noituen Hän luo voimalla loitsujen Hän tavalla Seidan näin miehen kutsua saa
Hei... ma na na... Ma na na na ma na na... Ma na na na ma na... Ma na na na ni na na na...
Lapponia - tämä on Lapponia Josta Pohjan kauniin neitosen kutsu kaikuu
Mies lähti Pohjolaan Tie käy kuunnellen vaistoaan Mies rakastuu noitaan Hän on ihminen maan Ja siksi on neidon mentävä Hän on noidista lentävä Käy tulella taivaan ja loitsut kaikuen soi
Hei... ma na na... Ma na na na ma na na... Ma na na na ma na... Ma na na na ni na na na...
Lapponia - tämä on Lapponia Josta Pohjan kauniin neitosen kutsu kaikuu Noin noidan joiku kutsuen soi: Ma na na na...
(Lapponia, Lapponia, Lapponia, Lapponia)
( Ma na na... (Ma na na na ma na na...) (Ma na na na ma na...) (Ma na na na ni na na na...)
Lapponia - tämä on Lapponia Josta Pohjan kauniin neitosen kutsu kaikuu
Lapponia - tämä on Lapponia Josta Pohjan kauniin neitosen kutsu kaikuu (Ma na na...) (Ma na na na ma na na...) (Ma na na na ma...)
Ponta De Lança Africano (Umbabarauma) Composer(s): Jorge Ben Performer(s): Jorge Ben
Umbabarauma, homem gol Umbabarauma, homem gol Umbabarauma, homem gol Umbabarauma, homem gol
Joga bola, joga bola, jogador Joga bola, joga bola, corócondô Pula, cai, levanta, mete, gol, falta, cabeceia, chuta e agradece Olha que a cidade toda ficou vazia nessa tarde de domingo só para lhe ver jogar
Umbabarauma, homem gol Umbabarauma, homem gol Umbabarauma, homem gol Umbabarauma, homem gol
Sneaky Feelings Composer(s): Elvis Costello Performer(s): Elvis Costello
Now everybody's breakin' up somebody else's home before somebody else starts breaking up their own I get you in my dreams You should hear the things you say I's not that it's so much fun but it's safer that way Sneaky feeling, sneaky feelings you can't let those kind of feeling show I'd like to get right through the way I feel for you but I've still got a long way to go Why don't we call it a day, and we can both confess You can force me to use a little tenderness White lies, alibis, anything but say that it's true Now we could sit like lovers, staring in each other's eyes but the magic of the moment might become too much for you Sneaky feeling, sneaky feelings you can't let those kind of feeling show I'd like to get right through the way I feel for you
Ponta De Areia Composer(s): Fernando Brant; Milton Nascimento Performer(s): Milton Nascimento; and various other artists
Ponta de areia, ponto final Da Bahia-Minas, estrada antural Que ligava Minas ao porto, ao mar Caminho de ferro mandaram arrancar Velho maquinista com seu boné Lembra o povo alegre que vinha cortejar Maria-fumaca não canta mais Pras mocas, flores, janelas e quintais Na praca vazia, um grito, um ai Casas equecidas, viúvas nos portais
A Fallen Star
Composer(s): James Joiner
Performer(s): Jimmy C. Newman
and multiple other artists
A star fell from heaven, right into my arms The brightest star I know I've ever seen Then I found out that it was only you with all your charms Who came into my life to fill a dream
A fallen star (a fallen star) that's what you are The twinkle in your eye came from the sky You must have been from the Milky Way A fallen star that's what you are
A fallen star (a fallen star) that's what you are The twinkle in your eye came from the sky You must have been from the Milky Way A fallen star that's what you are
Pondré Flores En Tu Lecho Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Pondré flores en tu lecho y una nube en tu almohada todo el tiempo que me queda aventura imaginaria junto al muro de tu carne y tu puerta más pagana
Pondré un río transparente y la espuma que lo araña en tu vientre confundido para que no temas nada ni la estúpida estrategia que hay detrás de estas palabras
Pondré soles en tus ojos con la luz de la mañana y el latido de mis labios cuando tiemble tu mirada a lo largo del trayecto que tus lágrimas señalan
Pondré el aire que respiro encerrado en una jaula construida por tus brazos que son mi única morada y seré como ese polvo que has pisado y aún arrastras
Most Of The Time Composer(s): Jim Reeves Performer(s): Jim Reeves
I just burned the picture that you gave me I burned all your love letters, too I know that won`t tear you from my mem`ry But tell me what else I can do
I gave away the things that remind me I hardly ever mention your name Our friends never see you beside me But I know you`re there just the same
Most of the time you`d think I`m happy Most of the time there`s someone new But most of the time I feel like cryin` And most of the time that`s what I do
Most of the time you`d think I`m happy Most of the time there`s someone new But most of the time I feel like cryin` And most of the time that`s what I do
Pomme Et Cie Composer(s): Salvatore Adamo Performer(s): Salvatore Adamo
Pomme, elle s'appelait pomme Et je trouvai ça mignon Car, à part le trognon Car, à part les pépins
Oh, oh, oh, Pomme Tout est bon dans la pomme Vitamines pour le cur Ça se digère en douceur Et ça vous donne bon teint
Oh, oh, oh, Pomme Avec ses petits chaussons Je lui doit bien une chanson Mais il y avait Prune
Elle était jolie, Prune Délicieuse amoureuse Aux yeux poissons de lune Frileuse comme aucune
Car la petite Prune Était une vraie brune Brune à longueur d'année Brune de la tête aux pieds En passant par ses dunes
Mais la petite Prune Avait une copine Du nom de Clémentine Et Clémentine
Clémentine je vous dis pas Un amour de rouquine C'était comme si le soleil Se promenait à mon bras
Oh, Clémentine Oh, fruit de ma passion S'en ai fallu d'une bêtise D'un rien, d'une cerise Et c'était pour de bon
Oh, oh Cerise Vous avez deviné J'ai pas pu résister Oh, oh, Cerise Cerise t'aime Elle me disait tout le temps Avec son petit accent Qui était tout un poème
Oh, oh, Cerise Son sourire m'électrise Mais il y a eu la méprise Cette horrible nuit Où tous les chats étaient gris
Et moi, aussi Alors je confondis Cerise et Myrtille Myrtille, Myrtille Me parlez plus de Myrtille
Trêve de littérature C'est l'heure des confitures La pire des avanies
Car la Myrtille S'est collée pour la vie Avec un drôle de gibier Dont j'aurai dû me méfier Qu'a juste dit : "Permettez"
Myrtille, Myrtille Je l'ai pris en pleine poire La fin de notre histoire C'est bien fait pour ma pomme, pomme, po-pomme Pomme, pomme, po-pomme
Oh, oh, oh
Non, j'ai pas connu de courgette Et peut-être bien que je regrette J'aurai connu le gratin Dans les cours du jet-set
Mais là je fabule Ma raison fait des bulles Vaut mieux que je récapitule
Oh, oh, oh, Pomme Oh, oh, oh, Prune Oh, Clémentine Oh, oh, Cerise Oh, oh, Myrtille Quelle salade de fruits
Where We'll Never Grow Old Composer(s): James Cleveland Moore Performer(s): The Carter Family and multiple other artists
I have heard of a land on a faraway strand 'Tis a beautiful home of the soul Built by Jesus on high, there we never shall die 'Tis a land where we'll never grow old
Never grow old, never grow old In a land where we'll never grow old Never grow old, never grow old In a land where we'll never grow old
In that beautiful home where we'll never more roam We shall be in the sweet by and by Happy praise to the king through eternity sing 'Tis the land where we never shall die
Never grow old, never grow old In a land where we'll never grow old Never grow old, never grow old In a land where we'll never grow old
When our work here is done and the life crown is won And our troubles and trials are o'er All our sorrow will end and our voices will blend With the loved ones who've gone on before
Never grow old, never grow old In a land where we'll never grow old Never grow old, never grow old In a land where we'll never grow old
Polvo Enamorado Composer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
No le temo a la vida ni a la muerte cuando siento en mi pecho palpitar tu corazón no hay poder en el mundo que consiga doblegarme por la fuerza a su razón cuando eres tierra cuando soy agua No hay misterio que oculta su secreto cuando siento en tu cuerpo que el principio es el final que la vida es el sueño que me acuna Por tu vientre más allá del bien y el mal cuando eres tierra cuando soy agua Y si al fin no somos mas que polvo seamos polvo, seamos polvo nada mas... mas polvo enamorado No hay becerros de oro suficientes ni perfumes de incienso ni coronas de laurel Que consigan sembrarme ni lo duda De alejarme un sólo instante de tu piel cuando eres tierra cuando soy agua No me importa instalarme en la locura ese infierno divino donde Dios y Lucifer inventaron al ángel y al demonio que conviven en tu cuerpo de mujer Cuando eres tierra cuando soy agua Y si al fin no somos más que polvo
