Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Blue Yodel No. 9 (aka "Standin' In The Corner" and "Standin' On The Corner") Composer(s): Jimmie Rodgers First release by: Jimmie Rodgers - 1931 Covered by multiple other artists
Standing on the corner, I didn't mean no harm When a police come, he took me by the arm Was down in Memphis, corner of Beale and Main Said "hey big boy, you better tell me your name"
I said "you'll find my name on the back of my shirt I'm a Tennessee hustler and I don't have to work" (yodel)
Come all you rounders, leave my woman alone I'll take my special and run all you rounders home My good girl love me, everybody knows Spent a hundred cash dollars to buy me a suit of clothes
She come to the joint, forty-four in each hand Said "step aside all you women and men 'Cause I'm looking for my man" (yodel)
Come all you rounders, leave my woman alone I'll take my special and run all you rounders home My good girl love me, everybody knows Spent a hundred cash dollars to buy me a suit of clothes
She come to the joint, forty-four in each hand Said "step aside all you women and men 'Cause I'm looking for my man" (yodel)
Hey Jules English Title: Hey Jude Composer(s): John Lennon; Paul McCartney Performer(s): Les Beadochons; and various other artists
Hey Jules, qui cest cgros tas? Une meuf comme ça On la garde pour soi Tas pas peur de patauger dans le beurre Pour sûr tu aimes quand ya dlampleur
Hey Jules, ça pas lair frais Est-ce un bon coup Avoue vieux farceur Sois pas brute, jai pas dit qucétait une pute Jai pas fait dgym, jai un souffle au coeur
Même si jme marre, ça mfait dla peine Hey Jules, cest vrai, elle défie les lois de lapesanteur Bien sûr si ty vas aux coups dboule, défends ta poule Jy vois plus qudu noir derrière mes coquards
Nanananananananana...
Hey Jules, tiens! Tes plus là Jpeux déconner sur ton tas dfoie gras Cette silhouette pure gélatine et saindoux Triple menton et rien qudu mou
On peut dire qutu aimes les gonzesses qui suintent la graisse Quinze tonnes de nibards raclant le trottoir Jespère qutu tmets pas dessous Hey Jules, pas fou Vu lpoids cest un crime, le matelas prend peur
Nanananananananana...
Hey Jules, te maries pas Tu perds ton temps, avec ma ptite soeur Oui beau-frère, allez! On svoit tout à lheure Jrentre à la maison, la bise à ma soeur...
Hey Jude French Title: Hey Jules Composer(s): John Lennon; Paul McCartney Performer(s): The Beatles
Hey Jude, don't make it bad Take a sad song and make it better Remember to let her into your heart Then you can start to make it better Hey Jude, don't be afraid You were made to go out and get her The minute you let her under your skin Then you begin to make it better
And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain Don't carry the world upon your shoulders For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool By making his world a little colder
Hey Jude, don't let me down You have found her, now go and get her Remember to let her into your heart Then you can start to make it better
So let it out and let it in, hey Jude, begin You're waiting for someone to perform with And don't you know that it's just you, hey Jude, you'll do The movement you need is on your shoulder
Hey Jude, don't make it bad Take a sad song and make it better Remember to let her under your skin Then you'll begin to make it Better better better better better better, oh
Stand The Ghetto Composer(s): Bernard Lavilliers Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Si tu danses reggae Si tu danses reggae Tu balances reggae Sans défense reggae S'est spécial reggae Infernal reggae Ça commence à cogner Comme un cur régulier
I and I love the island in the sun I and I know when and where I go But it is so hard to feed my kids But it is so hard to stand the ghetto
Tout l'monde danse, tu te traînes Tout l'monde fume et tu bois Downtown, ça enchaîne Dans les rhumbars en bois Quand ça cause le reggae Ça explose reggae C'est le seul reggae Qui déboule reggae
I and I love the island in the sun I and I know when and where I go But it is so hard to feed my kids But it is so hard to stand the ghetto
Derrière les barbelés Trois rangés bien gardées Ils attendent de crever De sortir de braquer Pour le flingue dans ta poche T'es coincé à gun court Jusque-là le reggae Viendra t'réveiller
I and I love the island in the sun I and I know when and where I go But it is so hard to feed my kids But it is so hard to stand the ghetto
Elle est noire et dorée Elle est belle à crever Regarde-la marcher Et danser son reggae Fait trop chaud pour chanter Fait trop soif pour noter Trop beau pour t'expliquer Ce qui s'passe dans l'reggae
I and I love the island in the sun I and I know when and where I go But it is so hard to feed my kids But it is so hard to stand the ghetto
Hey Joe! Composer(s): Boudleaux Bryant Performer(s): Frankie Laine; and various other artists
Hey Joe! Where'd ya find that pearly girlie Where'd ya get that jolly dolly How did ya rate that dish I wish was mine Hey Joe! She's got skin that's creamy dreamy Eyes that look so lovey-dovey Lips as red as cherry berry wine Now listen Joe, I ain't no heel But oh buddy let me tell you how I feel She's a honey, she's a sugar pie I'm warnin' you I'm gonna try to steal her from you Hey Joe! Though we've been the best of friends This is where that friendship ends I gotta have that dolly for my own
(Hey Joe!)
(Hey Joe!)
Hey Joe! Come on let's be buddy buddies Show me you're my palsy-walsy Introduce that pretty little chick to me Hey Joe! Quit that waitin', hesitatin' Let me at `er, what's the matter You're as slow as any Joe can be Now come on Joe let's make a deal Let me dance with her to see if she is real She's the cutest girl I've ever seen An' I tell ya face to face I mean to steal her from you Hey Joe! We'll be friends until the end But this looks like the end my friend I gotta have that dolly for my own I've gotta have that dolly for my own (Hey Joe, Hey Joe)
Hey Joe Court pas comme ça, dis Y a pas le feu chez toi Hey Joe Vient dire bonjour T'en mourras pas Moi j'rentre à l'heure qu'il m'plait J'ai même plus de montre J'ai tout mon temps Ce qui m'attend chez moi Je le sais Rien qu'un lit froid Sans personne dedans
Hey Joe Si on parlait, hein Mais de quoi? Hey Joe Le Vietnam, la bombe Tu t'en fous de tout ça Comme tu dis, la vie C'est le métro à six heures Et chacun pour soi Mais pour toi Joe Y a toujours une place Mais pas pour moi Pourquoi?
Hey hey Joe Pourquoi t'as de la chance plein les doigts? Hey, hey Joe En naissant t'as marché dans quoi? T'as toujours les poches pleines La voiture de l'année Dis donc, ma parole, on en oublie Que t'es si laid Moi Joe, tu vois, je n'ai plus rien Je pensais avoir une fille Bien à moi Mais il paraît Joe Qu'elle dort maintenant entre tes draps, bravo!
Tu vois Joe Hier je rêvais d'avoir ta peau Mais Joe Je préfère te voir souffrir Et de cette fille, je t'en fais cadeau Allez bonne chance Joe...
Stand Tall Composer(s): Burton Cummings Performer(s): Burton Cummings
Never been this blue Never knew the meaning of a heartache But then again, I've never lost at love before
Somewhere down the road Maybe all these years will find some meaning I just can't think about it now, or live 'em out anymore
Stand tall, don't you fall oh, don't go and do something foolish you're feeling it like everyone, it's silly human pride Stand tall, don't you fall Don't go do something you'll regret later you're feeling it like everyone, it's silly human pride
Never lasted so long Or through so much - or through so many I just can't believe you could throw it all away
Sometimes late at night when there's nothing here except my old piano I'd almost give my hands to make you see my way
Stand tall, don't you fall oh, don't go and do something foolish you're feeling it like everyone, it's silly human pride You got me down on my knees for ya, mama Stand tall, don't you fall Don't go do something you'll regret later you're feeling it like everyone, it's silly human pride
Hey Joe Composer(s): Billy Roberts Performer(s): Jimi Hendrix
Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun in your hand Hey Joe, I said where you goin' with that gun in your hand
I'm going down to shoot my old lady You know, I've caught her messin' around with another man I'm going down to shoot my old lady You know, I've caught her messin' around with another man And that ain't too cool
Hey Joe, I've heard you shot your woman down, shot her down, now I said I've heard you shot your old lady down, You shot her down to the ground
Yes I did, I shot her You know, I caught her messin' round, messin' round town Yes I did, I shot her You know, I caught my old lady messin' around town And I gave her the gun I shot her!
Hey Joe, alright Shoot her one more time, baby
Hey Joe, said now Where you gonna run to now? Where you gonna run to? Hey Joe, I said where you gonna run to now? Where you, where you gonna go? Well, dig it
I'm goin' way down south Way down to Mexico way Alright! I'm goin' way down south Way down where I can be free Ain't no one gonna find me
Ain't no hangman gonna He ain't gonna put a rope around me You better believe it right now I gotta go now Hey Joe, you better run on down Good by everybody Hey Joe, uhh Run on down
Las Vegas Composer(s): Niklas Edberger - Tobias Lundgren - Tim Larsson - Johan Fransson First performance by: Martin Stenmarck - 2005
I've got a room here at the Mandalay Bay I'll take a shower then I'm on my way I'll bring a friend if someone picks a fight Here in Las Vegas tonight
It's close to midnight when I hit The Strip The maiden voyage on my Vegas trip The night is young and everything's all right Here in Las Vegas tonight
Dancing girls and cabarets You can spend your money in a million ways Let's have a ball The winner takes it all
In Las Vegas, in the neon lights You'll be a star if you do it right In Las Vegas, oh oh oh... You better hold on tight
In Las Vegas, can't believe your eyes Your luck can turn in a throw of a dice In Las Vegas, oh oh oh... You better hold on tight Here in Las Vegas tonight
I'm leaving with a million dollar smile The hotel manager can check my file Fred the limo driver's asking polite: "Leaving Las Vegas tonight?"
Dancing girls and cabarets You can spend your money in a million ways Let's have a ball The winner takes it all
In Las Vegas, in the neon lights You'll be a star if you do it right In Las Vegas, oh oh oh... You better hold on tight
Hey, yeah, yeah... (In Las Vegas) In Las Vegas
In Las Vegas, in the neon lights You'll be a star if you do it right (In Las Vegas) Oh oh oh... You better hold on tight
In Las Vegas, can't believe your eyes Your luck can turn in a throw of a dice In Las Vegas, oh oh oh... You better hold on tight Here in Las Vegas tonight
Hey Jean, Hey Dean Composer(s): Ernie Maresca; Lou Zerato Performer(s): Dean & Jean
Well, it's Saturday night So let's have a party, hey, Jean (Hey, hey, what do you say) Let's get together and Take out the record machine (Ho, ho, what do you know)
I'd rather dance to a song that's groovy I like it better than a western movie I know the landlady wants the rent So let's have a party Though the money's all spent
And then we'll stomp, stomp Stomp and stomp our feet We're gonna clap, clap, clap Let's start our own beat And then we'll scream Scream, scream on top of it We'll make the best of it
I got your message and I know What you mean, now Dean (Hey, hey, know what you mean) You forgot that you went out And pawned our machine (Ho, ho, pawned our machine)
The finance company man was here He took the tv and he took our chairs I bought a candle that burns real bright In case they decide they want To turn out the lights
We're gonna, call, call Call, call all our friends We're gonna let them know When the party begins And then we'll groove Groove, groove, groove it a bit We'll make the best of it
Hey Dean, you really caused a scene (Hey, hey, caused a scene) Hey Jean, now you know what I mean (Ho, ho, know what I mean)
Everyone is having a ball They're even dancing all out in the hall The landlady says the music's too loud But when she saw the fun we had She joined the crowd
And she said stomp, stomp Stomp, stomp your feet Come on, let's clap, clap, clap Let's start our own beat And then we'll shout Shout, shout on top of it We'll make the best of it
Stand On It Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen First release by: Bruce Springsteen - 1985
Well Jimmy Lee was hookin' 'round the far turn of a funky southern Florida dirt track He had mud caked on his goggles and a screamin' 350 stacked up on his back Well as he passed the stands he was feelin' all tuckered out When through the roar of his engine he heard somebody shout "Stand on it, come on boy, stand on it"
Mary Beth started to drift, she hit the shift but she just couldn't get a hand on it Racin' some Red Hill boys, she had the deed to the ranch and a grand on it With eight grand blowin' hot on the red line She blew past a hitchhiker out on Route 39 He hollered "Stand on it, go 'head baby, stand on it"
Well now when in doubt and you can't figure it out Just stand on it Well, if your mind's confused, you don't know what you're gonna do Well buddy, stand on it Well if you've lost control of the situation at hand Go grab a girl; go see a rock and roll band And stand on it Come on man, stand on it
Well now Columbus he discovered America even though he hadn't planned on it He got lost and woke up one morning when he's about to land on it He wouldn't of got out of Italy, man that's for sure Without Queen Isabella standing on the shore Shouting "Stand on it, go ahead man, stand on it"
Well now when in doubt and you can't figure it out Just stand on it Well, if your mind's confused, you don't know what you're gonna do Well buddy, stand on it Well if you've lost control of the situation at hand Go grab a girl; go see a rock and roll band And stand on it Come on man, stand on it
Bobby was leadin' the pack, he settled back and he got ready for the long haul Well fifty yards from the finish line somebody roared up and they blew him into the wall Well he rolled over twice, lucky to survive Layin' in the back of the ambulance more dead than alive Somebody shouted "Man, you call that drivin'? Why didn't you stand on it"
Talking To You Composer(s): Andreas Mørck - Jacob Launbjerg First performance by: Jakob Sveistrup - 2005
You nailed me to the floor with just one look I'll sail any ocean, to show my devotion If only I could open up your eyes And get your attention, a brand new dimension
Connect your inner line And tell me that you're mine M-mh, yeah
I'm talking to you, through my heart Talking to you girl, just tell me where to start I wanna get through, right away Wanna get through now, can't wait another day
You're all I hoped to find I've never felt like this before I got to make you mine
I wonder how it feels to be with you Imagination, my sweet temptation I just can't get enough I'm desperate, desperate for your love
I'm talking to you, through my heart Talking to you girl, just tell me where to start I wanna get through, right away Wanna get through now, can't wait another day
You're all I hoped to find I've never felt like this before I've got to make you mine
(I'm talking to, I'm talking to you) I'm talking to you, baby (I wanna get, I wanna get through) I wanna get through
(I'm talking to you, through my heart) Talking to you girl, just tell me where to start (I wanna get through, right away) Wanna get through (wanna get through now) Can't wait another day
You're all I hoped to find I've never felt like this before I know you will be mine
Hey Gyp Composer(s): Donovan Leitch Performer(s): The Animals; Les Homewreckers; Keith Shields; The Soul Survivors
I'll buy you a Chevrolet, I'll buy you a Chevrolet I'll buy you a Chevrolet if you'll just give me some of your love girl Please give me some of your love, please give me some of your love girl, all right
I'll buy you a Ford Mustang, I'll buy you a Ford Mustang I'll buy you a Ford Mustang if you'll just give me some of your love now Yeah, give me some of your love girl, yeah, you know what I want
I'll buy you a Cadillac, ah, ah, I'll buy you a Cadillac I'll buy you a Cadillac if you'll just give me some of your love now, yeah Give me some of your love woman, all right Yes, I will
I'll buy you a house on a hill, I'll buy you a house on a hill I'll buy you a mansion on a hill if you just give me some of your love now, now, now Give me some of your love, good good lovin, all right, all right
I don't want your Cadillac, I don't want your Cadillac, long and shiny and black I don't want your Cadillac, boy, I don't want your Cadillac, yeah
Woman can't you hear my heartbeat? Can't you hear my heartbeat? Whoa, can't you hear my heartbeat? I just need some of your love girl, I need some of your love now, yes I do Can't you hear my heartbeat? Can't you hear my heartbeat? Don't you hear my heart? Yeah, hear my heartbeat, up My heartbeat, yeah I'm going under your spell, like thunder, help Help, help, help me, yeah, all right
I'll take your Cadillac, I'll take your Cadillac, all shiny and black I'm gonna take your Cadillac, boy, take your Cadillac, now Take your Cadillac, now, take your Cadillac Give me your love Give me your love Whoa, love, oh love Give me your love Give me your love
Stand In The Fire Composer(s): Diane Warren Performer(s): Mickey Thomas
Whoa Out in the street Out in the night Out on your own You don't care when They say it's tough Makin' it through Cos nothing can stop This dream inside you
In this world, you take your chances In this world, you do your best In this life, sometimes you've got to
Stand in the fire Go to the wire Dreams and desires They will lead you home Whoa
Movin' ahead Straight to the top To get all you want You give all you got Puttin' it all Out on the line You go to the wall But you won't mind Cos it's a test A test of courage It's a game You play to win Gotta face some hard times But to touch the flame You know you've got to
Stand in the fire Go to the wire Dreams and desires They will lead you Stand in the fire Go to the wire Dreams and desires They will lead you home
In this world, you take your chances In this world, you do your best In this life, sometimes you've got to (Stand in the fire, go to the wire) (Dreams and desire) They will lead you Stand
Stand in the fire Go to the wire Dreams and desire They will lead you Stand in the fire Go to the wire (In this world, you take your chances) Dreams and desire They will lead you
Hey Grandma Composer(s): Jerry Miller; Don Stevenson Performer(s): Moby Grape; The Move
Hey Grandma, you're so young Your old man's just a boy Been a long time this time (pow-pow-pow) Been a long time this time (pow-pow-pow) Been a long time this time round, this time round Everything is upside down, upside down Sure lookin' good You're lookin' so good You're sure lookin' good
SF freak scene was on my mind Fillmore Slim is just a-wasting time Well I got high this time (pow-pow-pow) Well I got high this time (pow-pow-pow) Well I got high this time round, this time round Everything is upside down, upside down Cause your lookin' good You're lookin' so good You're sure lookin' good
