Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Stormy ((Adapted from: Sunny (by Mieko Hirota) - 1965)) Composer(s): Bobby Hebb - Buddy Buie - James Cobb Performer(s): Classics IV - 1969 and multiple other artists
Titles In Other Languages: 1966 - Sunny (by Richard Anthony) 1977 - Sunny (by Horst Jankowski)
You were the sunshine, baby, whenever you smiled But I call you Stormy today All of a sudden that ole rain's fallin' down And my world is cloudy and gray You've gone away Oh Stormy, oh Stormy Bring back that sunny day
Yesterday's love was like a warm summer breeze But, like the weather ya changed Now things are dreary, baby And it's windy and cold And I stand alone in the rain Callin' your name Oh Stormy, oh Stormy Bring back that sunny day
Yankee Rose Composer(s): David Lee Roth; Steve Vai Performer(s): David Lee Roth; Enuff Z'nuff
(spoken) What? Well let me roll up onto the sidewalk and take a look Yes! Whoa! She's beautiful! I'm talkin 'bout a Yankee Rose And she looks wild, wild, wild! Are you ready for the new sensation Well here's a shot heard round the world All you backroom boys salute When her flag unfolds Well, guess who's back in circulation Now I don't know what you might have heard But what I need right now's The original good time girl
(chorus) She's a vision form coast to coast (Coast to coast) Sea to shining sea (Sea to shining sea) Hey, sister you're the perfect host (Make a toast) Show me your bright lights And your city lights, all right I'm talkin' about the Yankee Rose (Bright lights) And your city lights, all right I'm talkin' about it
When she walks Watch the sparks go flyin' Firecrackin' on the 4th of July No sad songs tonight Somethings in the air Yeah, the feeling gets you A real state of independence So pretty when her rockets fly Still provin' any night That her flag's still there
(chorus) I'm in love with the Yankee Rose
Oh, she's beatiful, alright Mmm, nothin' like her in the whole world Yeah!
She's right on time I'm on the case Pick up the phone No time to waste She got the beat And there's a little bit Comin' your way
(spoken) Oh, raise 'em up there Let's see who salutes, baby Little bit, little bit, little bit higher Here's the mast, swing 'em from here I wanna get a little bit of apple pie, man
Sunny ((Adapted from: Sunny (by Mieko Hirota) - 1965)) Composer(s): Bobby Hebb - Buddy Buie - James Cobb - Jacques Plante Performer(s): Richard Anthony - 1966
Titles In Other Languages: 1969 - Stormy (by Classics IV) 1977 - Sunny (by Horst Jankowski)
Sunny, ce matin encore c'était l'hiver Sunny, depuis que tu es là le ciel est plus clair Il y a du soleil dans les rues sur les toits Le printemps est revenu avec toi Et je t'aime toujours, mon amour
Sunny, c'est déjà la fin de ma longue nuit Sunny, à nouveau pour moi le soleil luit J'ai eu des mauvais jours dans le vent et la pluie J'avais si peur que tu m'oublies Mais tu m'aimes toujours, mon amour
Sunny, tu m'as ramené tant de soleil Sunny, le ciel est si bleu quand je m'éveille Je me vois déjà aux vacances d'été Les beaux jours durent toute l'année Et je t'aime toujours, mon amour
Sunny, merci pour toutes les choses que je te dois Sunny, pour tout le bonheur d'être avec toi Oh merci pour le regard que tu poses sur moi Et pour les images que j'y vois Et je t'aime toujours, mon amour
Oh ! Sunny, ce matin encore c'était l'hiver Sunny, depuis que tu es là le ciel est plus clair Il y a du soleil dans les rues sur les toits Le printemps est là avec toi Et je t'aime toujours, mon amour
Ya no entiendo nada lo que pasa aquí el planeta está perdiendo la razón a ninguna parte ya me dejan ir todo el mundo dice: yankee go home yankee go home, going home...
No sé por qué creen que tengo mala fe con lo guapo y simpático que soy yo sólo pretendo ser papá Noel traigo cocacolas, tanques y el Playboy yankee go home, going home...
Dicen que me vuelva a donde yo nací que me quede para siempre en Oregón pero a mi me gusta mucho más Madrid porque allí cerquita está mi Torrejón yankee go home, going home...
Sunny - 1965 ((aka Stormy (by Classics IV) - 1969)) Composer(s): Bobby Hebb First release by: Mieko Hirota - 1965 Covered by multiple other artists
Titles In Other Languages: 1966 - Sunny (by Richard Anthony) 1977 - Sunny (by Horst Jankowski)
Sunny, yesterday my life was filled with rain Sunny, you smiled at me and really eased the pain The dark days are gone, and the bright days are here My Sunny one shines so sincere Sunny one so true, I love you
Sunny, thank you for the sunshine bouquet Sunny, thank you for the love you brought my way You gave to me your all and all Now I feel ten feet tall Sunny one so true, I love you
Sunny, thank you for the truth you let me see Sunny, thank you for the facts from A to C My life was torn like a wind-blown sand And the rock was formed when you held my hand Sunny one so true, I love you
Sunny, thank you for the smile upon your face Sunny, thank you for the gleam that shows its grace You're my spark of nature's fire You're my sweet complete desire Sunny one so true, I love you
Yankee Doodle Dandy Composer(s): George M. Cohan Performer(s): James Cagney; and various other artists
I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy A Yankee Doodle, do or die A real live nephew of my uncle Sam's Born on the Fourth of July I've got a Yankee Doodle sweetheart She's my Yankee Doodle joy Yankee Doodle came to London Just to ride the ponies I am a Yankee Doodle boy
I'm the kid that's all the candy I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy I'm glad I am So's Uncle Sam I'm a real live Yankee Doodle Made my name and fame and boodle Just like Mister Doodle did By riding on a pony I love to listen to the Dixey strain "I long to see the girl I left behind me" And that ain't a josh She's a Yankee, by gosh Oh, say can you see Anything about a Yankee that's a phoney?
I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy A Yankee Doodle, do or die A real live nephew of my uncle Sam's Born on the Fourth of July I've got a Yankee Doodle sweetheart She's my Yankee Doodle joy Yankee Doodle came to London Just to ride the ponies I am a Yankee Doodle boy
Father's name was Hezikiah Mother's name was Ann Maria Yanks through and through Red, white and blue Father was so Yankee hearted When the Spanish War was started He slipped upon his uniform And hopped up on a pony My mother's mother was a Yankee true My father's father was a Yankee too And that's going some For the Yankees, by gum Oh, say can you see Anything about my pedigree that's phoney?
I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy A Yankee Doodle, do or die A real live nephew of my uncle Sam's Born on the Fourth of July I've got a Yankee Doodle sweetheart She's my Yankee Doodle joy Yankee Doodle came to London, Just to ride the ponies I am a Yankee Doodle boy
Storm In A Teacup (French Version: Dans La Vie Tout S'arrange - 1976) Composer(s): Lynsey De Paul - Ronald Ernest Alfred Roker First release by: The Fortunes - 1972 Covered by multiple other artists
Pitter, patter, pitter, patter
One drop of rain on your window pane Doesn't mean to say there's a thunderstorm coming The rain may fall For an hour or more But it doesn't matter No, it doesn't matter
One gentle breeze blowing softly through the trees Doesn't mean to say there's a hurricane humming So don't start running Every time you hear it coming Cuz it doesn't matter You know it doesn't matter
One little word that you may have overheard Doesn't mean to say that my love for you is dying So don't start crying over second-hand lying Cuz it doesn't matter No, it doesn't matter
It's a storm in a teacup Brewing up double All those tiny little troubles It's a storm in a teacup It really doesn't matter If it pitter, pitter, patters all the day
Yama, Yama, Pretty Mama Composer(s): Richard Berry; Joe Josea Performer(s): Richard Berry; Big Sandy & His Fly-Rite Boys; New York Jimmy & the Jive Five
Yama yama pretty mama, yama yama pretty mama Yama yama yama yama yama yama Pretty mama you look good to me
Well I got a five foot baby Cutest thing you'll ever see Heart full of lovin' an' it's all for me
Yama yama pretty mama, yama yama pretty mama Yama yama yama yama yama yama Pretty mama you look good to me
Well all the guys talk about Their girls so fine Wait a minute boy till you see mine
Yama yama pretty mama, yama yama pretty mama Yama yama yama yama yama yama Pretty mama you look good to me
Well she got a smile Make you do-oo-o anything Sparkle in her eye begats a diamond ring
Yama yama pretty mama, yama yama pretty mama Yama yama yama yama yama yama Pretty mama you look good to me
[Sax Solo]
She got a smile Make you do-oo-o anything Sparkle in her eye begats a diamond ring
Yama yama pretty mama, yama yama pretty mama Yama yama yama yama yama yama Pretty mama you look good to me
[Guitar Solo]
Well all the cats talk about Their girls so fine Wait a minute boy till you see mine
Yama yama pretty mama, yama yama pretty mama Yama yama yama yama yama yama Pretty mama you look good to me
Yama yama pretty mama, yama yama pretty mama Yama yama yama yama yama yama Pretty mama you look good to me
Storm In A Teacup Composer(s): Tom Evans Performer(s): Badfinger
Well, you just slammed the door in my face Well, that ain't any disgrace It's a natural thing to do Because true love never runs smooth
Well
It's just a storm in a teacup, baby We'll never break up, baby Storm in a teacup, baby
You will leave for a day (day) Then come back here anyway (way) You'll come knocking on my door And then tell me, "je t'adore!" ["I adore you"]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's just a storm in a teacup, baby We'll never break up, baby Storm in a teacup, baby
It's just a storm in a teacup, baby We'll never break up, baby Storm in a teacup, baby
You will leave for a day (day) Then come back here anyway (way) You'll come knocking on my door And then tell me, "je t'adore!" ["I adore you"]
Yeah, yeah, yeah It's just a storm in a teacup, baby We'll never break up, baby Storm in a teacup, baby We'll never break up, baby Storm in a teacup Storm in a teacup Storm in a teacup, yeah
Y'All Come Back Saloon Composer(s): Sharon Vaughn Performer(s): The Oakridge Boys
She played tambourine with a silver jingle and she must have known the word to at least a million tunes but the one most requested by the man she knew as cowboy was the late night benediction at the y'all come back saloon
In a voice soft and trembling she'd sing her song to cowboy as a smokey halo circled round her raven hair And all the fallen angels and pinball playing rounders stopped the games that they'd been playing for the losers evening prayer
Faded love and faded memories how they linger in her mind miles and years played the cowboy like and old melody out of tune and out of time
Every night in the shadows thinking back on Amarillo he'd dream of better days and ask for faded love lifting high his glass in honor of the lady and her song he paid his check then lonely walked the broken cowboy home
Faded love and faded memories how they linger in her mind miles and years played the cowboy like and old melody out of tune and out of time
Faded love and faded memories how they linger in her mind miles and years played the cowboy like and old melody out of tune and out of time
Y'All Come Composer(s): Arlie Duff Performer(s): Bill Monroe; and various other artists
When you live in the country everybody is your neighbor On this one thing you can rely They'll all come to see you and they'll never ever leave you Y'all come to see us bye and bye Y'all come (y'all come), y'all come (y'all come) Oh, you all come to see us when you can Y'all come (y'all come), y'all come (y'all come) Oh, you all come to see us now and then
Now Grandma's a-wishing you'd come out the kitchen And help do the dishes right away Then they all start a-leaving, and though she's a-grieving You can still hear grandma say
Y'all come (y'all come), y'all come (y'all come) Oh, you all come to see us when you can Y'all come (y'all come), y'all come (y'all come) Oh, you all come to see us now and then
Y'all come (y'all come), y'all come (y'all come) Oh, you all come to see us when you can Y'all come (y'all come), y'all come (y'all come) Oh, you all come to see us now and then
Every time I pass your place I get an image of your face And then I wonder what you're thinkin' of As I look through the mist to your window above And the clouds roll by But the silver has tarnished for me in the sky Minutes pass by and the mist starts drifting And the rain starts falling And the air gets cold And I try to move away But my feet won't let me They stay right there But I don't feel cold I feel old The wind is blowing and rain is pouring And the sky is a mass of roiling figures And their eyes flash fire And it streaks across the heavens And it sounds like a man being Torn to shreds by desire
Yakety Yak Composer(s): Jerry Leiber; Mike Stoller Performer(s): The Coasters; and various other artists
Take out the papers and the trash Or you don't get no spending cash If you don't scrub that kitchen floor You ain't gonna rock and roll no more Yakety yak (don't talk back)
Just finish cleaning up your room Let's see that dust fly with that broom Get all that garbage out of sight Or you don't go out Friday night Yakety yak (don't talk back)
You just put on your coat and hat And walk yourself to the Laundromat And when you finish doing that Bring in the dog and put out the cat Yakety yak (don't talk back)
Don't you give me no dirty looks Your father's hip; he knows what cooks Just tell your hoodlum friend outside You ain't got time to take a ride Yakety yak (don't talk back)
Yah Mo B There Composer(s): James Ingram; Quincy Jones; Michael McDonald; Rod Temperton Performer(s): James Ingram; The Eurobeats; Jon Gibson; Quincy Jones; Michael McDonald
Heavenly Father watchin' us fall We take from each other and give nothing at all Well, it's a doggone shame But never too late for change So, if your luck runs low Just reach out and call His name, His name...
(Chorus) Yah Mo B there, Yah Mo B there Yah Mo B there, Yah Mo B there
Whenever you call...
Never be lonely, lost in the night Just run from the darkness, lookin' for the light 'Cause it's a long, hard road That leads to a brighter day, hey... Don't let your heart grow cold Just reach out and call His name, His name...
(Chorus) x 2
Yah will B there You can count on it brother 'Cause we're all just finding our way Travelin' through time People got to keep pushin' on No matter how many dreams slip away Yah will b there
Well, it's a doggone shame But never too late for change So, when your luck runs low Just reach out and call His name Just call His name
Stories Of The Street Composer(s): Leonard Cohen First release by: Leonard Cohen - 1967 Covered by: That Petrol Emotion - 1991
The stories of the street are mine, the Spanish voices laugh The Cadillacs go creeping now through the night and the poison gas and I lean from my window sill in this old hotel I chose yes one hand on my suicide, one hand on the rose
I know you've heard it's over now and war must surely come the cities they are broke in half and the middle men are gone But let me ask you one more time, O children of the dusk All these hunters who are shrieking now oh do they speak for us?
And where do all these highways go, now that we are free? Why are the armies marching still that were coming home to me? O lady with your legs so fine O stranger at your wheel You are locked into your suffering and your pleasures are the seal
The age of lust is giving birth, and both the parents ask the nurse to tell them fairy tales on both sides of the glass And now the infant with his cord is hauled in like a kite and one eye filled with blueprints, one eye filled with night
O come with me my little one, we will find that farm and grow us grass and apples there and keep all the animals warm And if by chance I wake at night and I ask you who I am O take me to the slaughterhouse, I will wait there with the lamb
With one hand on the hexagram and one hand on the girl I balance on a wishing well that all men call the world We are so small between the stars, so large against the sky and lost among the subway crowds I try to catch your eye
Yaaka Hula Hickey Dula Composer(s): Ray Goetz; Joe Young; Pete Wendling Performer(s): Cliff "Ukelele Ike" Edwards, and various other artists
Down Hawaii way, where I chanced to stray On an evening I heard a Hula maiden play Yaaka hula hickey dula, Yaaka hula hickey du Down Hawaii way, by the moonlit bay When I lingered awhile, she stole my heart away Yaaka hula hickey dula, Yaaka hula hickey du Oh, I don't care if you've loved the ladies far and near You'd forget about them all if you could hear Yaaka hula hickey du la, Yaaka hula hickey du
Down Hawaii way, you would love to stay On an evening I heard a Hula maiden play Yaaka hula hickey dula, Yaaka hula hickey du Down Hawaii way, while the breakers play With a movement just like the waves, those Hulas say "Yaaka hula hickey dula, Yaaka hula hickey du" Oh, I don't care if you're never, never loved before You'll be captivated on that coral shore Yaaka hula hickey du la, Yaaka hula hickey du
I'm coming back to you, my Hula Lous Beside the sea at Waikiki, you'll play for me And once again you'll sway my heart your way With your yaaka hula jickey du la tune
