Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Your Cheating Heart Composer(s): Hank Williams Performer(s): Hank Williams; and various other artists
Your cheating heart will make you weep You'll cry and cry and try to sleep But sleep won't come the whole night through Your cheating heart will tell on you
When tears come down like falling rain You'll toss around and call my name You'll walk the floor the way i do Your cheating heart will tell on you
(break)
Your cheating heart will pine some day And crave the love you threw away The time will come when you'll be blue Your cheating heart will tell on you
When tears come down like falling rain You'll toss around and call my name You'll walk the floor the way I do Your cheating heart will tell on you
Your Bulldog Drinks Champagne Composer(s): David Bellamy; Jim Stafford Performer(s): Jim Stafford
There was a lady in a window In the room across the way From the hotel I was staying in While on my holiday I couldn't help but see everything 'Cause I was peeping I confess Still after dinner every night She had the strangest guest
She'd retire to her favorite chair And sit there with a dog Fill the crystal glasses While the fire danced on the log I watched them drink their bubbly brew Until the fire grew dim Then I stuck my head out the window And said why not me instead of him
Oh your bulldog drinks champagne And I ain't one to complain What a perfect waste of wine it seems to be So honey, tell ol' rover that the big dog's coming over 'Cause any woman that would get a bulldog drunk Would have to be good to me
Fourteen days and fourteen nights Not one word did I hear Her with her silk and champagne Over to me in my shorts with a beer She just left the curtains wide And I knew she knew I could see Her and the pug-nosed mutt Guzzling wine and teasing me
Oh your bulldog drinks champagne And I ain't one to complain What a perfect waste of wine it seems to be So honey, tell ol' rover that the big dog's coming over 'Cause any woman that would get a bulldog drunk Would have to be good to me
So I made a bolder move I went over and rang her bell I heard growling from inside And I got scared as hell Then the bulldog staggered out the door And he said, how do yo do But the lady bit me on the leg And I said r-rouf, I love you too
Oh your bulldog drinks champagne And I ain't one to complain What a perfect waste of wine it seems to be So honey, tell ol' rover that the big dog's coming over 'Cause any woman that would get a bulldog drunk Would have to be good to me
Swingin' Composer(s): Lionel Delmore - John Anderson First release by: John Anderson
There's a little girl in our neighbourhood Her name is Charlotte Johnson and she's really looking good I had to go and see her so I called her on the phone I walked over to her house, and this was going on: Her brother was on the sofa eating chocolate pie Her mama was in the kitchen cutting chicken up to fry Her daddy was in the backyard rolling up a garden hose I was on the porch with Charlotte feeling love down to my toes
And we were swingin' Yeah we were swingin' Little Charlotte she's as pretty as the angels when they sing I can't beleive it started on her front porch in the swing Just a swingin'
Now Charlotte is a darling she's the apple of my eye When I'm on the swing with her it makes me almost high Now Charlotte is my lover and she has been since the spring I just can't believe it started on her front porch in the swing Just a swingin'
Your Backyard Composer(s): Burton Cummings Performer(s): Burton Cummings
I wrote you long love letters, Mama, I sent 'em on day by day Need you now even more than I did before As I'm lookin', here's your Daddy comin' With a big ole shotgun too Lovin' situtation look mighty poor
So if'in you're really wonderin' what I'm doin' in your backyard I told you ,Baby, I'd beat it home so soon But if you're really worrin' 'bout what I' m doin' in your backyard Come on out later I'll show you by the light of the moon
I had some dreams and fortune really, Mama, I got carried away And lookin' back even more than I did before As I'm leapin' , creepin', hidin', sleepin' here's your Daddy with a shotgun too My lovin' situtation ain't nothin' but poor
So if'in you're really worried 'bout what I'm doin' in your backyard I told you, Baby, I's beatin' it home so soon Well if you're really worrin' 'bout what I' m doin' in your backyard Come on out later I'll show you by the light of the moon
Baby, thinkin' 'bout reelin' back, wonderin' why I'm standin' here cryin', Honey, lookin' in your backyard Don't ya worry 'bout nothin', ya got nothin' on your mind but me But as I'm layin' on my back about, thinkin' 'bout summertime gettin' back all the way Everything I see, Honey, reminding me
Come on get your lovin' man, come on get him while he's hot, get him on the run Babe, I here your lookin' but really too blind to see, oh, hey, What ya gonna think About wham-bam, thank you Maam, where you goin' on the Wildwood trail Everything I see, Honey, reminding me
Baby, might be thinkin' 'bout, really livin' back, layin' back, standin' in your backyard Told you, Baby, I's beatin' it home so soon If you're really wonderin' what I' m doin' in your backyard Come on out later, Babe, I'll show you by the light of the moon
Swing, Mr. Mendelssohn Composer(s): Walter Jurmann - Gus Kahn - Bronislaw Kaper Performer(s): Judy Garland
Da da da da da da da oh do dad dah dah dah dah dah dah da da o da o
Teach me how to sing Music with a modern rhythm Let me swing Mr. Mendelssohn swing
Mmusic is a thing That's no good without that rhythm Sweet and hot Past the soul Get yourself a little dash of holy ho And swing it Mr. Mendelssohn swing it high Hey swing it low oh di di di di di di di do da da and swing it Mr. Mendelssohn swing di di di di di di oh oh da da da and swing it Mr. Mendelssohn swing swing it Mr. feel it Mendelssohn a rodie doc a rodie doc a rodie da In my singing school I am one of many ouuu it's just so cool Mr. Mendelssohn had his day many could pass him this day day di di di do di di di da da da rodie doc rodie doc hey de hey hey de hey hey de hey hey de ho hey de ho oooohhhh
Your Baby Has Gone Down The Plug-Hole (aka Mother's Lament) (Traditional) Performer(s): Cream; and various other artists
A mother was bathin' her baby one night The youngest of ten, a poor little mite The mother was fat and the baby was fin T'was nawt but a skellington wrapped up in skin
The mother turned round for the soap from the rack She weren't gone a minute, but when she got back Her baby had gone, and in anguish she cried "Oh, where is my baby?", and the angels replied
Your baby has gorn dahn the plug'ole Your baby has gorn dahn the plug The poor little thing was so skinny and thin He shoulda been bathed in a jug
Your baby is perfik'ly happy He won't need no bathin' no more He's workin' his way through the sewers Not lost, just gone on before
Your baby has gorn dahn the drainpipe And the chlorine is bad for his eyes He's havin' a swim, and it's healthy for him He needed the exercise
Don't worry 'baht 'im, just be 'appy For I know he is suff'rin' no pain Your baby has gorn dahn the plug'ole Let's hope he don't stop up the drain
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Alternate Verse:
Your baby is perfik'ly 'appy He won't need a bath any more He's muckin' abaht with the angels above Not lost but gone before
He was a famous trumpet man from old Chicago way He had a boogie style that no one else could play He was the top man at his craft But then his number came up and he was gone with the draft He's in the army now, a-blowin' Reveille He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B A-toot, a-toot, a-toot-diddelyada
(And now three lovely ladies that are sending GI's hearts all over the World)
Ai, ai, ai, ai, ai Have you ever danced in the tropics? Well that girl's a fool With the Gaucho ????? Of the South American way, hey!
Ai, ai, ai, ai. ai Could you have ever kissed in the moon light If you never kissed Who knows what you've missed In the South American Way
Bei mir bist du schoen Please let me explain Bie mir bist du schoen means you're grand
Bei mir bist du schoen Again I'll explain It means you're the fairest in the land
I could say "bella, bella" Even say "wunderbar" Each language only helps me tell you How grand you are
I'll try to explain Bei mir bist du schoen So kiss me and say you'll understand
(Okay guys, grab your gal and hit the floor 'Cos here's that beat you've been waiting to swing to)
Who's the lovin' daddy with the beautiful eyes What a pair o' lips, I'd like to try 'em for size I'll just tell him, "Baby, won't you swing it with me" Hope he tells me, "Baby, what a wing it will be" So, I said politely "Darlin' may I intrude" He said "Don't keep me waitin' when I'm in the mood"
In the mood In the mood In the mood It didn't take me long to say "I'm in the mood now"
If you ever go down Trinidad They make you feel so very glad Calypso sing and make up rhyme Guarantee you one real good fine time
Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola Go down Point Koomahnah Both mother and daughter Workin' for the Yankee dollar
Oh, Tico Tico, tick Oh, Tico Tico, tock This Tico Tico, he's the cuckoo in my clock And when he says "Cuckoo" He means it's time to woo It's Tico time for all the lovers in the block
I've got a heavy date A tete-a-tete at eight So speak, oh Tico, tell me is it getting late? If I'm on time, cuckoo But, if I'm late, woo woo The one my heart is gone to may not want to wait
In Spain they say "Si, si" In France you hear "Oui, oui" Ev'ry little Dutch girl says "Ya, ya" Ev'ry little Russian says "Da, da"
Younger Than Springtime
Composer(s): Oscar Hammerstein II - Richard Rodgers
First performance by: William Tabbert - 1949
Covered by multiple other artists
Younger than springtime are you Softer than starlight are you Warmer than winds of June are the gentle lips you gave me Gayer than laughter are you Sweeter than music are you Angel and lover, heaven and earth Are you to me
And when your youth and joy invade my arms And fill my heart, as now they do Younger than springtime am I Gayer than laughter am I Angel and lover, heaven and earth Am I with you
Swing Me An Old-Fashioned Song Composer(s): Walter Bullock - Harold Spina Performer(s): Shirley Temple
First of all you start this way Back and forth that's the way And now that you've got yourself swinging Do the same thing with your singing
Swing me an old-fashioned song Down by the old mail stream Da da de da da Swing me an old-fashioned song old-fashioned song
Croon me an old-fashioned tune Da de da de da In the evening by the moonlight You can hear those darkies singing Oh Oh, croon me an old-fashioned tune
Just keep it soft and sweet With rhythm from the start But keep that old time beat The beat that's, straight from the heart
Swing me an old-fashioned song² I wanted to say to the fields Maggie That's it, Its just an old-fashioned song
Dear old girls around us sing about you Roll be like a roll around Won't you try it Oh my darling Oh my darling, darling Croon me an old-fashioned tune
Won't you swing just an old-fashioned song Ye'll take the high road and I'll take the low road And I'll be in Scotland a'fore Ye That how to swing, an old-fashioned song Now sing and you'll be happy all day long Sing an old-fashioned song
Younger Girl Composer(s): John Sebastian Performer(s): The Lovin' Spoonful and multiple other artists
She's one of those girls who seems to come in the Spring One look in her eyes and you forget everything That you had ready to say And I saw her today, yeah... A younger girl keeps a-rollin' 'cross my mind No matter how much I try, I can't seem to leave her memory behind Oh, I remember her eyes, soft dark and brown Said she'd never been in trouble, even in town A younger girl keeps a-rollin' 'cross my mind No matter how much I try, I can't seem to leave her memory behind And should I hang around, acting like her brother In a few more years, they'd call us right for each other And why If I wait I'll just die, yeah... A younger girl keeps a-rollin' 'cross my mind No matter how much I try, I can't seem to leave her memory behind Oh, I remember her eyes, soft dark and brown Said she'd never been in trouble, even in town A younger girl keeps a-rollin' 'cross my mind She's one of those girls who seems to come in the Spring One look in her eyes and you forget everything That you had ready to say
Swing Low, Sweet Cheerio Composer(s): Michael Bruce - Glen Buxton - Alice Cooper - Dennis Dunaway - Neal Smith Performer(s): Alice Cooper
Forget, remember nothing The force came from the flame I pass along the path inside My light shinning always We'll get there first a name cried out And looked back all the way Recall falling down a lot of time was spent that way But this story staring me has already begun 'Cuz I had some vision in my sight On the journey to be one Help me, help please, help me please The screaming starts again But the trick I find something hid You look, you find, I win While working while the play was on The play was alright then Think thought, big thoughts Take off and go back again next week Right then my story ended And a new one had begun 'Cuz I had some vision in my sight On the journey to be one
Younger Generation Composer(s): John Sebastian Performer(s): The Lovin' Spoonful; The Critters; Bobby Vee; John Sebastian; José Feliciano; Chuck Perrin
Why must every generation think their folks are square And no matter where their heads are, they know Mom´s ain´t there 'Cause I swore when I was small that I´d remember when I knew what´s wrong with them, that I was smaller then
Determined to remember all the card'nal rules Like sun showers are legal grounds for cuttin' school I know I have forgotten maybe one or two And I hope that I recall them all before the baby´s due And I know he´ll have a question or two
Like "Hey, Pop, can I go ride my zoom It goes two hundred miles an hour suspended on balloons And can I put a droplet of this new stuff on my tongue And imagine frothing dragons while you sit and wreck your lungs" And I must be permissive, understanding of the younger generation
Then I´ll know that all I´ve learned my kid assumes And all my deepest worries must be his cartoons And still I´ll try to them him all the things I´ve done Relating to what he can do when he becomes a man And still he´ll stick his fingers in the fan
And "Hey, Pop, my girlfriend´s only three She´s got her own videophone and she´s taking L.S.D. And now that we´re best friends, she wants to give a bit to me But what´s the matter Daddy, how come you´re turning green? Can it be that you can´t live up to your dreams?"
Young, Gifted And Black Composer(s): Weldon Irvine; Nina Simone Performer(s): Houston Person; and various other artists
To be young, gifted and black oh what a lovely precious dream To be young, gifted and black open up your heart to what I mean 'Cause you know in this whole wide world There's a million A million boys and girls Who are young, gifted and black and that's a fact!
To be young, gifted and black We must begin to tell our young Don't you know there's a whole world waiting for you? Don't you know the quest has just begun for you? Haven't you heard that the joy the joy! the joy of the day is that one day that we all be proud to say That we were young, gifted and black and it's sho' 'nuff where it's at!
Swing Au Pressing Composer(s): Michel Jonasz - A. Goldstein Performer(s): Françoise Hardy
Sam'di-midi blanchissage Pantalons costumes corsages Qui qui lessive en lessiveuse C'est la ménagère heureuse On nettoie la crasse d'une semaine Son cambouis ses soucis ses peines Dégraissage complet mon mari M'a fait la chose aujourd'hui Ça swing au pressing On met des sous dans les machines Pour voir tourner les bulles d'enzymes Swing au pressing Ça smart ou ça pop art Tout'l'monde est à l'eau écarlate Blouse de mécano noir smoking Swing au pressing Les vagues dans ces hublots mesdames Font-elles penser à la Guyane L'adoucisseur adoucit-il Vos curs fragiles Détache rince essore sèche ma belle La seule issue c'est l'eau d'javel Au mal d'amour aux migraines Allez à la s'maine prochaine Ça swing au pressing On met des sous dans les machines Pour voir tourner les bulles d'enzymes Swing au pressing Ça smart ou ça pop art Tout'l'monde est à l'eau écarlate No smoking because oppressing Swing au pressing
The Swimming Song Composer(s): Loudon Wainwright III First release by: Louden Wainwright III - 1973 Covered by multiple other artists
This summer I went swimming This summer I might have drowned But I held my breath, kicked my feet And I moved my arms around Moved my arms around
This summer I did the backstroke And you know that that's not all I did the breaststroke, the butterfly And the old Australian Crawl The old Australian Crawl
This summer I swam in a public place And a reservoir to boot At the latter I was informal At the former I wore my suit I wore my swimming suit
This summer I did swan-dives And jack-knifes for you all And once when you weren't looking I did a cannon-ball Did a cannon-ball