Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Swiss Maid Composer(s): Roger Miller Performer(s): Del Shannon and multiple other artists
One time a long time ago On a mountain in Switzerland Yo lo lo lo lo There lived a fair young maiden Lovely but lonely Yo ho ho ho
Day after day shed pine her heart away Yo lo lo lo lo lo lady yay Cause no love came her way
One day her papa say Someday well go down to the village in the valley There youll meet a nice young man Hell ask for your hand Then youll be happy
But every day she grew unhappier On the mountain in Switzerland Yo lo lo lo lo Every day a little bit lonelier Which way to turn, which way to go
And day after day shed pine her heart away Yo lo lo lo lo lo lady yay But no love came her way
Some say the maidens dream never came true She never got to go to the valley If she did or not I really dont know Wo..ho..ho ho Did she die unhappy
Id rather think she found her love Wouldnt you rather think she did find love Somewhere, someway Yodel..lady..ay Yodel lady..ay
Your Good Girl's Gonna Go Bad Composer(s): Billy Sherrill; Glenn Sutton Performer(s): Tammy Wynette; and various other artists
I've never seen the inside of a Bar Room Or listened to a Juke box all night long But I see these are the things that bring you pleasure So I'm gonna make some changes in our home
Well I've heard it said if you can't beat 'em join 'em so if that's the way you wanted me to be Well if it takes that to keep you happy From now on you're gonna see a different me
Chorus
Because your good girl's gonna go bad I'm gonna be the swinginest swinger you've ever had If you like 'em painted up, powdered up, then you oughta be glad 'cos your good girl's gonna go bad
I'll even learn to like the taste of whisky In fact you'll hardly recognise your wife I'll buy some brand new clothes and dress up fancy For my journey to the wilder side of life
Chorus
Because your good girl's gonna go bad I'm gonna be the swinginest swinger you ever had If you like 'em painted up, powdered up Then you oughta be glad 'cos your good girl's gonna go bad
Swingin' On The Moon Composer(s): Robert Bruce - Mel Tormé Performer(s): Mel Tormé; Perry Danos; Nikki Yanofsky
Are you tired of summer nights and noons? Do you yawn when they speak sunny Spain? Could you live without ever seeing old Rangoon? Then come with me and let's go swingin' on the moon
Have you had enough of London fog New York snow and California smog? Would you say "arrivederci" to Rome in June? Then fly with me and let's go swingin' on the moon
Let's have a honeymoon on the moon, honey Far from the noisy earth below And if your mama asks "Why the moon" honey Just tell her your feller has gone inter-stellar
Grab your hat and we'll head off in the blue In a little rocket built for two Baby, we're gonna blast off, and before we're through We'll leave the cares that we know on terra firma below While we go singin' and swingin' on the moon
Hey, let's grab a holiday on the moon, honey Far from the hustle of the crowd And if your folks ask about our house, honey Tell mater and pater we live in the crater
We're really gonna enjoy a life of ease Livin' on moonlight cocktails and green cheese Mister and Missus Space Commuter, if you please And in a few years we might produce our own satelite While we go singin' and swingin' on the moon
Swingin' on the moon ... moonlight cocktail ... Moonlight becomes you ... blue moon ... Moon over Miami ... velvet moon ... how high the moon ... Don't let the moon get away ... the moon was yellow ...
Your Gold Teeth Composer(s): Walter Becker; Donald Fagen Performer(s): Steely Dan
Got a feeling I've been here before Watching as you cross the killing floor You know you'll have to pay it all You'll pay today or pay tomorrow You fasten up your beaded gown Then you try to tie me down Do you work it out one by one Or played in combination You throw out your gold teeth Do you see how they roll I have seen your iron and your brass Can't you see it shine behind the glass Your fortune is your roving eye Your mouth and legs Your gift for the runaround Torture is the main attraction I don't need that kind of action You don't have to dance for me I've seen your dance before Do you throw out your gold teeth Do you see how they roll
Tobacco they grow in Peking In the Year of the Locust You'll see a sad thing Even Cathy Berberian knows There's one roulade she can't sing Dumb luck my friend Won't suck me in this time
Got a feeling I've been here before Won't you let me help you find the door All you got to do is use Your silver shoes A gift for the runaround Use your knack darlin' Take one step back darlin' There ain't nothing in Chicago For a monkey woman to do Do you throw out your gold teeth Do you see how they roll
Swinging On A Star ((French Version: À Toi De Choisir (by Richard Anthony)) - 1964)) Composer(s): Johnny Burke - Jimmy Van Heusen First release by: Bing Crosby & Williams Brothers - 1944 Covered by multiple other artists
Would you like to swing on a star Carry moonbeams home in a jar And be better off than you are Or would you rather be a mule?
A mule is an animal with long funny ears Kicks up at anything he hears His back is brawny but his brain is weak He's just plain stupid with a stubborn streak And by the way, if you hate to go to school You may grow up to be a mule
Or would you like to swing on a star Carry moonbeams home in a jar And be better off than you are Or would you rather be a pig?
A pig is an animal with dirt on his face His shoes are a terrible disgrace He has no manners when he eats his food He's fat and lazy and extremely rude But if you don't care a feather or a fig You may grow up to be a pig
Or would you like to swing on a star Carry moonbeams home in a jar And be better off than you are Or would you rather be a fish?
A fish won't do anything, but swim in a brook He can't write his name or read a book To fool the people is his only thought And though he's slippery, he still gets caught But then if that sort of life is what you wish You may grow up to be a fish A new kind of jumped-up slippery fish
And all the monkeys aren't in the zoo Every day you meet quite a few So you see it's all up to you You can be better than you are You could be swingin' on a star
Your Flag Decal Won't Get You Into Heaven Anymore Composer(s): John Prine Performer(s): John Prine
While digesting Reader's Digest In the back of a dirty book store A plastic flag, with gum on the back Fell out on the floor Well, I picked it up and I ran outside Slapped on my window shield And if I could see old Betsy Ross I tell her how good I feel
Chorus: But your flag decal won't get you Into Heaven any more They're already overcrowded From your dirty little war Now Jesus don't like killin' No matter what the reason's for And your flag decal won't get you Into Heaven any more
Well, I went to the bank this morning And the cashier he said to me "If you join the Christmas club We'll give you ten of them flags for free" Well, I didn't mess around a bit I took her up on what he said And I stuck them stickers all over my car And one on my wife's forehead
Repeat Chorus:
Well, I got my window shield so filled With flags I couldn't see So, I ran the car upside a curb And right into a tree By the time they got a doctor down I was already dead And I'll never understand why the man Standing in the Pearly Gates said...
But your flag decal won't get you Into Heaven any more We're already overcrowded From your dirty little war Now Jesus don't like killin' No matter what the reason's for And your flag decal won't get you Into Heaven any more
À Toi De Choisir ((Adapted from: Swinging On A star (by Bing Crosby) - 1944) Composer(s): Johnny Burke - Jimmy Van Heusen - Jacques Plante Performer(s): Richard Anthony - 1964
Ma petite sur bien aimée - oh oh oh Viens un peu ici m'écouter - oh oh oh Je t'aime bien mais tu me désoles - oh oh oh Car tu ne fais rien à l'école !
À toi de choisir ce que tu veux devenir - ah oui alors Quelqu'un dont on parle et qu'on admire - tout à fait d'accord Ou simplement un petit animal qui ne sait rien et qui se tient très mal Mais si tu prends la première solution - oui bien sûr Tu dois apprendre tes leçons - je ne veux pas apprendre les leçons
Ma petite sur bien aimée - oui oui Prends conseil de ton frère aîné - je veux bien je veux bien Pour trouver plus tard un mari - oh j'ai le temps Faut savoir la géométrie - menteur
À toi de choisir ce que tu veux devenir Mais il faut bûcher pour réussir - à qui le dis-tu Savoir les chefs lieux des départements - tu le sais toi Et conjuguer un verbe à tout les temps Si l'on voyait que tu comptes sur tes doigts - comme toi Tous tes copains riraient de toi - tu parles ils font tous comme moi Oh oh oh Oh oh oh Oh oh oh
Mais si tu fais bien tes devoirs Tu n'as pas de crainte à avoir Le succès te tendra les bras Et moi je serai fier de toi - oh oh oh Et moi je serai fier de toi - oh oh oh Et moi je serai fier de toi - oh oh oh
Your Feet's Too Big Composer(s): Ada Benson; Fred Fisher Performer(s): Fats Waller; and various other artists
Spoken: Who's that walkin' 'round here? Mercy! Sounds like baby patter Baby elephant patter, that's what I calls it
Say, up in Harlem, at a table for two There were four of us, me, your big feet and you From your ankles up, I say you sure are sweet From there down, there's just too much feet!
Yes, your feet's too big! Don't want ya 'cause your feet's too big! Can't use ya 'cause your feet's too big! I really hate ya 'cause your feet's too big! Yeah!
Lah-dee-doo-dah Nah-dah-nah-dah Where d'ya get 'em? Nah-dee-ah-dah
Your girl, she likes ya, she thinks you're nice Got what it takes to be in paradise She said she likes your face, she likes your rig But, man, oh, man, them things are too big
Oh, your feet's too big Don't want ya 'cause your feet's too big! Mad at ya 'cause your feet's too big I hate ya 'cause your feet's too big
Spoken: My goodness, gun the gunboats! Shift! Shift! Shift!
Oh, your pedal extremities are colossal To me you look just like a fossil You got me walkin', talkin' and squawkin' 'Cause your feet's too big, yeah
Spoken: Come on and walk that thing Oh, I never heard o' such walkin', Mercy! You know your pedal extremities really are obnoxious One never knows, do one?
Swinging On A Gate Composer(s): Harry Hemsley Performer(s): Harry Hemsley
I wish I was a little boy But then you see I'm not I'm very fond of little boys I know an awful lot I like the sort of games they play I think they're really great But the game that I like playing best Is swinging on a gate
Swinging on a gate With a lot of boys Swinging on the gate Don't we make a noise Nurse is very cross 'Cause I come home late Says I is a naughty girl ("Winnie! Winnie") For swinging on a gate
Children's Voices: ("Hello - here's a gate") ("Ooh it's a bit like...........isn't it") ("I'm on first") ("No, no, I'm on first") ("Don't push") ("I'm not pushing") ("Now we're off!")
Man's Voice: ("Oi! Get off that gate, do you hear me?")
I don't care much for little girls They never make a noise I like to shout and holler out That's why I'm with the boys I hold right on climbing trees And bird-nesting I hate The game that I like playing best Is swinging on a gate
Swinging on a gate With a lot of boys Swinging on the gate Don't we make a noise Nurse is very cross 'Cause I come home late Says I is a naughty girl ("Winnie! Winnie") For swinging on a gate
Swinging on a gate With a lot of boys Swinging on the gate Don't we make a noise Nurse is very cross 'Cause I come home late Says I is a naughty girl ("Winnie! Winnie") For swinging on a gate
Your Eyes Have Told Me So Composer(s): Walter Blaufuss; Gus Kahn; Egbert Van Alstyne Performer(s): Doris Day; Buffalo Bills; Dick Haymes; Mario Lanza; Gordon MacRae; Alfred Piccaver
I saw your eyes, your wonderful eyes With love light and tenderness feeling They thrilled me through, they filled me too With wonderful dreams I am dreaming No need to speak, no more shall I seek For my heart has taught me their meaning And love has come, at last I know Your eyes have told me so
No need to speak, no more shall I seek For my heart has taught me their meaning And love has come, at last I know Your eyes have told me so
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