Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Aba Daba Honeymoon ((Dutch Version: Sinjorentram (by De Strangers) - 1964)) Composer(s): Arthur Fields - Walter Donovan First release by: Arthur Collins & Byron Harlan - 1914 Covered by multiple other artists
Way down in the Congoland Lived a happy chimpanzee She loved a monkey with a long tail (Lordy, how she loved him!) Each night he would find her there Swinging in the cocoanut tree And the monkey gay, at the break of day Loved to hear his Chimpie say...
"Aba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab" Said the Chimpie to the Monk "Baba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab" Said the Monkey to the Chimp All night long they'd chatter away All day long they were happy and gay Swinging and singing in their hunky-tonkey way
"Aba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab" Means "Monk, I love but you" "Baba, daba, dab" in monkey talk Means "Chimp, I love you, too" Then the big baboon one night in June He married them and very soon They went upon their aba daba honeymoon
"Aba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab" Said the Chimpie to the Monk "Baba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab" Said the Monkey to the Chimp All night long they'd chatter away All day long they were happy and gay Swinging and singing in their hunky-tonkey way
"Aba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab" Means "Monk, I love but you" "Baba, daba, dab" in monkey talk Means "Chimp, I love you, too" One night they were made man and wife And now they cry, "This is the life Since they came from their aba daba honeymoon
Well, you should have heard that band Play upon their wedding day Each Chimp and Monkey had nutshells (Lordy, how they played them) And now it is every night High up in the cocoanut tree It's the same old thing, with the same old swing, When the Monk and Chimpie sing...
"Aba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab" Said the Chimpie to the Monk "Baba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab" Said the Monkey to the Chimp All night long they'd chatter away All day long they were happy and gay Swinging and singing in their hunky-tonkey way
"Aba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab" Means "Monk, I love but you" "Baba, daba, dab" in monkey talk Means "Chimp, I love you, too" Then the big baboon one night in June He married them and very soon They went upon their aba daba honeymoon
"Aba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab" Said the Chimpie to the Monk "Baba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab" Said the Monkey to the Chimp All night long they'd chatter away All day long they were happy and gay Swinging and singing in their hunky-tonkey way
"Aba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab" Means "Monk, I love but you" "Baba, daba, dab" in monkey talk Means "Chimp, I love you, too" One night they were made man and wife And now they cry, "This is the life" Since they came from their aba daba honeymoon
We Are Detective Composer(s): Tom Bailey; Alannah Currie; Joe Leeway Performer(s): Thompson Twins
Somebody's watching me and now I'm nervous and I shouldn't be Somebody's got their eye on me perhaps i should invite him up for tea? We saw him smoking by the newspaper stand there's something odd about his gloved left hand Saw him again inside the old cafe he makes us tense we wish he'd go away
(chorus) We are detective we are select We are detective come to collect Somebody's after me he left his footprints by the garden tree Last night when I got home I got the feeling I was not alone! Someone is on our tail we think they're opening up our morning mail And now each time the telephone rings we think of frightening things
(repeat chorus)
We dress up in disguise to get away from all those prying eyes Our friends all think we're mad but we know better cos the spy is bad
Sinjorentram ((Adapted from: Aba Daba Honeymoon (by Arthur Collins & Byron Harlan) - 1914)) Composer(s): Arthur Fields - Walter Donovan Performer(s): De Strangers - 1964
Moette iev'rans henne wor g'hiêl heustig veur moet zijn pakt dan de sinjorentram heddet gère breed, houdt dan oe cente mor gereed rijdt mè de sinjorentram hangde mè trosse on de deur zee diê lakkere receveur schuift mor nor binne, d'r is pleuts genoeg van veur godde nor oe wârk, zedde wârkman of klerk pakt dan de sinjorentram moette gij op 't noord zèn of op 't zuid of on den dam doe lak wij en nemd'n farm besluit geft mor gaa diên nieven opslag uit en lot oe mor is sjokkele, me diê goeien ouwen tram
sta de op ne vollen tram, en me allemol dichtbijeen. . blèft van me lijf ge kund'oe ni bougere, d'r stod'n vraa op aawen teen.. me eksterogen draait zij heur dan lieflijk om en ze zee.. pardon meniér zegt dan mor lachend. . het is ni ârg. . 't doe ni zeer
moette îev'rans henne wor g'hiêl heustig veur moet zijn pakt dan de sinjorentram heddet gère breed, houdt dan oe cente mor gereed rijdt mè de sinjorentram hangde me trosse on de deur zee diê lakkere receveur schuift mor nor binne, d'r is pleuts genoeg van veur godde nor oe wârk, zedde wârkman of klerk pakt dan de sinjorentram moette gîj op 't noord zèn of op 't zuid of on den dam doe lak wij en nemd'n farm besluit geft mor gaa diên nieven opslag uit en lot oe mor is sjokkele, me diê goeien ouwen tram
zo kree'k op ne zekeren dag van 'n dam' die veur mij stond zonder compasse.. ne paraplu in mijne mond ... ge moet ni vrage 't wefke da bezag mij is en ze zee. . stonne kik zo goe 'k zee da's vaneiges. . as g'hem mor ni opedoe. .
moette iev'rans henne wor g'hiêl heustig veur moet zijn pakt dan de sinjorentram heddet gère breed, houdt dan oe cente mor gereed rijdt mè de sinjorentram hangde me trosse on de deur zee diê lakkere receveur schuift mor nor binne, d'r is pleuts genoeg van veur godde nor oe wârk, zedde wârkman of klerk pakt dan de sinjorentram moette gij op 't noord zèn of op 't zuid of on den dam doe lak wij en nemd'n farm besluit geft mor gaa diên nieven opslag uit en lot oe mor is sjokkele, me diê goeien ouwen tram
(We Ain't Got) Nothin' Yet Composer(s): Mike Esposito; Ron Gilbert; Ralph Scala Performer(s): Blues Magoos; and various other artists
One day you're up and the next day you're down You can't face the world with your head to the ground The grass is always greener on the other side, they say So don't worry, boys, life will be sweet some day Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh We made enough mistakes But you know we got what it takes
Oh, we ain't got nothin' yet No, we ain't got nothin' yet
Nothin' can hold us and nothin' can keep us down And someday our names will be spread all over town We can get in while the getting is good So make it on your own, yeah, you know that you could Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh We got to make the break 'Cause we got too much at stake
We made enough mistakes But you know we got what it takes
Wat nu met gisteren Wat met vandaag Wat met de toekomst En de ozonlaag Met het concentratiekamp Wat met politiek Wat als heel de wereld brandt Wat met tiranie Wat met het laatste woord Dat nooit werd gezegd Wat met het toevluchtsoord Wie kan daar terecht Wat met de ziekte aids Wat met het bedrog Wat met zo heel veel wreeds Zijt gij er nog Wat met wat jij nog wou Wat met ons verdriet Vluchtelingen in het nauw Hindoe of semiet Wat met dieren in 't asiel Wat met hongersnood Wat met schrijvers in exil Wat met 'hij moet dood' Wat met al die kindersex Wat met slavernij En de prostitutie in de maatschappij Wat met nergens leven meer Wat met al ons geld Wat met de stratosfeer Zijn wij uitgeteld
I get up and I get down I don't know how to take it All the pain makes me scream and shout I wonder if I'll make it
I love the feeling when the magic is just right There's no revealing what is hidden in the night
Riding on a train I can't control No one else to blame I can't let go
In the darkness I can feel The things tht makes me crazy Hands of madness cold as steel I find it quite amazing
Never forsaking what a dreamer needs to know Rules meant for breaking and the seeds I have to sow
Riding on a train that I can't control No one else to blame but I can't let go It's calling me, it's calling me It's calling me, it's calling me I'm riding on a train that I can't control
See no evil, fear no fright Never lose the feeling Keep the targets in your sight Know the cards you're dealing
Never forsaking what a dreamer needs to know Rules meant for breaking and I gotta let, I gotta let go
Riding on a train that I can't control No one else to blame but I can't let go It's calling me, it's calling me It's calling me, it's calling me I'm riding on a train that I can't control
Way Way Out Composer(s): L. Schilfrin; H. Winn Performer(s): Gary Lewis & The Playboys
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!
We're gonna take a trip, girl So slip into somethin' slinky & smooth Just wave the world goodbye, let's fly 'Cause girl, I've got a whole lot to prove I need to show you I know you and me Were meant to go the whole route If you stick with me, girl You'll see what the game of love's all about I'm gonna put a smile upon your face Get ready now, you'd better brace yourself We're gonna take a trip in outer space Fly now, we'll be back later, girl Come on and go with me And you'll see what the game of love's all about It's way way out, way way out Way way out, way way out
Time to pack your bag, just grab my hand And let me show you the way I've nominated you the girl who I would like to lead me astray I'm gonna prove to you that love is groovy So you'd better watch out I'm gonna hold you, kiss you Teach you what the game of love's all about The moment that I saw you in the crowd I planned to take you into orbit, girl I'm gonna get us lost inside a cloud 'Cause that's the only way to fly So put your trust in me And you'll see what the game of love's all about It's... (repeat) Way way out, way way out
A.M.A. Song Composer(s): Phil Ochs Performer(s): Phil Ochs
We are the nation's physicians Yes, we give to our lobbies every day We will fight against disease when the money comes with ease And when we get together we say Hooray for A.M.A. And for us doctors gluts of higher pay If you can't afford my bill don't you tell me that you're ill 'Cause that's the free enterprise way
We've divided up the sections of the body Every day we specialize more and more But we really love to stitch the diseases of the rich We are sure there is a clinic for the poor Hooray for the A.M.A And for us doctors gluts of higher pay If you can't afford my bill don't you tell me that you're ill 'Cause that's the free enterprise way
And our waiting rooms are getting pretty crowded It is sad to see our patients sit and bleed But if you must use our ointment then you must have an appointment Or who'll pay for those magazines you read Hooray for the A.M.A And for us doctors gluts of higher pay, higher pay If you can't afford my bill don't you tell me that you're ill 'Cause that's the free enterprise way
And now the government is getting too ambitious Yes, we know they want to socialize us all Well our oath was hippocratic but with money we're fanatic So we'll see you in Canada in the fall Hooray for the A.M.A. And for us doctors gluts of higher pay If you can't afford my bill don't you tell me that you're ill 'Cause that's the free enterprise way Amalgamated A.M.A.
Way To Blue Composer(s): Nick Drake Performer(s): Nick Drake; Raoul Graf; Elton John
Don't you have a word to show what may be done Have you never heard a way to find the sun Tell me all that you may know Show me what you have to show Won't you come and say If you know the way to blue?
Have you seen the land living by the breeze Can you understand a light among the trees Tell me all that you may know Show me what you have to show Tell us all today If you know the way to blue?
Look through time and find your rhyme Tell us what you find We will wait at your gate Hoping like the blind
Can you now recall all that you have known? Will you never fall When the light has flown? Tell me all that you may know Show me what you have to show Won't you come and say If you know the way to blue?
A.I.E. (A'mwana) Composer(s): K. Kluger - D. Vangarde - J. Avion - M. Jaspar Performer(s): Black Blood and multiple other artists
A.I.E. a'mwana dina quenda que tu Ba mo yana nibi naba do do hode A.I.E. a'mwana sa sa eeku musheeku Una shonia mee bee Tuta la la naye
Baba mama ra fike Raki ye di mussouri Ba do do yo dey yetu Raki ye di mussouri Baba mama ra fike Raki ye di mussouri Una penda wue aki saki sana Una penda wue aki saki sana
A.I.E. a'mwana dina quenda que tu Ba mo yana nibi naba do do hode A.I.E. a'mwana sa sa eeku musheeku Una shonia mee bee Tuta la la naye
Baba mama ra fike Raki ye di mussouri Ba do do yo dey yetu Raki ye di mussouri Baba mama ra fike Raki ye di mussouri Una penda wue aki saki sana Una penda wue aki saki sana
A.I.E. a'mwana dina quenda que tu Ba mo yana nibi naba do do hode A.I.E. a'mwana sa sa eeku musheeku Una shonia mee bee Tuta la la naye ....
Way That You're Living Composer(s): Jimmy Swan Performer(s): Ernest Tubb; Jimmy C. Newman
In the evening at sundown is where I start to cry When the sweet memories of you keep drifting by I'm alone and forsaken you've torn me apart For the way that you're livin is breakin my heart
I can't go on living your cruel wicked ways Many times I have prayed Lord take me away Thats why in the evening we seem so far apart For the way that you're living is breaking my heart
Ah Buddy now
Night after night I cry myself to sleep While youre cheatin' like a tramp on the street My head now is bowed you've torn me apart For the way that you're living is breakin my heart
There's a new day tomorrow but I can't plainly see There'll be no sunshine for you and for me T'would be better for us both to go ahead and part For the way that you're living is breaking my heart
A Zoot Suit (For My Sunday Gal) Composer(s): Ray Gilbert - Bob O'Brien Performer(s): Kay Kyser & His Orch. and multiple other artist
Guy: I want a zoot suit with a reet pleat And a drape shape, and a stuff cuff To look sharp enough to see my Sunday gal
Gal: You want a reef sleeve with a right stripe And a rare square, so the gals will stare When they see you struttin' with your Sunday pal.
Guy: (That's me)
Gal: You wanta look keen so your dream will say "You don't look like the same beau" So keen that she'll scream, "Here comes my walkin' rainbow"
Guy: So make a zoot suit with a reet pleat And a drape shape, and a stuff cuff To look sharp enough to see my Sunday gal Now, what you want, baby?
Gal: I want a brown gown with a zop top And a hip slip, and a laced waist In the sharpest taste to see my Sunday man
Guy: (In his zoot suit)
Gal: A scat hat and a zag bag And a slick kiss, so the other chicks Will be jealous when I'm with my Sunday fan I wanta look keen so my dream will say "Ain't I the lucky fellah" So keen that he'll scream, "Baby's in Technicolor"
Guy: So make a reet pleat with a drape shape And a stuff cuff, to look sharp enough To see my Sunday, Sunday gal
Way Of The World Composer(s): Albert Hammond; Graham Lyle Performer(s): Ray Hamilton; and various other artists
Baby, I need a hand to hold tonight And one bright star to remind me How dear is this life And baby, Ive never known anyone like you Theres something very special about you I cant imagine living without you
Its the way of the world and its motion And no ocean can keep us apart When the moment is right and youre holding me tight You capture the beat of my heart In my heart theres s fire always burning And there isnt a thing I cant do Im resigned to the fact that theres no turning back And Ill never regret loving you
Baby, I will go anywhere you need As long as youre there beside me Baby, thats all I need Hold me, hold me and never let me go Im always gonna care about you I never wanna be without you
Its the way of the world and its motion And no ocean can keep us apart When the moment is right and youre holding me tight You capture the beat of my heart In my heart theres s fire always burning And there isnt a thing I cant do Im resigned to the fact that theres no turning back And Ill never regret loving you
Youre everything I believe in So dont ever lose the feeling Dont ever lose the feeling
A Young Gypsy Composer(s): Joan Baez Performer(s): Joan Baez
A young gypsy fell out in a slumber Heading north with a driver he knew Someone he'd lived with and trusted A young woman who trusted him too
That very same day the young gypsy Had come from a farm in the west Where the children had played throughout the heat of the day Affording the gypsy no rest
And the gypsy's bones were weary And the front seat looked secure And the gypsy slept on until the sun it was gone And the stars pierced the eyes of the girl at his side
The next morning's day would be Easter He'd dress in his only fine shirt And shuffle through clusters of strangers With his gaze and his shoes in the dirt
And the woman who loved him would watch him Protect him from curious stares For the womenfolk tend to be friendly And the gypsy's as young as he's fair
And the evening brought on laughter And jars of bright red wine And the gypsy drank some and the gypsy had fun And his dancing got wild and the grandmothers smiled
Sleeping came easily after In the arms of the woman that fold Up the secrets and dreams of the gypsy That will never be sought or be sold In fact, they will never be told For the gypsy is two years old
Way Down Yonder In New Orleans Composer(s): Henry Creamer; J. Turner Layton Performer(s): Freddy Cannon
Well, way down yonder in New Orleans
in the land of the dreamy scenes There's a garden of Eden, ah-you know what I mean
Yeah, Creole babies with flashin' eyes softly whisper with tender sighs And then you stop! Oh won't you give your lady fair a little smile? And then you stop! You bet your life you'll linger there a little while
Yeah, there is heaven right here on earth with those beautiful queens Yeah, way down yonder in New Orleans Whoo!
Way down yonder in New Orleans, whoo!, in the land of the dreamy scenes There's a garden of Eden, you know what I mean
Well, Creole babies with flashin' eyes softly whisper with tender sighs And then you stop! Oh won't you give your lady fair a little smile? And then you stop! You bet your life you'll linger there a little while
Yeah, there is heaven right here on earth with those beautiful queens Well, way down yonder in New Orleans Yeah! whoo!
A Young Girl ((Adapted from: Une Enfant (Edith Piaf) - 1951)) ((Dutch Version: Een Meisje Van 16 (Boudewijn de Groot) - 1965)) Composer(s): Charles Aznavour - Robert Chauvigny - Oscar Brown Jr. Performer(s): Cher - 1966
She left her neighbourhood In which everyone was filthy rich She left her parent's home And strayed with a vagabond Who made vows of love she never heard And she believed his every word
She left no forwarding address Just took her youth and happiness As with the boy she vanished in The secret sweetness of their sin
Oh, young girl Oh, young girl of sixteen Child of spring-time Still green Lying there by the road
He told her: "love demanded space" So they roamed from place to place Although she realized she'd sinned She threw caution to the wind As she followed him around While he slowly dragged her down
So overpowering was her love That it had made a captive of The young girl's heart and soul and mind In other words: love drove her blind
Oh, young girl Oh, young girl of sixteen Child of spring-time Still green Laying there by the road
Too much emotion for a girl She let her heart become her world But worlds that God had never wrought Fall asunder we are taught Had she been wise she would have known She couldn't feed him love alone
She should of known the day would come When he would quit her just for crumbs He needed fresh young meat to carve And left her heart and mind to starve
Oh, young girl Oh, young girl of sixteen Child of spring-time Still green Lying there by the road
Tramping down the highway, traveling day and night I don't know where I'm going to, but I'll get there all right I have no one to care for me, I have no place to go Everybody knows I'm just a yodeling hobo
I've been all around the country, been around most everywhere But I love that dear ol' sunny South, I love that Texas air Away out where the men are men, down in El Paso That is where they call me a yodeling hobo
All my life I've traveled, I'm Alabama bound And now I'm always happy in the city or one horse town I started out to roamin' 'cause I had no place to go Now I've turned out to be a yodeling hobo
Now you have heard my story, so I'll be on my way I hear a Frisco freight train, and it's calling me And when the sun sinks in the West, into that dark blue sky Just say that I'm a hobo and will be till I die
Way Down Texas Way Composer(s): Billy Joe Shaver Performer(s): Asleep At The Wheel; Billy Joe Shaver
Adios, goodbye Amigos, I am leavin' you today Ain't nobody 'round this town that's gonna miss me anyway This ol' money-makin's takin' all the time I have to play Mama, hush your mouth, I'm headed South, way down Texas way
Way down Texas way they play good music every night And the dance hall rings with laughter till the early mornin' light When cowboys get through pickin', there's not much that's left to say But you can really have a good time, Honey, way down Texas way
Ahhh....Texas fiddles
The road of life is paved with good intentions I am told So I best be on my way now or I may not ever go Ain't no need to be a-beggin' me to stay just one more day This old wild goose is cuttin' loose, way down Texas way
Way down Texas way they play good music every night And the dance hall rings with laughter till the early mornin' light When cowboys get through pickin', there's not much that's left to say But you can really have a good time, Sugar, way down Texas way
