Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Adelaide, Adelaide Composer(s): Frank Loesser Performer(s): Frank Sinatra
Unaccustomed as I am to getting married I am taking this occasion here to say That me and Adelaide are finally naming the day Though she knows deep in her heart I'm a phoney and I'm a fake She wants five children to start Five's a difficult point to make, but..
Adelaide, Adelaide, ever-loving Adelaide Is taking a chance on me Taking a chance I'll be respectable and nice Give up cards and dice, and go for shoes and rice So gentlemen, deal me out, do not try to feel me out I got no more evenings free (you may scratch me) Since Adelaide, Adelaide, ever loving Adelaide Is taking a chance (talk about your long shot) Taking a chance on me>
Western Movies Composer(s): Cliff Goldsmith; Fred Smith Performer(s): The Olympics; Jive Bunny & The Mastermixers; The Orangu-Tones
To save my soul I can't get a date Baby's got it tuned on channel eight Now Wyatt Earp and the Big Cheyenne They're comin' thru the T.V. shootin' up the land Ah...um...my baby loves the Western movies My baby loves the Western movies Bam, bam, shoot 'em up Pow Ah..um.. My babe loves the Western Movies I call my baby on the telephone To tell her half my head was gone I just got hit by a great big brick She says thanks for reminding me about that Maverick Ah..um...my baby loves the Western movies My baby loves the Western movies Bam, bam, shoot em up pow Ah...um... My baby loves the Western movies Well there's Jeremy Roller and Old Cochise Jim Hardy, Jim Bowie and Sugarfoot They all have gun will travel Give me back my boots and saddle uh huh Here's the story of the certain Wagon Train Mccord A broken arrow has broken my heart A Jefferson Thomas with Bat Masterson Unties my baby and the fight was won Ah..um...my baby loves the Western movies My baby loves the western movies Bam bam shoot em up pow Ah um, my baby loves the western movies
The wisteria on the back verandah is still blooming And all the great aunts are either insane or dead Kensington Road runs straight for a while before turning We lived on the bend it was there I was raised and fed Counting and running as I go Down past the hedges all in a row In Adelaide, Adelaide
Dad's hands used to shake but I never knew he was dying I was thirteen I never dreamed he could fall And all the great aunts were red in the eyes from crying I rang the bells I never felt nothing at all All the king's horses all the king's men Cannot bring him back again
Find me a bar or a girl or guitar where do you go on a Saturday night? I own this town I spilled my wine at the bottom of the statue of Colonel Light And the streets are so wide everybody's inside Sitting in the same chairs they were sitting in last year (This is my town!) All the king's horses all the king's men Wouldn't drag me back again to Adelaide, Adelaide, Adelaide, Adelaide...
Westering Home Composer(s): Hugh S. Robertson Performer(s): The McCalmans; and various other artists
Westering home and a song in the air Light in the eye and its good by to care Laughter o love and a welcoming there Isle of my heart my own land
Tell me a tale of the Orient gay Tell me of riches that come from Cathay Ah but it's grand to be waken at day And find oneself nearer to Islay
And it's westering home with a song in the air Light of me eye and it's goodbye to care Laughter and love are a welcoming there Pride of my heart my own love
Where are the folks like the folks of the west Canty and couthy and kindly, our best There I would hie me and there I would rest At home with my own folks in Islay
And it's westering home with a song in the air Light of me eye and it's goodbye to care Laughter and love are a welcoming there Pride of my heart my own love
Now I'm at home and at home I do lay Dreaming of riches that come from Cathay I'll hop a good ship and be on my way And bring back my fortune to Islay
And it's westering home with a song in the air Light of me eye and it's goodbye to care Laughter and love are a welcoming there Pride of my heart my own love
Address Unknown - not even a trace of you Oh what I'd give to see the face of you I was a fool to stay away from you so long I should have known there'd come a day when you'd be gone
Address Unknown - oh how could I be so blind? Who'd think that you would never be hard to find? >From the place of your birth to the ends of the earth I've searched only to find - only to find - Address Unknown
Address Unknown - honey chile, I ain't even got a trace of ya You know one thing? I'd give anything in the world just to see the face of ya I was a fool to stay away from you and everything else so long I should have been diplomatic and figured that some day You'd be solid gone
Address Unknown - oh how could I be so blind? Who'd think that you would never be hard to find? From the place of your birth to the ends of the earth I've searched only to find - only to find - Address Unknown
Westbound #9 Composer(s): Daphne Dumas; Ronald Dunbar; Edith Wayne Performer(s): Flaming Ember
Catching the westbound number nine Gonna leave this town, leave it far behind Gonna leave while I've got my peace of mind On the westbound number nine
Sittin' on the bank of Holy Creek down by the county line I can hear the sound of Old Boss and Lazy Horse--he's howlin' right on time He's howlin' at the sound of the #9 comin' down the line And my mind catches a ride on the westbound number nine And my mind catches a ride on the westbound number nine
Catching the westbound number nine Gonna leave this town, leave it far behind Gonna leave while I've got my peace of mind On the westbound number nine
My Pa is with his moonshine friends Drinkin Deacon Jones' bathtub gin Deacon Jones preachin' about savin' souls Yellin' out how the whole town is full of sin But like Pa and all the rest He tries to look down Bobbie Sue's low-cut dress And my mind catches a ride on the westbound number nine And my mind catches a ride on the westbound number nine
Ma, I see you're ashamed to look me in the face As if I was nothing but a past mistake Sittin' there at night when Pa comes stumblin' in Full of the Deacon's bathtub gin Swearin' and a-cussin' that I wasn't no kin I heard his name but Ma knows what he should have been
Westbound number nine Gonna leave this town, leave it far behind Gonna leave while I've got my peace of mind On the westbound number nine
Catching the westbound number nine Gonna leave this town, leave it far behind Gonna leave while I've got my peace of mind On the westbound number nine
Addicted To Spuds ((Adapted from: Addicted To Love (by Robert Palmer) - 1985)) Composer(s): Robert Palmer - "Weird Al" Yankovic Performer(s): "Weird Al" Yankovic - 1986
Potato skins, potato cakes Hash browns, and instant flakes Baked or boiled or french fried There's no kind you haven't tried
You planned a trip to Idaho Just to watch potatoes grow I understand how you must feel I can't deny they've got appeal
Whoah You like them whether they are plain or they're stuffed, oh yeah Better face the facts, it seems you can't get enough You know, you're gonna have to face it You're addicted to spuds
Your greasy hands, your salty lips Looks like you found the chips Your belly aches, your teeth grind Some tater tots would blow your mind
And you don't mind if they're not cooked You need your fix, I guess you're hooked And late at night you always dream Of bacon bits and sour cream
Whoah, you like them even if they're lumpy or tough, oh yeah Whee, It's pretty obvious to me you can't get enough You know you're gonna have to face it You're addicted to spuds
Might as well face it, you're addicted to spuds Might as well face it, you're addicted to spuds Might as well face it, you're addicted to spuds Might as well face it, you're addicted to spuds Might as well face it, you're addicted to spuds
Ooh yeah
I'm givin' up, it's just no use Another case of spud abuse What can I say, what can I do Potato bug has got me too, Wahoo
I used to hate them, now they're all that I eat, oh yeah Whee, I've often seen then whipped, but they just can't be beat Now I'm gonna have to face it I'm addicted to spuds
Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds
Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds
Wervin' Composer(s): Carla Bley Performer(s): Nick Mason
Wervin', we're Wervin' Do you need a doctor? Swervin' and curvin' Are you pocket trained? Do you like to Werve? Do you have the nerve? Do you need a doctor When you start to swerve? Are you pocket trained Goin' 'round a curve? Can you Werve?
Wervin', we're Wervin' Do you save the coupons? Swervin' and curvin' Can I borrow your suit? Can you Werve like a bird Or do you find it absurd? Did you come prepurd? Can I borrow your suit?
Do you find it unnervin' Or pleasantly disturbin' Can you Werve?
Wervin', we're Wervin' Do you have your 'chute? Swervin' and curvin' Does your mother know? Do you worry when you Werve? Are you scared when you swerve? Do you get what you deserve When you go around a curve? I can see your house Have you lost your nerve? Can you Werve? Werve Werve Werve
Addicted To Love ((aka Addicted to Spuds (by "Weird Al" Yankovic) - 1986)) Composer(s): Robert Palmer First release by: Robert Palmer - 1985 Covered by multiple other artists
Your lights are on, but you're not home Your mind is not your own Your heart sweats, your body shakes Another kiss is what it takes
You can't sleep, you can't eat There's no doubt, you're in deep Your throat is tight, you can't breathe Another kiss is all you need
Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love
You see the signs, but you can't read You're runnin' at a different speed Your heart beats in double time Another kiss and you'll be mine, a one track mind
You can't be saved Oblivion is all you crave If there's some left for you You don't mind if you do
Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love Might as well face it, you're addicted to love Might as well face it, you're addicted to love Might as well face it, you're addicted to love Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Your lights are on, but you're not home Your will is not your own You're heart sweats and teeth grind Another kiss and you'll be mine
Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love Might as well face it, you're addicted to love Might as well face it, you're addicted to love Might as well face it, you're addicted to love Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Werewolves Of London Composer(s): LeRoy Marinell; Waddy Wachtel; Warren Zevon Performer(s): Warren Zevon
I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand Walking through the streets of Soho in the rain He was looking for a place called Lee Ho Fook's Going to get a big dish of beef chow mein
{Refrain} Ah-ooooo, werewolves of London Ah-ooooo Ah-ooooo, werewolves of London Ah-ooooo
If you hear him howling around your kitchen door You better not let him in Little old lady got mutilated late last night Werewolves of London again
{Refrain}
Heh!
He's the hairy-handed gent who ran amok in Kent Lately he's been overheard in Mayfair You better stay away from him He'll rip your lungs out, jim Ha, I'd like to meet his tailor
{Refrain}
Well, I saw Lon Chaney walking with the Queen Doing the werewolves of London I saw Lon Chaney Jr. walking with the Queen, uh Doing the werewolves of London I saw a werewolf drinking a pina colada at Trader Vic's His hair was perfect
Ah-ooooo, werewolves of London Ha, draw blood Ah-ooooo, werewolves of London
Addicted Composer(s): Cheryl Wheeler Performer(s): Dan Seals
She says she hates to sleep alone, but she'll do it tonight She wants to grab her telephone, but she knows it ain't right So if he won't call, she'll survive, and if he don't care, she'll get by Climb into bed, bury her head, and cry
From the beginning he was all anyone could have been They were delirious with love, they were certain to win Now he's breaking plans more and more And he's leaving notes on her door Took a trip out of town, couldn't turn this one down He said, "I guess I should have told you before"
She says she feels like she's addicted to a real bad thing, Always sitting, waiting, wondering if the phone will ring She knows she bounces like a yo-yo when he pulls her string It hurts to feel like such a fool
She wants to tell him not to call or come around again He doesn't need her now at all, the way that she needs him She's on the edge about to fall from leaning out and in And she don't know which way to move
She wants to be fair, she couldn't say he was ever unkind But if she could bear to walk away, she thinks he wouldn't mind 'Cause he just keeps himself so apart and there's no one else in her heart So she's taking a dive from an emotional high and coming down hard
She's determined to try, but she'll still give in when he gives her a call She'll ask herself why, but in the end it won't matter at all Sure, she could sit at home, stay inside and sleep alone with her pride And as she walks out that door, she feels as weak as before with nothing to hide
She says she feels like she's addicted to a real bad thing Always sitting, waiting, wondering if the phone will ring She knows she bounces like a yo-yo when he pulls her string It hurts to feel like such a fool
She wants to tell him not to call or come around again He doesn't need her now at all, the way that she needs him She's on the edge about to fall from leaning out and in And she don't know which way to move
She says she feels like she's addicted to a real bad thing Always sitting, waiting, wondering if the phone will ring She knows she bounces like a yo-yo when he pulls her string It hurts to feel like such a fool
And she don't know which way to move It hurts to feel like such a fool
Add Some Music to Your Day Composer(s): Brian Wilson - Mike Love - Joe Knott First release by: The Beach Boys - 1970
The sunday mornin' gospel goes good with the soul There's blues, folk, and country, and rock like a rollin' stone The world could come together as one If everybody under the sun Add some music to your day (Add some music add some add some music to your day) A bob didit a bop didit
You'll hear it while you're walkin' by a neighbor's home You'll hear it faintly in the distance when you're on the phone You're sittin' in a dentist's chair And they've got music for you there To add some music (Add some music add some add some music to your) To your day A bob didit a bop didit
Add some music music everywhere (add some music) Add some add some add some add some music (add some music) Your doctor knows it keeps you calm Your preacher adds it to his psalms So add some music (Add some music add some add some music to your) To your day
Music (Add some music add some music) When you're alone (Add some music add some music) Is like a companion (Add some music add some music) For your lonely soul Oo oo oo woo oo woo oo oo oo oooo
When day is over (when day is over) I close my tired eyes (I close my tired) Music is in my soul
At a movie you can feel it touching your heart And on every day of the summertime You'll hear children chasing ice cream carts They'll play it on your wedding day There must be 'bout a million ways To add some music (Add some music add some add some music to your) To your day
Add some music to your day Add some music to your day Add some music to your day Add some music to your day Add some music to your day
We're Ready Composer(s): Tom Scholz Performer(s): Boston
I'm ready for more The feelin' now that I'm besides you We'll open the door Do anything that we decide to And I know that there's something that's just out of sight And I feel like I'm finally seein' the light
Holdin' on girl -- I know it's right I know it's right
We're ready!
You and I will find a reason To simplify a change of season And I feel like it's time we were off on our way We can go so much farther than we've come today Holdin' on girl and come what may Come what may
We're ready!
We're ready Come on We can find a way
We're ready now Catchin' a wave to ride on Steady now Headin' where we decide on And I know that there's something that's just out of sight And I feel like we're trying to do something right Come on make it if we hold on tight Hold on tight
Add it up, You multiplied and multiplied but what's it leading to? Add it up, The only thing subtracted is the love I had for you So add it up, oh Add it up, oh Add it up, oh Add it up, oh
Symbols of perversion and insanity Symbols of social immorality Symbols of economic cruelty Symbolize all what you did to me
We're On Our Way To France Composer(s): Irving Berlin Performer(s): Irving Berlin; and various other artists
All is ready so just hold steady We'll soon be going to the pier No more waiting or hesitating The time to sail is here Bye-bye mothers and all the others Who'll come to shed a little tear Don't cry Bye-bye Give us a parting cheer
[Refrain:] We're on our way to France There's not a minute to spare That's why For when the Yanks advance You bet we wanna be there Goodbye
Old Hoboken is bent and broken From soldiers marching on her pier While you slumber, a great big number Of soldiers disappear To the millions of brave civilians That we are leaving over here
Adam's Apple Composer(s): Steven Tyler First release by: Aerosmith - 1975
Back when Cain was able Way before the stable Lighting struck right down from the sky A mother ship with fate said let's give it a try Conscience was related Man he was created Lady luck took him by surprise A sweet and bitter fruit it surely opened his eyes Well she ate it Lordy it was love at first bite Well she ate it Never knowin wrong from right right right Even Eve in Eden Voices tried deceiving With lies that showed the lady the way At first she stopped and turned and tried to walk away Man he was believer Lady was deceiver So the story goes but you see The snake was he and she just climbed right up his tree So she ate it Lordy it was love at first bite Well she ate it Never knowin wrong from right right right Whooooaaa...... Conscience was related Man he was created When lady luck took him by surprise The sweet and bitter fruit it surely opened his eyes Evil came like reignin Who knows who's to blamin Something tried to lay her to waste And all she want and need was just a little taste Whooa, she ate it Lordy it was love at first bite Well she ate it Never knowin wrong from right right right Well she ate it Lordy it was love at first bite Yeah she ate it Never knowin wrong from right right Oh that's right
We're Off To See The Wizard Composer(s): Harold Arlen; E.Y. Harburg Performer(s): Judy Garland; and various other artists
We're off to see the Wizard
(follow the yellow brick road)
Follow the yellow brick road Follow the yellow brick road Follow, follow, follow, follow Follow the yellow brick road Follow the yellow brick Follow the yellow brick Follow the yellow brick road
We're off to see the Wizard, the wonderful Wizard of Oz You'll find he is a whizz of a Wiz, if ever a Wiz there was! If ever, oh ever, a Wiz there was, the Wizard of Oz is one because Because, because, because, because, because Because of the wonderful things he does We're off to see the Wizard, the wonderful Wizard of Oz
(We're Not) The Jet Set Composer(s): Bobby Braddock Performer(s): John Prine; and various other artists
By a fountain back in Rome I fell in love with you In a small cafe in Athens You said you loved me too And it was April in Paris when I first held you close to me Rome, Georgia, Athens, Texas And Paris, Tennessee
No, we're not the jet set We're the old Chevro-let set There's no Riviera In Festus, Missouri And you won't find Onassis In Mullinville, Kansas No, we're not the jet set We're the old Chevro-let set But ain't we got love
No, we're not the jet set We're the old Chevro-let set Our steak and martinis Is draft beer with weenies Our Bach and Tchaikovsky Is Haggard and Husky No, we're not the jet set We're the old Chevro-let set But ain't we got love
No, We're not the jet set We're the old Chevro-let set The Prine and DeMent set Ain't the flaming suzette set Our Bach and Tchaikovsky Is Haggard and Husky We're the old Chevro-let set But ain't we got love
