Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Alison Composer(s): Elvis Costello First release by: Elvis Costello - 1977 Covered by multiple other artists
Oh it's so funny to be seeing you after so long, girl And with the way you look I understand that you are not impressed But I heard you let that little friend of mine take off your party dress I'm not going to get too sentimental like those other sticky valentines 'cause I don't know if you've been loving somebody I only know it isn't mine
Alison, I know this world is killing you Oh, Alison, my aim is true
Well I see you've got a husband now Did he leave your pretty fingers lying in the wedding cake? You used to hold him right in your hand I'll bet he took all he could take Sometimes I wish that I could stop you from talking when I hear the silly things that you say I think somebody better put out the big light cause I can't stand to see you this way
Alison, I know this world is killing you Oh, Alison, my aim is true My aim is true
Where's My Apple Pie? Composer(s): Joan Baez Performer(s): Joan Baez
Been sitting on old park benches Brother, hasn't it been fun? But you remember me from the trenches I fought in World War One Yes, you saw us off at the troop train Smiling a brave goodbye But where were you when we came home To claim our apple pie
Oh where's our apple pie, my friends? Where's our apple pie? We've walked and wheeled from the battlefield Now where's our apple pie?
World War Two was a favorite God was surely on our side The teenage kids enlisted with The blessings of their daddys' pride Well the wars may change but not so the glaze In the young boys' eyes When they cry out for their mamas In the hours before they die
Oh where's our apple pie, my friends? Where's our apple pie? We've walked and wheeled from the battlefield Now where's our apple pie?
I volunteered for the last one And I don't want to moralize But somehow I thought we deserved the best For the way we threw away our lives For we all believed in something I know it wasn't very clear But I know it wasn't rats in a hospital room And a broken-down wheelchair
Oh where's our apple pie, my friends? Where's our apple pie? We've walked and wheeled from the battlefield Now where's our apple pie?
Yes, Johnny finally got his gun Before he got his apple pie Now he hasn't got a hand to eat it with But still he doesn't want to die Because he prefers to go on fighting And let his baby brother know When the next time around the call goes out It's "Hell no, we won't go!"
There'll be no World War Three, my friends There'll be no World War Three We've walked and wheeled from the battlefield There'll be no World War Three
Aline ((Adapted from: Aline (by Christophe) - 1965)) Composer(s): Christophe - Jan De Vuyst Performer(s): Doran - 1998
Ik sta op een brug, het wordt avond Daar in het water, zie ik jouw gezicht Ik wil jouw beeld, heel zachtjes strelen Blijf je nog even, deel mijn verdriet
'k Voel me zo leeg, zo leeg Aline, 'k wil jou terug 'k Voel me zo leeg, zo leeg Oh, 'k had nooit zo'n verdiet
Ik heb jou gezocht Dagen en weken Bij vrienden en vreemden Maar van jou geen spoor
Jouw huis staat nu leeg De tijd zo verlaten Ik moet jou vergeten Maar 'k wil jou terug
'k Voel me zo leeg, zo leeg Aline, 'k wil jou terug 'k Voel me zo leeg, zo leeg Oh, 'k had nooit zo'n verdiet
Er is geen mens Met wie ik wil praten Wie kan mij begrijpen Alleen jij, Aline
'k Voel me zo leeg, zo leeg Aline, 'k wil jou terug 'k Voel me zo leeg, zo leeg Oh, 'k had nooit zo'n verdiet
'k Voel me zo leeg, zo leeg Aline, 'k wil jou terug 'k Voel me zo leeg, zo leeg Oh, 'k had nooit zo'n verdiet
'k Voel me zo leeg, zo leeg Aline, 'k wil jou terug 'k Voel me zo leeg, zo leeg Oh, 'k had nooit zo'n verdiet 'k Voel me zo leeg
Well it all began in the year of one When Adam was the first man And a girl called Eve, so we believe Was made to be his woman She led him up the Garden of Eden, by a tree Then she offered him her apple And he cried out suddenly (eee-eeee-eeeee)
Where's me shirt? Where's me shirt?
I feel a proper twazzer without me shirt I've got me tickling-tackle and me nicky-nocky-noo But I must confess I feel undressed Like this, in front of you
Where's me shirt? I can't find me shirt anywhere It's twenty-five past five in the Garden of Eden and I can't find me shirt Fancy leaving me in a garden with no shirt on, like this Look at all these creepy-crawly things here Ooh, look, there's a serpent Go 'way Go 'way you nasty old serpent Go on, shoo! Go on, shoo!
Since the days of old, we've all been told Of men like Bonaperte His great retreat and his first defeat Was the thing that broke his heart He stuck just outside Moscow and then made history He stuck his hand inside his coat And cried out bitterly (eee-eeee-eeeee)
Where's me shirt? Where's me shirt?
I can't go on like zis, wizout my shirt I've had my tickle-tonic on my nicky-nocky-nee But I just can't go through all this snow Without a shirt on me
Where's me shirt? Oh, sacre blue Sacre flippin' blue, where's me shirt? By Jove, t'ain't 'alf frosty Ooh, ooh, this tent isn't 'alf drafty I don't know where the draft's comin' from, but I know where it's goin' to
Back in eighty-one, in the mid-day sun In Tombstone, one September Wyatt Earp was due to go into A gunfight he'd remember The Clanton's and McLourys started firin' suddenly As the gunsmoke cleared and the twonsfolk cheered Wyatt Earp said quietly (eee-eeee-eeeee)
Where's me shirt? Where's me shirt?
I feel a proper twit without me shirt I've lost me ticklin'-tackle and me nicky-nocky-nee But I feel a twerp, me Wyatt Earp With my shirt shot off o' me
Ere, where's me shirt? Where's me gunfightin' shirt? Ooh, I say, here comes the Indians 'Ere, you be careful where you're shootin' those arrows Where's me shirt? Where's me shir... I can't find me shirt anywhere D'you know, I'm sure I had it when I came out Where's me shirt?
J'avais dessiné sur le sable Son doux visage, qui me souriait Puis il a plu, sur cette plage Dans cet orage, elle a disparu Et j'ai crié, crié Aline pour qu'elle revienne Et j'ai pleuré, pleuré oh j'avais trop de peine Je me suis assis, auprès de son âme Mais la belle dame, s'était enfuie Je l'ai cherché, sans plus y croire Et sans un espoir, pour me guider Et j'ai crié, crié Aline pour qu'elle revienne Et j'ai pleuré, pleuré oh j'avais trop de peine Je n'ai gardé, que ce doux visage Comme une épave, sur le sable mouillé Et j'ai crié, crié Aline pour qu'elle revienne Et j'ai pleuré, pleuré oh j'avais trop de peine Et j'ai crié, crié Aline pour qu'elle revienne Et j'ai pleuré, pleuré oh j'avais trop de peine Et j'ai crié, crié Aline pour qu'elle revienne Et j'ai pleuré, pleuré oh j'avais trop de peine
Wherefore And Why Composer(s): Gordon Lightfoot Performer(s): Gordon Lightfoot; and various other artists
When I awoke this mornin', something inside of me Told me this would be my day I heard the mornin' train, I felt the wind change Too many times I'm on my way
Come on sunshine, what can you show me Where can you take me and make me understand The wind can shake me, brothers forsake me The rain can touch me, but can I touch the rain
Then I saw the Sun rise above the cotton sky Like a candycane delight I saw the milkman, I saw the business man I saw the only road in sight
Then I got to thinkin' what makes you want to go To know the wherefore and the why So many times now, oh Lord, I can't remember If it's September or July
Come on sunshine, what can you show me Where can you take me and make me understand The wind can shake me, brothers forsake me The rain can touch me, but can I touch the rain
Then all at once it came to me, I saw the wherefore And you can see it if you try It's in the Sun above, it's in the one you love You'll never know the reason why
Come on sunshine, what can you show me Where can you take me to make me understand The wind can shake me, brothers forsake me The rain can touch me, but can I touch the rain So much to lose, so much to gain
Alien (I Am) Composer(s): Dave Brock Performer(s): Hawkwind
Squatting in your bodies, microscopic breeding I sleep in you and eat from within I am the Alien We are here to help you Make the mend in the chemical bend We are the Aliens I lack emotion, have no love that I can find I want some devotion, to ease a worried mind The heart is softened, soul is scorched The mind erodes away some sentimental thought The window crackes is closed The door slams shut, the lights put out Say no more, speak no less For you I become the Alien I am For you I become the Alien I am The cry primal is muffled, the mouth seal's tight The eye looks within, say no more, speak no less I the Alien I am the Alien Reject your human touch I lack emotion, have no love that I can find I want some devotion, to ease a worried mind The heart is softened, soul is scorched The mind erodes away some sentimental thought This is Alien control, calling space ship Earth Alien control calling Earth, are you receiving Earth? Are you receiving... We are the Aliens We have warned you about... The Danger We are ... We are ... We are ... We are ...
Where Would I Be Composer(s): Edgar Winter; Jerry LaCroix Performer(s): Edgar Winter
Where would I be, without you? You give me hope and inspiration to get me through You're a lovin' kind of woman: Understanding Lord, I love you Where would I be without you?
Joy follows you wherever you are Now you spread love and affection near and far You've got shiny skies above you, birds around you Lord, I love you Joy follows you wherever you are
Where would I be without you? There's a reason now in everything I do Spring was surely fashioned of you, likened somehow Lord I love you Where would I be without you?
Baby without you, to see me through without you, to get me through
Alien Composer(s): Jeannette Sears - Pete Sears Performer(s): Jefferson Starship
Are you an alien are you from this earth would you care to tell me details of birth did you just emerge from thin air can you even tell me are you really there jet age dreams from days gone by the circle in te forest where they dnced beneath the sky ...beneath the sky... beneath the sky
do you know my thoughts can you read my mind would you dare to tell me what it is you find come on now tell me what you find what lays hidden in my mind I can see through you I can hear you too I can feel you touch my mind
did they paint your face in ancient times were they talking 'bout you in celtic rhymes can I just reach out pull back the shroud would you let me hold you would it be allowed
are you the legend did they call you seer would you let me hold you would ou disappear... alien...
Where Will The Words Come From? Composer(s): Sonny Curtis; Glen D. Hardin Performer(s): Gary Lewis and The Playboys; Rosanne Cash
Where will the words come from When I tell you I don't love you anymore? When I command my lips to say "It's over now, please go away" Will the words be there Or will they fail me like they've always done before? Where will the words come from When I tell you I don't want you, I don't love you anymore
What happened to the love we had when it went away? Did it change itself into a cloud & become a rainy day? Where will the words come from When I tell you I don't want you, I don't love you anymore
Where will the words come from When I tell you I don't love you anymore? When I search inside my soul For words to tell of love grown cold Will the words be there Or will they fail me like they've always done before? Where will the words come from When I tell you I don't want you, I don't love you anymore
Alice's Restaurant Composer(s): Arlo Guthrie Performer(s): Arlo Guthrie; Enoch Light; The New Christy Minstrels
This song is called Alice's Restaurant, and it's about Alice, and the restaurant but Alice's Restaurant is not the name of the restaurant, that's just the name of the song and that's why I called the song Alice's Restaurant
You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant Walk right in it's around the back Just a half a mile from the railroad track You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant
Now it all started two Thanksgivings ago, was on - two years ago on Thanksgiving when my friend and I went up to visit Alice at the restaurant but Alice doesn't live in the restaurant, she lives in the church nearby the restaurant in the bell-tower, with her husband Ray and Fasha the dog And livin' in the bell tower like that, they got a lot of room downstairs where the pews used to be in Havin' all that room, seein' as how they took out all the pews they decided that they didn't have to take out their garbage for a long time
We got up there, we found all the garbage in there and we decided it'd be a friendly gesture for us to take the garbage down to the city dump So we took the half a ton of garbage, put it in the back of a red VW microbus took shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed on toward the city dump
Well we got there and there was a big sign and a chain across across the dump saying, "Closed on Thanksgiving" And we had never heard of a dump closed on Thanksgiving before and with tears in our eyes we drove off into the sunset looking for another place to put the garbage
We didn't find one Until we came to a side road, and off the side of the side road there was another fifteen foot cliff and at the bottom of the cliff there was another pile of garbage And we decided that one big pile is better than two little piles and rather than bring that one up we decided to throw our's down
That's what we did, and drove back to the church, had a thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat went to sleep and didn't get up until the next morning, when we got a phone call from officer Obie He said, "Kid, we found your name on an envelope at the bottom of a half a ton of garbage and just wanted to know if you had any information about it" And I said, "Yes, sir, Officer Obie, I cannot tell a lie, I put that envelope under that garbage"
After speaking to Obie for about fourty-five minutes on the telephone we finally arrived at the truth of the matter and said that we had to go down and pick up the garbage and also had to go down and speak to him at the police officer's station So we got in the red VW microbus with the shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed on toward the police officer's station
Now friends, there was only one or two things that Obie coulda done at the police station and the first was he could have given us a medal for being so brave and honest on the telephone which wasn't very likely, and we didn't expect it and the other thing was he could have bawled us out and told us never to be see driving garbage around the vicinity again which is what we expected, but when we got to the police officer's station there was a third possibility that we hadn't even counted upon, and we was both immediately arrested Handcuffed And I said "Obie, I don't think I can pick up the garbage with these handcuffs on" He said, "Shut up, kid Get in the back of the patrol car"
And that's what we did, sat in the back of the patrol car and drove to the quote Scene of the Crime unquote I want tell you about the town of Stockbridge, Massachusets, where this happened here they got three stop signs, two police officers, and one police car but when we got to the Scene of the Crime there was five police officers and three police cars being the biggest crime of the last fifty years, and everybody wanted to get in the newspaper story about it And they was using up all kinds of cop equipment that they had hanging around the police officer's station They was taking plaster tire tracks, foot prints, dog smelling prints and they took twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy photographs with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what each one was to be used as evidence against us Took pictures of the approach, the getaway, the northwest corner the southwest corner and that's not to mention the aerial photography
After the ordeal, we went back to the jail Obie said he was going to put us in the cell Said, "Kid, I'm going to put you in the cell, I want your wallet and your belt" And I said, "Obie, I can understand you wanting my wallet so I don't have any money to spend in the cell but what do you want my belt for?" And he said, "Kid, we don't want any hangings" I said, "Obie, did you think I was going to hang myself for littering?" Obie said he was making sure, and friends Obie was, 'cause he took out the toilet seat so I couldn't hit myself over the head and drown, and he took out the toilet paper so I couldn't bend the bars roll out the roll the toilet paper out the window, slide down the roll and have an escape Obie was making sure, and it was about four or five hours later that Alice (remember Alice? It's a song about Alice) Alice came by and with a few nasty words to Obie on the side, bailed us out of jail, and we went back to the church had a another thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat, and didn't get up until the next morning when we all had to go to court
We walked in, sat down, Obie came in with the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one, sat down Man came in said, "All rise" We all stood up, and Obie stood up with the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures and the judge walked in sat down with a seeing eye dog, and he sat down, we sat down Obie looked at the seeing eye dog, and then at the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one, and looked at the seeing eye dog And then at twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one and began to cry 'cause Obie came to the realization that it was a typical case of American blind justice and there wasn't nothing he could do about it and the judge wasn't going to look at the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what each one was to be used as evidence against us And we was fined $50 and had to pick up the garbage in the snow, but that's not what I came to tell you about
Came to talk about the draft
They got a building down New York City, it's called Whitehall Street, where you walk in you get injected, inspected, detected, infected, neglected and selected I went down to get my physical examination one day, and I walked in, I sat down got good and drunk the night before, so I looked and felt my best when I went in that morning `Cause I wanted to look like the all-American kid from New York City, man I wanted I wanted to feel like the all-, I wanted to be the all American kid from New York and I walked in, sat down, I was hung down, brung down, hung up, and all kinds o' mean nasty ugly things And I waked in and sat down and they gave me a piece of paper, said, "Kid, see the phsychiatrist, room 604"
And I went up there, I said, "Shrink, I want to kill I mean, I wanna, I wanna kill Kill I wanna, I wanna see I wanna see blood and gore and guts and veins in my teeth Eat dead burnt bodies I mean kill, Kill, Kill, Kill" And I started jumping up and down yelling, "Kill, Kill" and he started jumping up and down with me and we was both jumping up and down yelling, "Kill, Kill" And the sergeant came over, pinned a medal on me, sent me down the hall, said, "You're our boy"
Didn't feel too good about it
Proceeded on down the hall gettin more injections, inspections, detections, neglections and all kinds of stuff that they was doin' to me at the thing there and I was there for two hours, three hours, four hours, I was there for a long time going through all kinds of mean nasty ugly things and I was just having a tough time there and they was inspecting, injecting every single part of me, and they was leaving no part untouched Proceeded through, and when I finally came to the see the last man, I walked in walked in sat down after a whole big thing there, and I walked up and said, "What do you want?" He said, "Kid, we only got one question Have you ever been arrested?"
And I proceeded to tell him the story of the Alice's Restaurant Massacre with full orchestration and five part harmony and stuff like that and all the phenome... and he stopped me right there and said, "Kid, did you ever go to court?"
And I proceeded to tell him the story of the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and the paragraph on the back of each one, and he stopped me right there and said "Kid, I want you to go and sit down on that bench that says Group W .... Now kid!!"
And I, I walked over to the, to the bench there, and there is Group W's where they put you if you may not be moral enough to join the army after committing your special crime and there was all kinds of mean nasty ugly looking people on the bench there Mother rapers Father stabbers Father rapers! Father rapers sitting right there on the bench next to me! And they was mean and nasty and ugly and horrible crime-type guys sitting on the bench next to me And the meanest, ugliest, nastiest one, the meanest father raper of them all, was coming over to me and he was mean 'n' ugly 'n' nasty 'n' horrible and all kind of things and he sat down next to me and said, "Kid, whad'ya get?" I said, "I didn't get nothing, I had to pay $50 and pick up the garbage" He said, "What were you arrested for, kid?" And I said, "Littering" And they all moved away from me on the bench there, and the hairy eyeball and all kinds of mean nasty things till I said, "And creating a nuisance" And they all came back, shook my hand, and we had a great time on the bench talking about crime, mother stabbing, father raping, all kinds of groovy things that we was talking about on the bench And everything was fine, we was smoking cigarettes and all kinds of things, until the Sergeant came over had some paper in his hand, held it up and said
"Kids, this-piece-of-paper's-got-47-words-37-sentences-58-words-we-wanna-know-details-of-the-crime-time-of-the-crime-and- any-other-kind-of-thing-you-gotta-say-pertaining-to-and-about-the-crime-I-want-to-know-arresting-officer's-name-and-any- other-kind-of-thing-you-gotta-say", and talked for forty-five minutes and nobody understood a word that he said but we had fun filling out the forms and playing with the pencils on the bench there and I filled out the massacre with the four part harmony, and wrote it down there, just like it was and everything was fine and I put down the pencil, and I turned over the piece of paper, and there, there on the other side in the middle of the other side, away from everything else on the other side in parentheses, capital letters, quotated, read the following words
("Kid, Have You Rehabilitated Yourself?")
I went over to the sergeant, said, "Sergeant, you got a lot a damn gall to ask me if I've rehabilitated myself I mean, I mean, I mean that just, I'm sittin' here on the bench, I mean I'm sittin here on the Group W bench 'cause you want to know if I'm moral enough join the army, burn women, kids, houses and villages after bein' a litterbug" He looked at me and said, "Kid, we don't like your kind, and we're gonna send you fingerprints off to Washington"
And friends, somewhere in Washington enshrined in some little folder, is a study in black and white of my fingerprints And the only reason I'm singing you this song now is 'cause you may know somebody in a similar situation or you may be in a similar situation, and if your in a situation like that there's only one thing you can do and that's walk into the shrink wherever you are, just walk in say "Shrink, You can get anything you want, at Alice's restaurant" And walk out You know, if one person, just one person does it they may think he's really sick and they won't take him And if two people, two people do it, in harmony, they may think they're both faggots and they won't take either of them And three people do it, three, can you imagine, three people walking in singing a bar of Alice's Restaurant and walking out They may think it's an organization And can you, can you imagine fifty people a day, I said fifty people a day walking in singing a bar of Alice's Restaurant and walking out And friends they may thinks it's a movement
And that's what it is , the Alice's Restaurant Anti-Massacre Movement and all you got to do to join is sing it the next time it come's around on the guitar
With feeling So we'll wait for it to come around on the guitar, here and sing it when it does Here it comes
You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant Walk right in it's around the back Just a half a mile from the railroad track You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
That was horrible If you want to end war and stuff you got to sing loud I've been singing this song now for twenty five minutes I could sing it for another twenty five minutes I'm not proud... or tired
So we'll wait till it comes around again, and this time with four part harmony and feeling
We're just waitin' for it to come around is what we're doing
All right now
You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant Excepting Alice You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant Walk right in it's around the back Just a half a mile from the railroad track You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
Where Will The Dimple Be? Composer(s): Bob Merrill; Al Hoffman Performer(s): Rosemary Clooney; Alma Cogan
Chorus: On the baby's knuckle, on the baby's knee Where will the baby's dimple be? Baby's cheek or baby's chin Seems to me it'll be a sin If it's always covered by the safety-pin Where will the dimple be?
Every night we stay at home, my love and me alone Making wishes over dishes in the sink Will our bundle full of joy be a darling girl or boy? Will the booties be a baby blue or pink?
Chorus
Now I wake up every night with such an appetite Eat a chocolate pie, topped off with sauerkraut Then I put some records on, munch on crackers until dawn And just sit around all night and try to guess
Chorus
While I play the clinging vine, I watch that love of mine Build him cradles while I'm pecking at his cheek Not just one, but two or three, twins run in my family And my cousin Jane had triplets just last week
Where Were You When I Needed You Composer(s): Steve Barri; P.F. Sloan Performer(s): The Grass Roots; and various other artists
Don't bother crying Don't bother calling It's all over now There's no use in stalling The love I once felt I don't feel anymore for you This time I'll even open the door for you You walked out when I was down Well now I'm well off And look, look whose comin' round Where were you when I needed you Where were you when I wanted you Where were you when I need you Where You're looking good, it's hard to fight it But no use explain' I've already decided That goin' with you Is worse than without you I won't spend a lifetime worryin' about you When things got bad You disappeared But I'm back on my feet And look, look whose standin' there Where were you when I neeed you Where were you when I wanted you Where were you when I needed you Where You were so young And you were so wild I knew you were nobody's innocent child That first day I saw you You really got to me I thought I could change you What good did it do me When times got rought Ah, you would't wait Well now you're trippin' back And babe, babe it's too late Where were you when I needed you Where were you when I wanted you Where were you when I needed you Where (etc.)
Alice Long Composer(s): Tommy Boyce - Bobby Hart Performer(s): Fortune & Maltese
You're still my favorite girlfriend Alice Long And I don't forget about you When you're gone Even though right now you feel you don't belong You're still my favorite girlfriend Alice Long We both agreed that to get along To talk things over as they come up So if you think we don't see each other enough Then let's talk it over When we're together Nothing can keep us apart But if I ever forget to (??-unclear) But whatever You're still a part of my heart Can't you see Can't you see Oh you're still my favorite girlfriend Alice Long But you can't hold on to love by holding on When I am with you girl or when I'm gone Just remember You're still my favorite girlfriend Alice Alice Alice Alice Alice Alice You're still my favorite girlfriend Alice Long And I don't forget about you When you're gone Even though right now you feel you don't belong You're still my favorite girlfriend You're still my favorite girlfriend You're still my favorite girlfriend Alice Long ...
Where Were You (On Our Wedding Day)? Composer(s): Lloyd Price; Harold Logan; John Patton Performer(s): Lloyd Price; and various other artists
Where were you on our wedding day I got the bad news that you went away Where were you little girl I say Where were you on our wedding day
Give me back my ring I ain`t gonna let you keep a thing
Where were you when I said I do Everybody laughing at my fine new suit Now where were you on our wedding day Where were you little girl I say
Give me back my ring. I ain`t gonna let you keep a thing
Now where were you when I searched the town I turned the whole neighbourhood up side down Now where were you little girl I say. Where were you on our wedding day
Give me back my ring I ain`t gonna let you keep a thing Give me back my ring I ain`t gonna let you keep a thing
Alice Is At It Again Composer(s): Noël Coward Performer(s): Noël Coward and multiple other artists
In a dear little village Remote and obscure A beautiful maiden resided As to whether or not Her intentions were pure Opinions were sharply divided She loved to lie Out 'neath the darkening sky And allow the night breeze To entrance her She whispered her dreams To the birds flying by But seldom received any answer
Over the field and along the lane Gentle Alice would love to stray When it came to the end of the day She would wander away Unheeding Dreaming her innocent dreams she strode Quite unaffected by heat or cold Frequently freckled or soaked with rain Alice was out in the lane
Who she met there Every day Was a question Answered by none But she'd get there And she'd stay there 'Til whatever she did Was undoubtedly done
Over the field and along the lane Both her parents would call in vain Sadly, sorrowfully, they'd complain 'Alice is at it again'
Although that dear little village Surrounded by trees Had neither a school, nor a college Gentle Alice acquired From the birds and the bees Some exceedingly practical knowledge The curious secrets that nature revealed She refused to allow to upset her But she thought When observing the beasts of the field That things might have been organised better
Over the field and along the lane Gentle Alice would make up And take up Her stand The road was not exactly arterial But it led to a town nearby Where quite a lot of masculine material Caught her rolling eye
She was ready to hitchhike Cadillac or motorbike She wasn't proud or choosy All she Was aiming to be Was a pinked-up Minked-up Fly-by-night floozy
When old Rogers Gave her pearls as large as Nuts on a chestnut tree All she'd say was 'Fiddle-di-dee! The wages of sin will be the death of me!'
Over the field and along the lane Gentle Alice's parents Would wait Hand in hand Her dear old white-headed mother Wistfully sipping champagne Said 'We've spoiled our child Spared the rod Open up the caviar and say "Thank God!" We've got no cause to complain! Alice is at it again!'
