Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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L'âne Composer(s): Guy Thomas Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Il est au milieu d'la route Le stupide aliboron Il est là qui nous écoute Avec sa têt' de cochon Il pouss'ra pas sa barbaque Il est guère accommodant Ah vraiment la tête à claques Ah l'âne de Buridan
Il obstrue la voie publique Avec son vieux char-à-bancs Il comprend pas nos mimiques Nos solides arguments Il a rien dans la caboche Le baudet récalcitrant Il mérit'rait des taloches Il est pas intelligent
Il aurait pu l'imbécile Provoquer des accidents Froisser nos automobiles Déranger les occupants Allons viens vite hue cocotte Par ici t'auras du son Il comprend pas la carotte Il comprend pas le bâton
Surtout faut pas qu'on y touche Il a des plaies sur la peau Avec du sang pour les mouches Du pus pour les asticots Il manqu'rait plus qu'il s'affale Ce serait pas rigolo Le stupide onocéphale Ah le maudit bourricot
Beat It ((aka Eat It ("Weird Al" Yankovic) - 1984)) Composer(s): Michael Jackson First release by: Michael Jackson - 1982 Covered by multiple other artists
They told him don't you ever come around here Don't wanna see your face, you better disappear The fire's in their eyes and their words are really clear So beat it, just beat it
You better run, you better do what you can Don't wanna see no blood, don't be a macho man You wanna be tough, better do what you can So beat it, but you wanna be bad
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it No one wants to be defeated Showin' how funky and strong is your fight It doesn't matter who's wrong or right Just beat it, beat it Just beat it, beat it Just beat it, beat it Just beat it, beat it
They're out to get you, better leave while you can Don't wanna be a boy, you wanna be a man You wanna stay alive, better do what you can So beat it, just beat it
You have to show them that you're really not scared You're playin' with your life, this ain't no truth or dare They'll kick you, then they beat you, Then they'll tell you it's fair So beat it, but you wanna be bad
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it No one wants to be defeated Showin' how funky and strong is your fight It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it No one wants to be defeated Showin' how funky and strong is your fight It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it No one wants to be defeated Showin' how funky and strong is your fight It doesn't matter who's wrong or right Just beat it, beat it Beat it, beat it, beat it
Beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it No one wants to be defeated Showin' how funky and strong is your fight It doesn't matter who's wrong or who's right
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it No one wants to be defeated Showin' how funky and strong is your fight It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it No one wants to be defeated Showin' how funky and strong is your fight It doesn't matter who's wrong or right Just beat it, beat it Beat it, beat it, beat it
Beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it No one wants to be defeated Showin' how funky and strong is your fight It doesn't matter who's wrong or who's right
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it No one wants to be defeated Showin' how funky and strong is your fight It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it No one wants to be defeated Showin' how funky and strong is your fight It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it No one wants to be defeated Just beat it, beat it Beat it, beat it, beat it
L'âne Composer(s): Guy Béart Performer(s): Guy Béart
Sur tes pattes, je dévale les sentiers dès le matin Bougre d'âne, je suis âne nous ne formons qu'un car je trime dès l'aurore et te fais trimer encore au lieu de me prélasser à l'ombre d'un figuier Bougre qui m'tiens compagnie dans les sentiers de la vie je m'demande ... si je vais à quatre pattes et toi sur mes sabots, mon âne Bougre, bougre de veinard? La la la ...
Quand tu bouges les oreilles l'abeille qui te surveille s'envole de toi et vient se poser sur mon nez J'vois bien qu'elle m'prend pour ton frère C'est pas ça qui m'désespère mais de ne pas avoir les oreilles longues comme toi Bougre qui m'tiens compagnie sous le soleil de midi je m'demande ... si l'abeille t'aime ou bien si elle m'préfère à toi, mon âne Bougre, bougre de veinard! La la la ...
Quand tu chantes, quand tu clames l'amour, la fin de ton âme la montagne entière chante aussi hi han hi han Ta voix n'est pas délectable mais nous mangeons à la même table et nos ventres creux résonnent de la même façon Bougre qui m'tiens compagnie sous les étoiles de la nuit je m'demande ... si la course au paradis sera gagnée par toi ou moi ou nous à la fois, mon âne Bougre, bougre de veinard! La la la ...
Beat Girl
Composer(s): John Barry
First performance/First release by: John Barry - 1959/1961
Covered by multiple other artists
She's nearly always here
Digs all the modern gear
Cool like a lager beer
Beat Girl
Tries anything for kicks
Lose her with the swinging hips
Makes with the pretty lips
Beat Girl
"That's the Beat girl feeding the coins into the jukebox
Long black stockings and no make-up
Big, big wheel setting up the coffee pot she makes
like she's not overly concerned about this extravagant attention
Keeps giving me the look like I'm supposed to rate this chick high or something"
Clouds on the chicken run
Goes but it ain't no fun
Not 'less you doin' a ton
Beat Girl
Drives in an old sedan
Tries all the way she can
Jives like the crazy man
Beat Girl
Landslide Composer(s): Stevie Nicks First release by: Fleetwood Mac - 1975 Covered by multiple other artists
I took my love, I took it down Climbed a mountain and I turned around I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills 'Till the landslide brought me down
Oh, mirror in the sky What is love Can the child within my heart rise above Can I sail through the changing ocean tides Can I handle the seasons of my life
Well, I've been afraid of changing 'Cause I've built my life around you But time makes you get bolder Even children get older And I'm getting older too
Oh, take my love, take it down Climb a mountain and turn around If you see my reflection in the snow covered hills Well the landslide will bring it down
If you see my reflection in the snow covered hills Well the landslide will bring it down
Beat Crazy Composer(s): Joe Jackson Performer(s): Joe Jackson
Kids today - they're all the same All call themselves - some crazy name All those drugs - they can't be sane All that noise - affects their brains And it's such a crime How they waste their time They can't get nowwhere They've all gone Beat Crazy Beat Crazy They say the world - is in a mess But they can talk - the way they dress Can't get no jobs - can't get no careers With safety pins - stuck through their ears And it's such a crime How they waste their time They can't get nowwhere They've all gone Beat Crazy Beat Crazy And if the Russians ever come They'll all be beating bongo drums So who'll defend - in World War III Where could we turn - where would they be And it's such a crime How they waste their time They can't get nowwhere They've all gone Beat Crazy Beat Crazy
Level upon level of wash and stone Cab drivers yelling that each one, each one's alone A forced-up smile when casting your eyes Insanity reigns on streets of no size High crumbling walls of stones that have seen The rigors of war and have never been cleaned A modern pay turnpike in midst of it all While an old woman works in a garden with trowel Trees are just blooming, I've come just in time Purple spring flowers in rebirth pantomime A miniature red castle in black craggy pass Jig-saw puzzle houses the resultants of mass The top of a mountain cut off by the mist And a white serene temple in space does exist The lemon trees, oranges, and cactus alike The growth of a vineyard with grapes not yet ripe A truck is forced off as big as a house While dawdling along like a little green mouse A long sweeping view expounds my belief And clear restless water with an absence of reef Evolutions and cycles we come face to face While foliage drifts in green filmy lace Now rough and then coarse soon velvet to touch Octagonal mosaic on a church that is such And columns of clouds go boiling across The mountains that stop them and suffer no loss Head reeling cliffs that fall down to sea While people are sleeping they hang peacefully But the trucks rolling blindly are waking them up To talk quietly murmuring over the morning's first cup Arches and steps are seen everywhere Manmade and Godmade and one made of air The essence of time is virtually gone Day goes and night comes, I breathe up my lawn Buona sera, buona sera is a faithful reply From any stranger you pass who catches your eye And pinpoints of brilliance, some moving, some still Are caught in the glass of my window sill The pinpoints I mentioned I don't speak of stars But then, think again, it's funny they are Stars made by man who himself is a star If only he'd realize the powers that are And all he's got to do is lay down and play dead And now looky here Vesuvius looms overhead
Beat city now now Beat beat Beat city now now Woo-oo-oo Beat city now now Beat beat Beat beat Beat city I watch you tumble down
Roll into America Roll your hands in policies I love it when you smile I love it when you Sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing
Roll and show hold out your hand? Put some dollars down, you're wild When it takes you by surprise I'll be there to watch you Run, run, run, run, run Run, run, run, run, run Run, run, run, run, run Run, run, run
Beat city Beat beat Beat city now now Woo-oo-oo Beat city now now Beat beat Beat beat Beat city I watch you tumble down
Roll and show a classy man Close your eyes put by his arm To the memory I behold Where you go Oh I don't know Don't fear nothing It's so real I really hurt, the hurt that I feel I take you down to the heart of the fire
Beat city Beat beat Beat city now now Woo-oo-oo Beat city now now Beat beat Beat beat Beat city I watch you tumble down
Beat city Beat beat Beat city now now Woo-oo-oo Beat city now now Beat beat Beat city I watch you tumble down
Aux quatre coins de France, émanant je suppose De maris rancuniers par la haine conduits Le bruit court que j'atteins l'heure de l'andropause Qu'il ne faut plus compter sur moi dans le déduit
O n'insultez jamais une verge qui tombe! Ce n'est pas leur principe, ils crient sur tous les tons Que l'une de mes deux est déjà dans la tombe Et que l'autre à son tour file un mauvais coton
Tous ces empanachés bêtement se figurent Qu'un membr' de ma famille est à jamais perclus Que le fameux cochon, le pourceau d'Epicure Qui sommeillait en moi ne s'éveillera plus
Ils me croient interdit de séjour à Cythère Et, par les nuits sans lune avec jubilation Ils gravent sur mon mur en style lapidaire "Ici loge un vieux bouc qui n'a plus d'érections"!
Ils sont prématurés, tous ces cris de victoire O vous qui me plantez la corne dans le dos Sachez que vous avez vendu les génitoires Révérence parler, de l'ours un peu trop tôt
Je n'ai pas pour autant besoin de mandragore Et vos femmes, messieurs, qu' ces jours-ci j'ai reçues Que pas plus, tard qu'hier je contentais encore Si j' n'ai plus d'érections, s'en fussent aperçues
À l'hôpital Saint-Louis, l'autre jour, ma parole Le carabin m'a dit : "On ne peut s'y tromper En un mot comme en cent, monsieur, c'est la vérole" Si j' n'ai plus d'érections, comment l'ai-je attrapée?
Mon plus proche voisin n'aim' que sa légitime Laquelle, épous' modèle, n'a que moi pour amant Or tous deux d' la vérole, ils sont tombés victimes Si j' n'ai plus d'érections, expliquez-moi comment?
Mes copains, mon bassiste et tous ceux de la troupe En souffrirent bientôt, nul n'en fut préservé Or je fus le premier à l'avoir dans le groupe Si j' n'ai plus d'érections, comment est-ce arrivé?
Minotaures méchants, croyez-vous donc qu'à braire Que mon train de plaisir arrive au terminus Vous me cassiez mes coups? Au contraire, au contraire Je n'ai jamais autant sacrifié à Vénus!
Tenant à s'assurer si ces bruits qu'on colporte Ces potins alarmants sont ou sont pas fondés Ces dames nuit et jour font la queue à ma porte Poussées par le démon de la curiosité
Et jamais, non jamais, soit dit sans arrogance Mon commerce charnel ne fut plus florissant Et vous, pauvres de vous, par voie de conséquence Vous ne fûtes jamais plus cocus qu'à présent
Certes, elle sonnera cette heure fatidique Où perdant toutes mes facultés génétiques Je serai sans émoi Où le septième ciel - ma plus chère ballade Ma plus douce grimpette et plus tendre escalade Sera trop haut pour moi
Il n'y aura pas de pleurs dans les gentilhommières Ni de grincements de fesses dans les chaumières Faut pas que je me leurre Peu de chances qu'on voie mes belles odalisques Déposer en grand deuil au pied de l'obélisque Quelques gerbes de fleurs
Tout au plus gentiment diront-elles: "Peuchère Le vieux Priape est mort", et, la cuisse légère Le regard alangui Elles s'en iront vous rouler dans la farine De safran, tempérer leur fureur utérine Avec n'importe qui
Beast Of Burden
Composer(s): Mick Jagger - Keith Richards
First recording/First release by: The Rolling Stones - 1977/1978
Covered by multiple other artists
I'll never be your beast of burden My back is broad but it's a hurting All I want is for you to make love to me I'll never be your beast of burden I've walked for miles my feet are hurting All I want is for you to make love to me
Am I hard enough Am I rough enough Am I rich enough I'm not too blind to see
I'll never be your beast of burden So let's go home and draw the curtains Music on the radio Come on baby make sweet love to me
Am I hard enough Am I rough enough Am I rich enough I'm not too blind to see
Oh little sister Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, girl You're a pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty girl Pretty, pretty Such a pretty, pretty, pretty girl Come on baby please, please, please
I'll tell ya You can put me out On the street Put me out With no shoes on my feet But, put me out, put me out Put me out of misery
Yeah, all your sickness I can suck it up Throw it all at me I can shrug it off There's one thing baby That I don't understand You keep on telling me I ain't your kind of man
Ain't I rough enough, ooh baby Ain't I tough enough Ain't I rich enough, in love enough Ooh! Ooh! Please
I'll never be your beast of burden I'll never be your beast of burden Never, never, never, never, never, never, never be
I don't need no beast of burden I need no fussing I need no nursing Never, never, never, never, never, never, never be
Land Of Hope And Dreams Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen Performer(s): Bruce Springsteen
Grab your ticket and your suitcase Thunder's rolling down the tracks You don't know where you're goin' But you know you won't be back Darlin' if you're weary Lay your head upon my chest We'll take what we can carry And we'll leave the rest
Big Wheels rolling through fields Where sunlight streams Meet me in a land of hope and dreams
I will provide for you And I'll stand by your side You'll need a good companion for This part of the ride Leave behind your sorrows Let this day be the last Tomorrow there'll be sunshine And all this darkness past
Big wheels roll through fields Where sunlight streams Meet me in a land of hope and dreams
This train Carries saints and sinners This train Carries losers and winners This Train Carries whores and gamblers This Train Carries lost souls This Train Dreams will not be thwarted This Train Faith will be rewarded This Train Hear the steel wheels singin' This Train Bells of freedom ringin' This Train Carries broken-hearted This Train Thieves and sweet souls departed This Train Carries fools and kings This Train All aboard
This Train Dreams will not be thwarted This Train Faith will be rewarded This Train Hear the steel wheels singin' This Train Bells of freedom ringin'
Bears
Composer(s): Steven Fromholz
First release by: Steven Fromholz - 1976
Covered by multiple other artists
Some folks say there ain't no bears in Arkansas Some folks never seen a bear at all Some folks say that bears go around eating babies raw Some folks got a bear across the hall
Some folks say that bears go around smelling bad Others say that a bear is honey sweet Some folks say this bear's the best I ever had Some folks got a bear beneath their feet
Some folks drive the bears out of the wilderness Some to see a bear would pay a fee Me I just bear up to bewildered best And some folks even see the bear in me
So meet a bear and take him out to lunch with you And even though your friends may stop and stare Just remember that's a bear there in the bunch with you And they just don't come no better than a bear
Land Of Confusion Composer(s): Phil Collins - Tony Banks - Mike Rutherford First release by: Genesis - 1986 Covered by multiple other artists
I must've dreamed a thousand dreams Been haunted by a million screams But I can hear the marching feet They're moving into the street
Now did you read the news today They say the danger's gone away But I can see the fire's still alight There burning into the night
There's too many men Too many people Making too many problems And not much love to go round Can't you see This is a land of confusion
This is the world we live in And these are the hands we're given Use them and let's start trying To make it a place worth living in
Ooh Superman where are you now When everything's gone wrong somehow The men of steel, the men of power Are losing control by the hour
This is the time This is the place So we look for the future But there's not much love to go round Tell me why, this is a land of confusion
This is the world we live in And these are the hands we're given Use them and let's start trying To make it a place worth living in
I remember long ago Ooh when the sun was shining Yes and the stars were bright All through the night And the sound of your laughter As I held you tight So long ago
I won't be coming home tonight My generation will put it right We're not just making promises That we know, we'll never keep
Too many men There's too many people Making too many problems And not much love to go round Can't you see This is a land of confusion
Now this is the world we live in And these are the hands we're given Use them and let's start trying To make it a place worth fighting for
This is the world we live in And these are the names we're given Stand up and let's start showing Just where our lives are going to
High on the mountain tell me what do you see Bland shacks and railroad tracks looking back at me Better take Chicago Forest to the plain There's a Colorado River running through the green You been hanging around this world far too long Lord, at night for countless hours certainly are gone Never been an outlaw, never been this free Except for tales of Colorado spring Take up my money, thought I'd be free Saw that man a commin' thought they were that free Chopped down that tree and my worries were all gone All of a sudden bullets were ringing through that home You been hanging around this world for far too long Hanging around the mountain home, back in half an hour Way back in the swamp, boys way back in the trees Colorado payroll in the Colorado spring You hear them coming, the voices of love You must come courting through this world or go Texas in the dell, running in the well You know all you can do is raise hell Stick around this world for far too long Back in half an hour with the... Way back in the swamps, way back in the trees Never been this free in the Colorado spring As sun come up as alive as I can be
Land Of 1000 Dances Composer(s): Chris Kenner First release by: Chris Kenner - 1962 Covered by multiple other artists
1-2-3 1-2-3 Ow! Uh! Alright! Uh!
Got to know how to pony Like Bony Maronie Mash potato, do the alligator Put your hand on your hips, yeah Let your backbone slip Do the Watusi Like my little Lucy Hey! Uh!
Na na-na-na-na na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na I need somebody to help me say it one time (Na na-na-na-na na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na ) Wo--ow!
Wow! Uh! You know I feel alright! Huh! I feel pretty good y'all Uh! Huh! Na na-na-na-na na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na Come on y'all, let's say it one more time (Na na-na-na-na na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na ) Ooow!
Playing, it is a habit With long tall Sally Twistin' with Lucy Doin' the Watusi Roll over on your back I like it like that Do that Jerk-uh Watch me work y'all Ow! Do it! Wow! Do it! Just watch me do it
Aah help me Aah help me Aah help me Aah help me ...
You know what you said about me, don't you woman... Well, you ain't nothin' but a bear cat Been scratchin' at my door You ain't nothin' but a bear cat Been scratchin' at my door You can purr pretty kitty But I ain't gonna rub you no more
You said you was a long-hair But I can see through that You said you was a long-hair But I can see through that And mama I know You're just an old bear cat
You ain't nothin' but a bear cat Been scratchin' at my door Ain't nothin' but a bear cat You been scratchin' at my door You can purr pretty kitty But I ain't gonna rub you no more
Whoa, rub you! Whoa, git with it now Git it, git it, git it, git it! Oh, listen to that old cat Meooowwww... scat! Oh, tip it miss kitty Tip it honey, tip it! Hey! I'm tellin' you honey...
You made me feel so mean Made me moan and groan You made me feel so mean You made me moan and groan You ain't wantin' no man You're just lookin' for an old soup bone
You ain't nothin' but a bear cat Been scratchin' at my door You're just an old bear cat Been scratchin' at my door You can purr pretty kitty But I ain't gonna rub you no more
The Lancashire Lads (Traditional) Performer(s): Old Blind Dogs
Oh it was last Monday morning, as I have heard them say Our orders came from Manchester, we were to march away
Oh the Lancashire lads have gone abroad, whatever shall we do Leaving many a pretty maid to cry what shall I do
Said a mother to her daughter, What makes you talk so strange To want to be a soldier's wife, the wide world to range For soldiers they are rambling boys and get but little pay And how could they maintain a wife on fourteen pence a day?
Oh the Lancashire lads have gone abroad, whatever shall we do Leaving many a pretty maid to cry what shall I do
Said the mother to the daughter, I'll have you close confined You'll never marry that Lancashire Lad, he'll be no son of mine Should you confine me seven long years and after set me free I'll search the world for my Lancashire Lad when I've gained my liberty
Oh the Lancashire lads have gone abroad, whatever shall we do Leaving many a pretty maid to cry what shall I do
My loves clothed in scarlet and turned up with blue And every town that he goes through, to his sweetheart he'll be true Now we'll have money enough, my boys, and girls to please our mind We'll never forget sweet Manchester and the girls we left behind
Oh the Lancashire lads have gone abroad, whatever shall we do Leaving many a pretty maid to cry what shall I do
Oh the Lancashire lads have gone abroad, whatever shall we do Leaving many a pretty maid to cry what shall I do
Beans In My Ears
Composer(s): Len Chandler
Performer(s): The Serendipity Singers
and multiple other artists
My mommy said not to put beans in my ears
Beans in my ears, beans in my ears
My mommy said not to put beans in my ears
Beans in my ears
Now why would I want to put beans in my ears
Beans in my ears, beans in my ears
Now why would I want to put beans in my ears
Beans in my ears
You can't hear the teacher with beans in your ears
Beans in your ears, beans in your ears
You can't hear the teacher with beans in your ears
Beans in your ears
What's that you say, let's put beans in our ears
Beans in our ears, beans in our ears
What's that you say, let's put beans in our ears
Beans in our ears
You'll have to speak up I got beans in my ears
Beans in my ears, beans in my ears
You'll have to speak up I got beans in my ears
Beans in her ears
Say mommy we've gone and put beans in our ears
Beans in our ears, beans in our ears
Say mommy we've gone and put beans in our ears
Beans in our ears
That's nice boys just don't put those beans in your ears
Beans in our ears, beans in our ears
That's nice boys just don't put those beans in your ears
Beans in our ears
I think that all grown ups have beans in their ears
Beans in their ears, beans in their ears
I think that all grown ups have beans in their ears
Beans in their ears
The Lamplighter's Serenade Composer(s): Paul Francis Webster - Hoagy Carmichael Performer(s): Glenn Miller and multiple other artists
A moment after dark around the park an old-fashion gent comes parading Dressed in fancy clothes but singing as he goes The Lamplighter's Serenade The old boy loves to talk with couples on the walk but when it's half after love time He reaches for his sticks and from his bag of tricks he lights every star in the sky And if a lady or a beau should answer No, he sprinkles their hearts with his magic Then he steals away to sing another day The Lamplighter's Serenade
My how time goes flying back, its 1893 A Strummer one horse open hack There steps a grand old memory
A moment after dark around the park an old-fashion gent comes parading Dressed in fancy clothes but singing as he goes The Lamplighter's Serenade The old boy loves to talk with couples on the walk but when it's half after love time He reaches for his sticks and from his bag of tricks he lights every star in the sky And if a lady or a beau should answer No, he sprinkles their hearts with his magic Then he steals away to sing another day The Lamplighter's Serenade
Beale Street Blues
Composer(s): W.C. Handy
First recording/First release by: Prince's Band - 1917
Covered by multiple other artists
I've seen the lights of gay Broadway Old Market Street down by the Frisco Bay I've strolled the Prado, I've gambled on the Bourse The seven wonders of the world I've seen And many are the places I have been Take my advice, folks, and see Beale Street first!
You'll see pretty browns in beautiful gowns You'll see tailor-mades and hand-me-downs You'll meet honest men, and pick-pockets skilled You'll find that business never ceases 'til somebody gets killed!
If Beale Street could talk, if Beale Street could talk Married men would have to take their beds and walk Except one or two who never drink booze And the blind man on the corner singing "Beale Street Blues!"
I'd rather be there than any place I know I'd rather be there than any place I know It's gonna take a sergeant for to make me go!
I'm goin' to the river, maybe by and by Yes, I'm goin' to the river, maybe by and by Because the river's wet, and Beale Street's done gone dry!
