Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Bojangles Of Harlem Composer(s): Jerome Kern; Dorothy Fields Performer(s): Fred Astaire and various other artists
Ask anyone up Harlem way Who that guy Bojangles is They may not know who's president But ask 'em who Bojangles is
He's in the most entrancin' business It's what they call the "dancin' business" When there's a beat Up on the street Brother, you go and bet all your dough! Sister, you know! That ain't no one but Bo!
Oh! Bojangles of Harlem You dance such hot stuff! Young folks love you in Harlem They say you've got stuff! Tough guys rumba out of poolrooms And kids start "truckin'" out of schoolrooms!
Oh! Bojangles of Harlem! The whole town's at your heels! Leaving their flats Missing their meals! Running like rats Going astray Throw those long legs away!
Lejana Tierra Mia Composer(s): Carlos Gardel - Alfredo Le Pera Performer(s): Carlos Gardel and multiple other artists
Lejana tierra mìa bajo tu cielo , bajo tu cielo quiero morirme un dìa con tu consuelo, con tu consuelo y oir el canto de oro de tus campanas, que tanto añoro no sè si al contemplarte al regresar sabrè reir o llorar Silencio de mi aldea que sòlo quiebra, la serenata de un ardiente romeo bajo una dulce, luna de plata en un balcòn florido se oyò el murmullo, de un juramento que la brisa llevò con el rumor de otras cuitas de amor
Siempre està, el balcòn con su flor, y su sol tu no estàs, faltas tù ¡oh mi amor! lejana tierra mìa de mis amores, ¡como te nombro! en mis noches sin sueños con las pupilas, llenas de asombro dime estrellita mìa que no son vanas, mis esperanzas que tu sabes que pronto he de volver, a mi viejo querer
Boire Un Petit Coup C'est Agréable Composer(s): Valbonne; Félix Boyer
Boire un petit coup c'est agréable Boire un petit coup c'est doux Mais il ne faut pas rouler dessous la table Boire un petit coup c'est agréable Boire un petit coup c'est doux
Allons dans les bois ma mignonette Allons dans les bois du roi! Nous y cueillerons la frîche violette Allons dans les bois ma mignonette Allons dans les bois du roi!
Non Firmin, tu n'auras pas ma rose Non Firmin, tu n'l'auras pas Car Monsieur le curé a défendu la chose Non Firmin, tu n'auras pas ma rose Non Firmin, tu n'l'auras pas
J'aime le jambon et la saucisse J'aime le jambon c'est bon! Mais j'aime encore mieux le lait de ma nourrice J'aime le jambon et le saucisse J'aime le jambon c'est bon!
Leïla Et Les Chasseurs Composer(s): Francis Cabrel Performer(s): Francis Cabrel
Leïla, si tu savais les yeux qu'elle a Quand elle voit s'approcher les chasseurs Leïla, si tu savais les yeux qu'elle a Quand elle voit s'approcher les chasseurs Pas la peine de mentir Leïla sait ce que veut dire Ce feu sous les paupières blanches Qui fixe le dessous de ses hanches Des mots humides de pluie Qui meurent aussitôt dits Des corps tendus immobiles Après les éclairs faciles Leïla, elle les connaît trop Faux nez et faux numéros Même par terre même morts Et quand même les plus forts Les phrases pleines de détours Qui craignent la lumière du jour Ils cachent tous quelque chose Ils chassent tous quelque chose
Leïla, si tu savais les yeux qu'elle a Quand elle voit s'approcher les chasseurs Leïla, si tu savais les yeux qu'elle a Quand elle voit s'approcher les chasseurs Y a ceux qui pleurent de joie En ajoutant une croix Ceux qui l'aiment à tout jamais Qui ont un avion juste après Ceux qui ont des barques sur la Seine Trop loin pour que je t'y emmène Ceux qui ont de l'or plein les châteaux Ceux qui ont des ports pleins de bateaux Ils parlent tellement fort Ils sont tellement nombreux Qu'un soir de fatigue elle s'endort Contre la peau de l'un d'eux Pour peu qu'il soit d'une autre sorte Un peu moins menteur que les autres Elle aura le gris du matin Et les fleurs du papier peint
Leïla si tu savais les yeux qu'elle a Quand elle voit s'approcher les chasseurs Leïla, si tu savais les yeux qu'elle a Quand elle voit s'approcher les chasseurs, les chasseurs Leïla n'y peut pas grand chose Si elle a la fraîcheur des roses Elle est la cible de vos flèches Mais c'est pas vous qu'elle cherche Elle rêve d'un fragile, d'un fou Qui l'embrasse au quinzième rendez-vous Qui tremble en lui prenant la main Et surtout qui ne dise rien Leïla, elle les connaît trop Faux nez et faux numéros Même par terre même morts Et quand même les plus forts Ils cachent tous quelque chose Ils chassent tous quelque chose
Boing Bong Composer(s): M. Falconnier; Georges Garvarentz; M. Taynor Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell & Les Chaussettes Noires
Boing bong, un jour je reviendrai Boing bong, toi tu seras là pour moi Boing bong, et je t'embrasserai Boing bong, on s'embrassera cent fois
Tout bas tu m'as juré De ne pas m'oublier Alors je vais sans trop de peine M'en aller loin de toi Moi j'emporte ton cur Mais surtout n'aie pas peur Avant que ton chagrin ne vienne Je serai dans tes bras
Boing bong, tu m'as dit que nous deux Boing bong, ça ne finirait jamais Boing bong, je sais qu'un jour heureux Boing bong, moi je reviendrai, oh ouais
Tout bas tu m'as juré De ne pas m'oublier Alors je vais sans trop de peine M'en aller loin de toi Moi j'emporte ton cur Mais surtout n'aie pas peur Avant que ton chagrin ne vienne Je serai dans tes bras
Boing bong, tu m'as dit que nous deux Boing bong, ça ne finirai jamais Boing bong, je sais qu'un jour heureux Boing bong, moi je reviendrai
Leider Composer(s): Willy Hoffmann - F. Ohlsen Performer(s): Liesbeth List
Leider bin ich verliebt in dich Leider Leider Leider bist du der Mann für mich Leider Leider
Was du tust, ich haße dich Ich sag' mir ich verlaße dich und komm von dir niemals los Leider war ich vor Liebe blind Leider Leider Leider bist du wie allen sind Leider Leider Doch ist's jetzt zu spät und auch egal denn leider liebe ich dich nunmal
Was du tust, ich haße dich Ich sag' mir ich verlaße dich und komm von dir niemals los Leider war ich vor Liebe blind Leider Leider Leider bist du wie allen sind Leider Leider Doch ist's jetzt zu spät und auch egal denn leider liebe ich dich nunmal
Boiled Beef And Carrots Performer(s): Harry Champion
Boiled beef and carrots Boiled beef and carrots That's the stuff for your "Derby Kel" It makes you fit and keeps you well Don't live like vegetarians On food they give to parrots From morn till night, blow out your kite On boiled beef and carrots!
Leicester Square Rag Composer(s): Harry Roy Performer(s): Harry Roy & His Band and multiple other artists
Should you have the grace to go dancing and if you want somewhere to go Leicester Squares the place for romancing so come along now to the show Take a tube, a bus or a taxi and you will find time will not drag Follow the crowd along, join in the merry throng When they do the Leicester Square Rag
Everybodys doing it, soon youll be doing it, youll say its grand Bring along your dancing shoes, soon youll forget the blues, follow the band You will find the rhythm entrancing, so hurry up, dont ever lag See all the people there, couples are everywhere Doing the Leicester Square Rag
Nows the time, is everybody ready? Come and do the Leicester Square Rag
Come on along now, where the lights are all bright Come on along now, its a wonderful sight Come on along now, take a step to the right Sing pom-tiddley-om-pom, pom-pom You sure to make it when you hear the refrain If you cannot make it, you will soon ascertain And once you got it, you wanna do it again Sing pom-tiddley-om-pom, pom-pom
Everybodys doing it, soon youll be doing it, youll say its grand Bring along your dancing shoes, soon youll forget the blues, follow the band You will find the rhythm entrancing, so hurry up, dont ever lag
Follow the crowd, join in the merry throng When they do the Leicester Square Rag
The latest rag is all the talk of London Town and old New York In Paris, too, its all the rage, on boulevards and every stage In old Brazil, the rumba queens are changing styles And now it seems they wanna learn the newest phase This very latest rag, the London craze Nows the time to go, come on dont be slow, take your partners round
Everybodys doing it, soon youll be doing it, youll say its grand Bring along your dancing shoes, soon youll forget the blues, follow the band You will find the rhythm entrancing, so hurry up, dont ever lag
Follow the crowd along, join in the merry throng When they do the Leicester Square Rag
Nows the time Is everybody ready? Come and do the Leicester Square Rag Come and do the Leicester Square Rag
Lei Composer(s): Umberto Tozzi Performer(s): Umberto Tozzi
Esco con lei, mi trucco un po', lentamente t'aspetterò' fischietto un po', dolcemente fuori città nell'omertà' l'amerò' sognando
ha gli occhi blu e non lo fa chiaramente chiede di più ma mi amerà veramente ci penso un po' "ti amo o no" e sento finalmente le sue mani e lei...
e' tutto quello che vorrei...e' lei che riempie tutti i giorni miei...e' lei che sogno tante verità...e' lei che sola da' felicità...e per lei finché vivrò non avrò no, e l'amerò'
esco da lì se non e' così come un pazzo me ne andrò (via via via via) lontano
ma ha gli occhi blu (ha gli occhi blu) e lo farà chiaramente e vorrò di più (vorrò di più), se mi amerà veramente ci pensa un po' (ci pensa un po') dice di no (dice di no), e dolcemente sento le (le le le le ) sue mani
lei, e' tutto un mare di trofei e' lei, che copre tanti sbagli miei e' lei che sa inventarti come sei per lei, io aspetto l'anno che vorrei e per lei, finché vivrò non avrò no e l'amerò'
ci pensa un po', dice di no e dolcemente sento (le le le le) sue mani ...
Bohemian Rhapsody Composer(s): Freddie Mercury Originally performed by: Queen Covered by various other artists
Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide No escape from reality Open your eyes Look up to the skies and see I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy Because I'm easy come, easy go A little high, little low Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me
Mama, just killed a man Put a gun against his head Pulled my trigger, now he's dead Mama, life had just begun But now I've gone and thrown it all away Mama, ooo Didn't mean to make you cry If I'm not back again this time tomorrow Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters
Too late, my time has come Sends shivers down my spine Body's aching all the time Goodbye everybody - I've got to go Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth Mama, ooo - (anyway the wind blows) I don't want to die I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
I see a little silhouetto of a man Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango Thunderbolt and lightning - very very frightening me Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo Figaro - magnifico
But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me He's just a poor boy from a poor family Spare him his life from this monstrosity Easy come easy go - will you let me go Bismillah! No - we will not let you go - let him go Bismillah! We will not let you go - let him go Bismillah! We will not let you go - let me go Will not let you go - let me go (never) Never let you go - let me go Never let me go - ooo No, no, no, no, no, no, no - Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me for me for me
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye So you think you can love me and leave me to die Oh baby - can't do this to me baby Just gotta get out - just gotta get right outta here
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah Nothing really matters Anyone can see Nothing really matters - nothing really matters to me
Legs Composer(s): Frank Beard - Billy Gibbons - Dusty Hill First release by: ZZ Top - 1983 Covered by multiple other artists
She's got legs, she knows how to use them She never begs, she knows how to coose them She's holdin' leg wonderin' how to feel them Would you get behind them if you could only find them? She's my baby, she's my baby yeah, it's alright
She's got hair down to her fanny She's kinda jet set, try undo her panties Everytime she's dancin' she knows what to do Everybody wants to see if she can use it She's so fine, she's all mine girl, you got it right
She's got legs, she knows how to use them She never begs, she knows how to choose them She's got a dime all of the time stays out at night movin' through time Oh, I want her, said, I got to have her the girl is alright, she's alright
Boga Boga Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Por el día o por la noche el pescador sale a la mar La mar no le ha puesto horario aún de navegar
Boga, boga, boga vuelve a bogar Boga, boga, boga a trabajar
Por el día o por la noche el pescador y su piel llevan red, llevan anzuelo y más llevan deber
Boga, boga, boga vuelve a bogar Boga, boga, boga a trabajar
Pasan las horas, pasan días y se cuentan por meses Y su alegría y su tristeza la conocen los peces De entre sus manos ve venir cada rincón del porvenir el rostro de la novia, la mamá o el que nació el mismo día en que él partió
Entonces jura que ahora sí que va a vivir entonces jura que más nunca va a salir que esta vez sí es la última en el mar Y pasa el tiempo y no ve el día de volver Y pasa el tiempo entre peligros, sin mujer Y pasa el tiempo que no deja respirar
Pero la tierra se acaba cuando vuelve el pescador por eso regresa siempre al mar su gran amor
Boga, boga, boga vuelve a bogar Boga, boga, boga a trabajar
Y va de océano en océano con su anzuelo, con su red Caiga el rayo o sople el viento, allí es donde se ve
Boga, boga, boga vuelve a bogar Boga, boga, boga a trabajar
Nadie sabe cómo sueña cómo sueña un pescador cada vez que cobra presa, allí viene su amor
Boga, boga, boga vuelve a bogar Boga, boga, boga a trabajar
El pescador lleva a bordo una palma y un amor El amor lo hala del fondo, la palma del corazón
Boga, boga, boga vuelve a bogar Boga, boga, boga a trabajar
Il existe, dans les landes Le château des Quatre-Vents Et la fort belle légende Pour les petits et les grands... Il paraît, quand minuit sonne On entend dans les couloirs Les bruits de pas qui résonnent Et des sanglots dans le noir J'ai voulu savoir la cause De tous ces morts sans repos On m'a raconté des choses Qui m'ont fait froid dans le dos... Dès que minuit a sonné Le bois se met à craquer Le vent sanglote au dehors Le chiens hurlent à la mort Alors, parmi tous ces bruits Une plainte monte, monte... Une plainte qui raconte l'histoire d'amour qui suit
Il y avait 'y a longtemps Que s'aimaient deux amants Ne vivant que pour lui Respirant que pour elle Là, dans ce même lit Oh Dieu, qu'elle était belle... Mais on ne voulut pas de moi Je n'étais pas le fils d'un roi On fit tout pour m'éloigner d'elle Jamais n'ai pu revoir ma belle À la fin d'un beau jour Elle est morte d'amour Dieu n'a jamais permis De supprimer sa vie Elle est morte pour moi Moi, je suis mort pour elle Il ne le fallait pas, il ne fallait pas C'est en vain que j'appelle Chaque nuit, je l'entends pleurer Seule dans son éternité Christine, Christine... je t'aime Christine, Christine... je t'aime Mais elle ne m'entend pas Et je ne la vois pas Christine!... Christine!... Christine!!!
Et l'irréel disparaît Aussitôt que l'aube apparaît Est-ce un rêve, ou la réalité? Là, ma légende est terminée...
Body Talk Composer(s): Melvin Gentry; Antonio Reid; Stanley Burke; Carlos Greene; Bo Watson Performer(s): The Deele
Pimp dolls, jam Jigglettes, slam Pimp dolls, jam Jigglettes, slam
Just because I shake and party And roll my sexy body Don't mean that I'm tryin' to tease It's called body talk It's not like the walk 'Cause this time You're wearin' blue jeans
You rub your left leg slow And let your body go And do a little sexy scream Jam, let's party out Make your body sweat and shout A visual sex machine You're talkin'
Body talk Talk body to me, body talk (Talk body to me) Body talk Talk body to me, body talk
Jigglettes gonna slam Pimp dolls gonna jam Let your body talk to me You're lookin' real fine You're workin' overtime You're footloose and fancy free
Now it's all about the feel 'Cause now you know the deal So pump your body 'cross the floor And put it in the groove Gonna make it real smooth And then you'll want some more You're talkin'
Say baby, what's that you're doin'? Well, it looks like your body is talkin' to me I'm hearin' something What's that? Go on, get it, girl
Sexy body Sure looks good to me Body talk with me Your sexy body (oh baby) Sure looks good to me Body talk, slam
Come on and shake your body I want to hear your body So come on and shake your body I want to hear your body
Your body, your body, your body
Your sexy body Sure looks good to me Body talk with me Your sexy body (oh baby) Sure looks good to me
Mmm, there she is again I wonder what she was tryin' to say to me B-o-d-y t-a-l-k, ooh talk baby
I like the way you walk, baby I wanna hear your body talk, baby You know it's really not your fault, baby Oh baby, oh
In the bright day's of old when our dear land was young her praises and glories were on every tongue to each breeze her emerald hearts ever steady for love and for freedom we dare
When the wintry storm raged around the old Castle wall brave knights and fair ladies were held in the thrall of harper and bard in the faith unbroken in this Irish heart lives still
Oh for love we have fought and for love we will die and love will uphold us when danger is nigh and the fame of our name sure the land still admires for they fought for their home and for love the Maguire
Body Slam! Composer(s): William Collins; Joel Johnson Performer(s): Bootsy's Rubber Band
Said I'm caught up in this traffic jam Tryin' to get home to my baby again She said she like it, uh, she like the jam Well, I'm gonna teach her how to body slam Hit me
Shake it, baby Shake your body Shake it, baby Shake it on down Shake it, baby Shake your body I'm gonna teach you how to body slam Hit me
Shake it, baby Shake your body Shake it, baby Shake it on down Shake it, baby Shake your body I'm gonna teach you how to body slam Hit me
Slam that body and make that naughty Slam that body and make that naughty body Come on slam that body and party hearty Come on slam that body, slam that body, slam that body
Well, give me a break
Who was that Who was that Who was that Who was that
The Legend Of John Henry's Hammer Composer(s): Johnny Cash - June Carter Cash Performer(s): Johnny Cash; The Carter Family
John Henry's pappy woke him up one midnight He said 'fore the sheriff comes I want to tell you Listen boy he said, learn to ball a jack learn to lay a track Learn to pick and shovel too and take my hammer It'll do anything you tell it to
John Henry's mammy had about a dozen babies John Henry's pappy broke jail about a dozen times The babies all got sick and when the doctor wanted money He said I'll pay you a quarter at a time startin' tomorrow That's pay for a steel driver on this line
Then the section foreman said hey hammer swinger I see you brought your own hammer boy But what else can all them muscles do And he said I can turn a jack, I can lay a track I can pick and shovel too (can you swing a hammer boy) Yes, well I'll do anything you hire me to
(Now ain't you something so high and mighty with your muscles Just go ahead boy and pick up that hammer pick up that hammer) He said get a rusty spike and swing it down three times I'll pay you a nickel a day for every inch you sink it to Go on and do what you say you can do
With a steep nased hammer on a four foot switch handle John Henry raised his back till it touched his heels And the spike went thru the crosstie and split it half in two 35 cents a day for driving steel (Swing, swing it boy swing you owe me two more swings) I was born for drivin' steel
Well John Henry hammered in the mountain He'd give a grunt and give a groan with every swing The women folks from miles around heard him and come down To watch him make cold steel ring Lord what a swinger, just listen to the cold steel ring
But the bad boss come up laughing at John Henry Said you full of vinegar now but you 'bout through We're gonna get a steam drill to do your share of drivin' And what's all them muscles gonna do, ha John Henry Gonna take a little bit of vinegar out of you
John Henry said I feed four little brothers And baby sister's walking on her knees Did the Lord say that machines oughta take the place of living And what's a substitute for bread and beans, I ain't seen it Do engines get rewared for their steam
John Henry hid in a coalmine for his dinner nap Had thirty minutes to rest before the bell The mine boss hollered get up whoever you are and get a pick-ake Give me enough coal to start another hell And keep it burning, mine me enough to start another hell
John Henry said to his Captain a man ain't nothin' but a man But if you bring that steam drill round And I'll beat it fair and honest I'll die with my hammer in my hand, but I'll be laughing 4ause you can't replace a steel drivin' man
There was a big crowd of people at the mountain John Henry said to the steam drill how is you Pardon me Mr Steam Drill, I suppose you didn't hear me I said how I are you ha Well can you turn a jack, can you lay a track can you pick and shovel too Listen this hammer swinger's talkin' to you
Two thousand people hollered (go John Henry) Then somebody hollered (the mountain's cawing in) John Henry told the Captain tell the kind folks don't worry It ain't nothing but my hammer sucking wind, it keeps me breathing This steel driver's muscle, I ain't tin
Captain tell the people move back further I'm at the finish line and there ain't no drill It's so far behind and yet it ain't got the brains to quiet it When she blows up she'll scatter cross the hills Lord Lord When she blows up she'll scatter cross the hills
Well John Henry had a little woman I believe the lady's name was Polly Ann Yes that was his good woman John Henry threw his hammer over his shoulder and went on home He lay down to rest his weary back and early next morning he said Come here Polly Ann come here sugar You know I believe this is the first time I ever watched the sun come up that I couldn't come up Take my hammer Polly Ann and go to that railroad Swing that hammer like you seen me do it And when you're swinging with the lead man they'll know They'll know you're John Henry's woman But tell them that ain't all you can do tell them I can hoist a jack, I can lay a track, I can pick and shovel too Ain't no machine can, that's been proved to you
There was a big crowd of mourners at the church house The section hands laid him in the sand Trains go by on the rails John Henry laid They slow down and take off the hats the men do When you've come to the place where John Henry's layin' restin' his back Some of 'em say morning streel driver, you sure was a hammer swinger Then they go by pickin' up a little speed Clickety-clack clickety-clak clickety-clack clickety-clak (Yonder lies a steel drivin' man oh Lord, yonder lies a steel drivin' man Yonder lies a steel drivin' man oh Lord, yonder lies a steel drivin' man)
Cuerpo Y Alma English Title: Body And Soul Composer(s): Eduardo Mateo Performer(s): Pedro Aznar
Alma al aras alas que pasan del ave que en vuelo anda ama el alma en mantra alma del lugar noche y fogata hazte luz y el fuego en llama llama al alma y canta canta - canta y ama vive en cuerpo y alma canta - sol de la naturaleza llama Alma que al tramar tramas en mantras haz que el luz aves alas as salve al cuerpo y alma
Alma nombre a Dios o al que es amigo fiel en sí y a uno mismo voz del cuerpo y alma
Canta - pensamiento y ama el alma en mantra canta - que en el cuerpo un templo guarda al alma
