Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Lucky Me Composer(s): George Kerr - Sylvia Robinson Performer(s): The Moments
Lucky me, just lucky me 'Cause I found a girl like you Who brings her love to only me Ooh, lucky me I can see how good your true love can be 'Cause I'm gonna wear my ring Oh, I'll spend my whole life loving you If you want me to 'Cause there's no one in the whole wide world As special, babe, as you
Lucky me, lucky me As can be, of all the fellahs in the world You told me you love only me Ooh, lucky me, lucky me I must say I feel as though there's no one else In the world but you and me Oh, I'll spend my whole life loving you If you want me to 'Cause there's no one in the whole wide world As special, babe, as you
Lucky me, lucky me Lucky me Love me as I'll never be
Lucky me, lucky me Oh, lucky me, lucky me Lucky me, lucky me Oh, lucky me, lucky me
Monnaie Blues Composer(s): Francis Cabrel Performer(s): Francis Cabrel
Je marchais dans une rue louche Elle, elle avait les bras croisés Et puis une si grande bouche Que je me suis laissé tenter Elle m'a montré des tas de choses Qu'on ne montre qu'à ses amis Sa bibliothèque en cuir rose Et la soie de ses draps de lit J'étais tout près de l'épouser Quand elle m'a montré la porte Elle a pris toute ma monnaie Elle a dit "c'est le seul moyen pour que je m'en sorte" Je suis rentré chez moi de rage J'ai allumé la télé Un vieillard encombrait l'image Un vieillard très bien habillé Il prononçait des mots bizarres Des mots que personne connaît J'ai dit c'est pas drôle ton histoire Et il ne s'en sortira jamais La speakerine est venue traduire Avant que j'éteigne mon poste "Il voudrait toute votre monnaie" Il a dit "c'est le seul moyen pour que je m'en sorte" J'ai dit mon vieux c'est pas facile S'ils veulent tous de mon argent Lorsque l'évêque de la ville Entra dans mon appartement Il avait ses habits de messe Par dessus sa tenue de plage Il criait "mes quatre maîtresses Viennent d'être prises en otage Par pitié faites quelque chose Pour pas qu'elles ne reviennent mortes" Il a pris toute ma monnaie Il a dit "c'est le seul moyen pour qu'elles s'en sortent" Je me suis enfui dans un bar J'ai pris mon alcool préféré J'avais pas commencé de boire Quand des docteurs sont entrés Ils criaient "vous avez l'air pâle Et la mort arrive si vite On a prévenu l'hôpital On va vous embarquer de suite" Pas moyen de leur échapper Ils avaient une bonne escorte Ils ont pris toute ma monnaie Ils ont dit "c'est le seul moyen pour qu'on s'en sorte" Lorsque je me suis réveillé J'ai dit pourvu que tout ça s'arrête J'ai mis partout trois tours de clé J'ai fermé les doubles fenêtres J'ai calfeutré mon lavabo J'ai débranché mon téléphone Et j'ai bien tiré les rideaux J'ai dit je veux plus voir personne Et j'ai mis des gardes à chaque mur Des armoires contre les portes Et j'ai brûlé toute ma monnaie Puisque c'était le seul moyen pour que je m'en sorte Et j'ai brûlé toute ma monnaie Puisque c'était le seul moyen pour que je m'en sorte
Monnaie, Monnaie - 1996 (aka Belle Honey - 1963) ((Adapted from: Money Honey (by Clyde McPhatter & The Drifters - 1953)) Composer(s): Jesse Stone - Jean Fauque Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday - 1996
Le type qui m'loue son studio, ouais, a sonné Je l'ai laissé, ouais, planté sur le palier À travers la porte, j'lui ai demandé ce qu'il voulait Il m'a dit "Ca fait trois mois que j'attends ton loyer"
Moi je veux de la Monnaie, monnaie Monnaie, monnaie Monnaie, monnaie Envoie la monnaie si tu veux qu'on reste amis
J'avais trouvé une paye pour le lendemain J'ai appelé celle qui m'a promis sa main Je l'ai réveillée, ouais, au milieu de la nuit Elle m'a dit "Qu'est-ce que tu veux?" J'ai dit "Bonsoir ma chérie"
Je veux de la Monnaie, monnaie Monnaie, monnaie Monnaie, monnaie Donne la monnaie si tu veux rester ma petite amie
Elle a dit "Qu'est-ce qui te prend? Non mais, t'as disjoncté! C'est terminé, tu dois t'en aller En tout cas, merci pour cette bonne idée Je vais dire à celui qui va te remplacer
Moi j'aime la Monnaie, monnaie Monnaie, monnaie Monnaie, monnaie Donne la monnaie et je serai ta petite amie"
J'ai appris la leçon Maintenant je sais Qu'après la pluie il y a le soleil Quand je croise une fille qui veut m'embarquer Avant de lui dire "Je t'aime", je lui parle d'oseille
Moi je veux de la Monnaie, monnaie Monnaie, monnaie Monnaie, monnaie Donne la monnaie et tu seras ma petite amie
Lucky Man Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen Performer(s): Bruce Springsteen
Running down the highway half past eleven Waitin' for my odometer to roll straight sevens I'm a lucky man I went to see the gypsy the other night She looked in my palm looked me in the eye Said you're a lucky man Some folks got fortune some got eyes of blue What you got will always see you through You're a lucky man Pa went from the army to the factory to the killing yard I make my living with my hands behind the wheel of this car I'm a lucky man Messin' with me man wouldn't be wise Roll them dice son - ah snake eyes I'm a lucky man Had a girl in Calgary I gave her up Man that love thing was messin' with my luck I'm a lucky man I'll wake up tomorrow morning in another state Kiss me now baby before it's too late If you wanna kiss a lucky man I don't miss no girl I don't miss no home He travels fastest who travels alone He's a lucky man A man with the world in the palm of his hands
Lucky Lips Composer(s): Jerry Leiber - Mike Stoller First recording/First release by: Ruth Brown - 1956/1957 Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1963 - Rote Lippen Soll Man Küssen (Peter Krauss) 1963 - Hymyhuulet (Johnny Four Cats) 1965 - Røde Læber Skal Man Kysse (Gustav Winckler) 1969 - Slid Og Slæb (Birthe Kjær) 1995 - Rode Lippen Moet Je Kussen (Paul Severs)
When I was just a little baby I didn't have many toys but my mama used to say son you got more than other boys Now you may not be good looking and you may not be too rich But you'll never ever be alone cause you've got lucky lips
Lucky lips are always kissing lucky lips are never blue Lucky lips will always find a pair of lips so true Don't need a four-leaf clover Rabbit's foot or a good luck charm With lucky lips you'll always have a baby in your arms
I never get heartbroken No, I'll never get the blues and if I play that game of love I know I just can't lose When they spin that wheel of fortune all I do is kiss my chips and I know I'm bound to win, yeah 'cause I've got lucky lips
Lucky lips are always kissing Lucky lips are never blue Lucky lips will always find a pair of lips so true Don't need a four-leaf clover Rabbit's foot or good luck charm With lucky lips I'll always have a baby in my arms
Rode Lippen Moet Je Kussen ((Adapted from: Lucky Lips (Ruth Brown) - 1956/1957)) Composer(s): Jerry Leiber - Mike Stoller - Johnny Hoes Performer(s): Paul Severs - 1995
Versions In Other Languages: 1963 - Rote Lippen Soll Man Küssen (Peter Krauss) 1963 - Hymyhuulet (Johnny Four Cats) 1965 - Røde Læber Skal Man Kysse (Gustav Winckler) 1969 - Slid Og Slæb (Birthe Kjær)
Ik zag een heel mooi meisje In een leuke discotheek Ik was meteen verloren Toen ik even naar haar keek
En voor ik het besefte Gaf ik haar spontaan En blozend vroeg dat lieve kind Het nog een keer te doen
Rode lippen moet je kussen Want daar zijn ze voor gemaakt Oh, het is zo zalig Als jouw mond de hare raakt
Ik kan het echt niet laten Ja, ik doet het vroeg en laat Want rode lippen kussen is Het mooiste dat bestaat
Nu is dat mooie meisje Al een jaar m'n lieve vrouw En iedere avond vraagt ze mij Hoeveel ik van haar hou
En ook wil zij nog weten Of ik haar steeds kussen zal Dan zeg ik 'wees gerust, m'n schat' Dat doe ik liefst van al
Rode lippen moet je kussen Want daar zijn ze voor gemaakt Oh, het is zo zalig Als jouw mond de hare raakt
Ik kan het echt niet laten Ja, ik doet het vroeg en laat Want rode lippen kussen is Het mooiste dat bestaat
Oh, rode lippen moet je kussen Want daar zijn ze voor gemaakt Oh, het is zo zalig Als jouw mond de hare raakt
Ik kan het echt niet laten Ja, ik doet het vroeg en laat Want rode lippen kussen is Het mooiste dat bestaat
Monkey In Your Soul Composer(s): Walter Becker; Donald Fagen Performer(s): Steely Dan
I got one and you want four Its so hard to help you I cant keep up with you no more And you treat me like its a sin But you cant lock me in You want me here with you right to the end No thank you my friend I fear the monkey in your soul
Wont you turn that bebop down I cant hear my heart beat Wheres that fatback chord I found? Honey dont you think it was wrong To interrupt my song? Ill pack my things and run so far from here Goodbye dear
Lucky Ladybug Composer(s): Bob Crewe - Frank Slay Performer(s): Billy & Lillie and multiple other artists
Lucky ladybug, lucky ladybug, lucky ladybug
Ladybug, Silver Dollar, Rabbit's foot With a four leaf clover and a horseshoe Wishbone, Shamrocks, got me shook Singin' abracadabra in a cat's eye
I wonder wonder if you love me Guess I'll ask the stars above me When the moon is bright canary yellow It'll really be amazin' If that crystal ball a-gazin' Says I'll always be your steady fellow
Ladybug, Silver Dollar, Rabbit's foot With a four leaf clover and a horseshoe Wishbone, Shamrocks, got me shook Singin' abracadabra in a cat's eye
Though your words are smooth & soothin' Don't you feel it 's time for movin' C'mon daddy rock me while the planet's rollin' Keep it cool my ducky wucky Baby doll our love is lucky When you walk me down the aisle We'll do it strollin'
Stupid cupid gave us fever And an itchy twitchy feelin' And the green mosquito must've bit us Got a sloppin' like two robins Makin' moon talk and bobbin' Like a firefly splishin and a splashin'
Ladybug, Silver Dollar, Rabbit's foot With a four leaf clover and a horseshoe Wishbone, Shamrocks, got me shook Singin' abracadabra in a cat's eye
Monkey And The Underdog Composer(s): David Crosby; Craig Doerge Performer(s): David Crosby
Well, I went out for my evenin' stroll All along the boulevard It's familiar turf from the hills to the surf I treat it like my front yard
Well, I right away ran into a girl I know She said "You gotta come with me tonight The word is out that the underdog And the monkey gonna finally fight"
I've been fightin', fightin' Fightin' just to stay alive And I've been fightin', fightin' Fightin' to get from four o'clock to five
Well, now I'm not what you'd call a violent man But the news brought a smile to my face 'Cause the underdog is a friend of mine I'd just love to see him put that monkey in his place
You may think I'm crazy The odds are against the dog you understand This monkey is as strong as a gorilla He'd stretch a tire like a rubber band
But I've been fightin', fightin' Fightin' just to stay alive I've been fightin', oh, oh, fightin' Fightin' to get from four o'clock to five
Now, he's sneaky and he'll smile on Right at you pretend to lick your boots And all the while he'd be thinking How to rip your soul out by the roots
When we got there my old underdog He didn't really look too good, no But his eyes met mine and he said "I'll kick his ass" I knew right then he would
Oh, been fightin', yeah, I've been fightin', yeah Fightin' just to stay alive I've been fightin', oh, oh, oh, oh, fightin' Fightin' to get from four o'clock to five
Well, now I don't want to bore you With a bunch of dialog It's not how much dog is in the fight It's how much fight is in my dog
And I've been fightin', oh, fightin' Fightin' just to stay alive I've been fightin', yeah, fightin' Fightin' to get from four o'clock to five
Oh, fightin', oh, fightin', yeah Fightin' just to stay alive Fight ... fightin', fightin' Fightin' to get from four o'clock ... oh, oh ... oh, oh
Fightin', oh, fightin' Fightin' just to stay alive I've been fightin', yeah, oh, fightin' Fightin' to get from four o'clock to five
Lucky Day Composer(s): Chris Rea Performer(s): Chris Rea
A little bit of daylight Shines on my pillow It comes through my window pane Speak of the morning Hope is eternal Better to look at this way This could be my lucky day
A glass filled with crystals Six million rainbows Gifted to see with childrens eyes Always a small chance Of shooting that rainbow Bless this down with sweet surprise This could be my lucky day
No inhibitions, naive forever Better looking up than looking down Don't try to beat it, twist and defeat it Leave those kind of complications Never to be found This could be my lucky day
Monkey And The Baboon Composer(s): Spencer Williams Performer(s): Lonnie Johnson and various other artists
Monkey and the baboon playin in the grass monkey says, Baboon you play too fast Shouldve seen them jumpin from tree to tree playin hide an go seek with the chickadee
Monkey doodle-do, monkey doodle-do If you try to make a monkey out of me Ill make a baboon out of you
The monkey and the baboon shootin crooked dice, monkey throwed seven leven twice Baboon got hasty an he swung in fas, knocked the little monkey in the grass
Cryin monkey doodle-do, monkey doodle-do If you try to make a monkey out of me, Ill make a baboon out of you
Woo woo woo woo woo woo, woo woo woo woo Wa woo wa woo wa woo wa woo, wa woo wao woo wa woo
The monkey an the baboon both catchin fleas, the monkey stayed happy caught em big you see He yelled, said, Those insects are small! As caught em big as the cannon ball
Monkey doodle-do, monkey doodle-do If you try to make a monkey out of me, Ill make a baboon out of you
Doo doo doo doo doo doo, doo da doo doo doo doo doo Doo da doo doo doo doo doo doo doo, doo da doo doo doo doo doo
The monkey an the baboon settin on the fence, monkey called the baboon to fatten his quench Baboon set him back in his class, when he knocked him on his oh my, yes
Monkey doodle-do, monkey doodle-do If you try to make a monkey out of me, Ill make a baboon out of you
Woo woo woo woo, woo woo woo woo Wa woo wa woo wa woo wa woo, woo woo woo woo woo
The monkey and the baboon playin in the grass, monkey stuck his finger in the baboons glass Monkey got a stick an hit im cross the head, now the little monkey is sick in bed
Cryin monkey doodle-do, monkey doodle-do If you try to make a monkey out of me, Ill make a baboon out of you
Doo doo doo doo, doo da doo doo doo doo doo Doo da doo doo doo doo doo doo doo, doo da doo doo doo doo doo
Monkey doodle-do, monkey doodle-do If you try to make a monkey out of me Ill make a baboon out of you
Lucky Boy Composer(s): Irving Berlin Performer(s): The Marx Bros. & Jack Barker
Marx Bros: Your smiling face is an open book young man We know that look young man you must be oh, so happy It's just a case of a love that took, young man There are quite a few who envy you
Lucky Boy, she's a beautiful thing Lucky Boy, will you give her a ring? Lucky Boy, we suppose in the Spring You will take your pride and joy on a train And her leather suitcase will contain bits of satin and lace It's as plain as the nose on your face How we envy you Lucky Boy
Jack Barker: I must confess that you pave the way for me You really say for me the things I want to tell you You'll never guess what a lucky day for me When I found that she had chosen me
All: Lucky Boy, she's a beautiful thing Lucky Boy, I'm as proud as a King Lucky Boy, when I give her the ring Can't you see me jump with joy with a cheer And a "what-a we care" We'll appear in a bungalow where In a year maybe three of us there How we envy you Lucky Boy
Money, Money Composer(s): Fred Ebb; John Kander Performer(s): Dalida
Money makes the world go round The world go round, the world go round Money makes the world go round It makes the world go round
Money makes the world go round The world go round, the world go round Money makes the world go round It makes the world go round
Money makes the world go round The world go round, the world go round Money makes the world go round It makes the world go round
We're in the money We're in the money We're got a lot of what it takes to get along We're in the money We're in the money Old man depression you have really done it wrong
You'll never see a headline about a breadline today And when we see a deadline we can look that gry right in the eye
We're in the money, come on now honey Let's spend it lend it send it rolling along Let's spend it lend it send it rolling along Let's spend it lend it send it rolling along
People will steal from their mother People will rob their own brother People can't even walk the streets 'Cause they, never know Who in the world they're gonna meet For that mean Oh mean, mean greed Almighty dollar
People will lie they will cheat People dont care who they rob or beat A woman will sell her precious body That small piece of paper Sure carries a lot of weight For that mean, oh mean, mean greed Yeaaaah!
Luckenbach, Texas (Back To The Basics Of Love) Composer(s): Chips Moman - Bobby Emmons Performer(s): Waylon Jennings & Willie Nelson; Tom Houston Orch.
The only two things in life that make it worth livin' Is guitars tuned good 'n' firm-feelin' women I don't need my name in the marquee lights I got my songs and I got you with me tonight Maybe it's time we got back to the basics of love Let's go to Luckenbach, Texas with Waylon and Willie and the boys This successful life we're livin' got us feudin' like the Hatfields and McCoys Between Hank Williams' pain songs and Newbury's train songs And blue eyes cryin' in the rain Out in Luckenbach, Texas ain't nobody feelin' no pain So baby let's sell your diamond ring Buy some boots and faded jeans and go away This coat and tie is chokin' me In your high society you cry all day We've been so busy keepin' up with the Jones Four-car garage and we're still buildin' on Maybe it's time we got back to the basics of love Let's go to Luckenbach, Texas with Waylon and Willie and the boys This successful life we're livin' got us feudin' like the Hatfields and McCoys Between Hank Williams' pain songs and Newbury's train songs And blue eyes cryin' in the rain Out in Luckenbach, Texas ain't nobody feelin' no pain
Let's go to Luckenbach, Texas with Willie and Waylon and the boys This successful life we're livin's got us feudin' like the Hatfields and McCoys 'tween Hank Williams' pain songs and Jerry Jeff's train songs And blue eyes cryin' in the rain Out in Luckenbach, Texas there ain't nobody feelin' no pain
Money Talks Composer(s): Don Airey; Ian Gillan; Roger Glover; Steve Morse; Ian Paice Performer(s): Deep Purple
I was young and healthy Extremely wealthy I swung in the trees And did as I pleased I thought I was rich Oh yeah Such sweet seduction I could feel the suction Greasing my palm And doing no harm Just making some deals What a bitch
Money talks to me Whispers in my ear Gives me everything I want Everything I want
I had rising stock So I got more pockets I knew somewhere to stick it Where no-one would nick it I kinda went private And then, aha Such sweet seclusion No more intrusion Too much food on my plate But there's guards at the gate Such joy I could almost die of it
Money talks to me Lays it on the line Gives me everything I want Everything I want
Money goes to money Yes it always returns Finds its way back to the big house Where it lives all alone Wraithlike silent partners Operators of the system Give words of quiet assurance To an otherwise healthy victim
It's all coming back to me I would swing in the trees And I'd swim in the ocean I used to show some emotion
I was not to blame I feel no shame The structure was shaking Was there for the taking I had the resources But then, oh no Someone outbid me I can't take it with me? Then I will devour it I can't go without it It's simply a question of Market forces
Money talks to me Whispers in my ear Gives me everything I want Everything I want Money talks to me Laughs right in my face Gives me everything I want Everything I want
