Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Tatane Composer(s): François Barcellini - Jean Douville Performer(s): André Bourvil
Mon copain, c'est Tatane C'est dans la rue qu'il est né Car, sur une peau de banane Sa maman avait glissé Dès qu' chacun fut au courant De l'événement Tout le quartier défila Comme au régiment On vit même le vieux Léon Faire preuve d'imagination Et lui donner un surnom Le surnom de Tatane On l'arrosa tellement Que tout le monde eut mal au crâne Du curé à l'adjudant Mais quand le p'tit Tatane Mit les pieds dans la vie A l'école, dans la rue Ce surnom l'a poursuivi Ce qui n'arrangea rien C'est qu'à 15 ans 3 mois Malgré sa petite taille Il chaussait du 53 Mon copain, mon Tatane Chaque jour, à l'atelier Glissait sur les peaux de banane Qu'on lui mettait sous les pieds Ses copains n'virent jamais Ses beaux cheveux blonds Mais se moquèrent toujours De ses pieds trop longs Personne ne travaillait plus Le patron s'en aperçut Et le jeta à la rue Mon copain, mon Tatane Apprit ainsi que la vie Fait pousser des peaux de banane Bien plus vite que les radis Mon copain, mon Tatane Quand l'amour fut sur ses pas Il lui jeta une peau de banane Et Tatane n'en revint pas Car la belle si elle vit ses beaux cheveux blonds Trouva aussi qu'ses grands pieds étaient mignons Quand il se promène maintenant Au bras de la belle enfant Il est fier comme Artaban Ils sont mari et femme Tous les jours l'amour grandit Une seule chose ennuie Tatane C'est qu'ses pieds grandissent aussi Brave tatane! Bonne route Tatane!
Quittons dans ce monde insolite Le bruit des pelles mécaniques Qui construisent quoi Faisons taire les mélancoliques Avec notre propre rythmique et notre joie
Musique Et que chacun se mette à chanter Et que chacun se laisse emporter Chacun tout contre l'autre serré Chacun tout contre l'autre enlacé {L'un contre l'autre}
Musique Que les orchestres se mettent à jouer Que nos mémoires se mettent à rêver Et laissons voyager nos pensées Laissons aller nos corps et flotter {L'un contre l'autre}
Musique On est trop faible pour s'entre-tuer On est trop seul pour se détester On est trop mal pour s'en rajouter On est trop rien pour se déchirer {Les uns les autres}
Musique Déposons nos armes à nos pieds Renvoyons chez elles nos armées Jetons à terre nos boucliers Claquons des doigts et frappons du pied {Un, deux, trois quatre}
Musique Douce, douce, douce, douce, douce musique Humm Douce, douce, douce, douce, douce musique Humm...
Going Up The Country Composer(s): Alan Wilson Performer(s): Canned Heat; and various other artists
I'm going up the country. Baby, don't you wanna go? I'm going up the country. Baby, don't you wanna go? I'm goning to some place where I've never been before
I'm going, I'm going where the water tastes like wine I'm going where the water tastes like wine We can jump in the water, stay drunk all the time
I'm gonna leave this city, got to get away I'm gonna leave this city, got to get away All this fussing and fighting, man, you know I just can't stay
Now, Baby, pack your leaving trunk You know we got to leave today Just exactly where we going I just can not say But we might even leave the U.S.A. 'Cause it's a brand new game, and I want to play
No use of you running or screaming and crying 'Cause you got a home as long as I got mine
Tata Yoyo qu'est-ce qu'y a sous ton grand chapeau Tata Yoyo, dans ma tête y a des tas d'oiseaux Tata Yoyo, on m'a dit qu'y a même un grelot Mais, moi j'aime ça quand ça fait ding ding di gue ding Comme une samba
J'ai mon boa Mon vieux chapeau Ma robe à fleurs Et mon mégot Mon parasol Et mes faux cils Et une boussole Sur mon nombril Les Brésiliens m'ont surnommée la folle de Rio Mais les enfants me donne un nom plus rigolo
Tata Yoyo qu'est-ce qu'y a sous ton grand chapeau Tata Yoyo, dans ma tête y a des tas d'oiseaux Tata Yoyo, on m'a dit qu'y a même un grelot Mais, moi j'aime ça quand ça fait ding ding di gue ding Comme une samba
Depuis le temps Que je m'trimballe Parmi les masques Du Carnaval Ma silhouette Mon charme fou Ça les embêtes Ils sont jaloux Je les entends sur mon passage dire: Ah! quelle est belle Un gosse a dit: Papa, j'la veux pour mon Noël
Tata Yoyo qu'est-ce qu'y a sous ton grand chapeau Tata Yoyo, dans ma tête y a des tas d'oiseaux Tata Yoyo, on m'a dit qu'y a même un grelot Mais ça n'fait rien quand je danse ça fait ding ding di gue ding Et j'aime bien Oui, moi j'aime ça quand ça fait ding ding di gue ding Comme une samba
Music, Maestro, Please! Composer(s): Herb Magidson; Allie Wrubel Performer(s): Frankie Laine
A table near the band A small one Some cigarettes, a drink Yes, a tall one And, waiter, I could use A chaser for my blues
Tonight I musn't think of her Music, maestro, please! Tonight Tonight I must forget How much I need her So, Mister Leader Play your lilting melodies Ragtime, jazztime, swing Any old thing To help me ease the pain That solitude can bring She used to like waltzes So please don't play a waltz She danced divinely And I loved her so But there I go Tonight I mustn't think of her No more memories Swing out Tonight I must forget Music, maestro, please!
Going Underground Composer(s): Paul Weller Performer(s): The Jam; and various other artists
Some people might say my life is in a rut But I'm quite happy with what I got People might say that I should strive for more But I'm so happy I can't see the point
Somethings happening here today A show of strength with your boy's brigade and I'm so happy and you're so kind You want more money, of course I don't mind To buy nuclear textbooks for atomic crimes And the public gets what the public wants But I want nothing this society's got
I'm going underground (going underground) Well the brass bands play and feet start to pound Going underground (going underground) Well let the boys all sing and let the boys all shout for tomorrow
Some people might get some pleasure out of hate Me, I've enough already on my plate People might need some tension to relax Me, I'm too busy dodging between the flak
What you see here is what you get You've made your bed, you better lie in it You choose your leaders and place your trust As their lies wash you down and their promises rust You'll see kidney machines replaced by rockets and guns And the public wants what the public gets But I don't get what this society wants
I'm going underground (going underground) Well let the brass bands play and feet start to pound Going underground (going underground) So let the boys all sing and the boys all shout for tomorrow
We talk and talk until my head explodes I turn on the news and my body froze These braying sheep on my TV screen Make this boy shout, make this boy scream Going underground, I'm going underground I'm going underground, I'm going underground
These braying sheep on my tv screen... Make this boy shout, make this boy scream...
Going underground (going underground) Well let the brass band play and feet start to pound Going underground (going underground) Well let the boys all sing, and the boys all shout Going underground (going underground) Well let the brass band play and feet go pow pow pow Going underground (going underground) So let the boys all sing and let the boys all shout..... .....for tomorrow
Otto est une tata teutonne Pleine de tics et de totos Qui s'autotète les tétés En se titillant les tétons Et sa mitrailleuse fait Ratatatata tata Ratatatata Ratatatata tata Ratatatata
Assez porté sur la tortore Il s'tape des tonnes de steak tartare Puis Otto rote et jette hautain Son étron au trou des tinettes Son gros pétard pète et fait Ratatatata tata Ratatatata Ratatatata tata Ratatatata
Pour ce teuton tout est torture Tata ayant tâté de tout Otto fait les tasses à tâtons Oui mais question tutu tintin Une voix derrière lui fait Ratatatata tata Ratatatata Ratatatata tata Ratatatata
Taste Of India Composer(s): Glen Ballard - Joe Perry - Stephen Tyler Performer(s): Aerosmith
God I love the sweet taste of India Lingers on the tip of my tongue Gotta love the sweet taste of India Blame it on the beat of the drum God I love the sweet taste of India Lingers on the tip of my tongue Gotta know that what's gotten into you Any cat man do when it's done Yeah, she's got that kind of love incense That lives in her back room And when it mixes with the funk my friend It turns into perfume When you are born You're afraid of the darkness Then you're afraid of the light But I'm not afraid When I dance with my shadow This time I'm gonna get it right To think of what I'll get tonight Just lookin' for a little taste (A Taste Of India) She'll steal the smile right off your face Her Yin and Yang Is just the thing She's unpredictable my friend God I love the sweet taste of India Lingers on the tip of my tongue Gotta know that what's gotten into you Any cat man do when it's done It's like your first taste, love, of vindaloo That sets your heart on fire And if you let her stuff get into you It will be all that you desire When you make love to A sweet tantric priestess You drink in the bliss of delight But I'm not afraid When I dance with her shadow This time I'm gonna get it right She's gonna wake my appetite Just lookin' for a little taste (A Taste Of India) She'll steal the smile right off your face She a friend of mine She a concubine The sweetest wine I gotta make her mine God I love the sweet taste of India Lingers on the tip of my tongue Gotta love the sweet taste of India Blame it on the beat of the drum God I love the sweet taste of India Lingers on the tip of my tongue Gotta know that what's gotten into you Any cat man do when it's done Just think of what I'll get tonight She's gonna wake my appetite Just lookin' for a little taste (A Taste Of India) She'll steal the smile right off your face Yow, yow...
Music To Watch Girls By Composer(s): Sid Ramin; Tony Velona Performer(s): Andy Williams and various other artists
The boys watch the girls while the girls watch the boys who watch the girls go by Eye to eye, they solemnly convene to make the scene Which is the name of the game, watch a guy watch a dame on any street in town Up and down and over and across, romance is boss
Guys talk "girl talk", it happens everywhere Eyes watch girls walk with tender lovin' care
It's keepin' track of the fact watching them watching back That makes the world go 'round "What's that sound?" each time you hear a loud collective sigh They're making music to watch girls by
Guys talk "girl talk", it happens everywhere Eyes watch girls walk with tender lovin' care
It's keepin' track of the fact watching them watching back That makes the world go 'round "What's that sound?" each time you hear a loud collective sigh They're making music to watch girls by
The boys watch the girls while the girls watch the boys who watch the girls go by Eye to eye, they solemnly convene to make the scene
Daddy's takin' us to the zoo tomorrow zoo tomorrow, zoo tomorrow Daddy's takin' us to the zoo tomorrow and we can stay all day!
Chorus: We're goin' to the zoo, zoo, zoo How about you, you, you? You can come too, too, too We're goin' to the zoo, zoo, zoo
See the elephant with the long trunk swingin' Great big ears and a long trunk swingin' Snuffin' up peanuts with a long trunk swingin' And we can stay all day!
Chorus
See all the monkeys they're scritch-scritch scratchin' jumpin' around and scritch-scritch scratchin' Hangin' by the long-tail (huff huff huff) And we can stay all day!
Chorus
There's a big black bear he's a huff-puff-a-puffin' His coat's too heavy he's a huff-puff-a-puffin' Don't get too near the huff-puff-a-puffin' Or you won't stay all day!
Chorus
Well the seals in the pool all honk-honk-honkin' Catchin' the fish and honk-honk-honkin' Little tiny seals all honk-honk-honkin' And we can stay all day!
Chorus
Well we stayed all day and I'm gettin' sleepy Sittin' in the car gettin' sleep sleep sleepy Home already gettin' sleep sleep sleepy 'Cause we have stayed all day
We been to the zoo zoo zoo So have you you you You came too too too We been to the zoo zoo zoo
Mummy's takin' us to the zoo tomorrow! Zoo tomorrow, zoo tomorrow! Mommy's takin' us to the zoo tomorrow And we can stay all day!
T'as perdu ton temps Follement, bêtement À chercher le grand amour T'en as fait ton deuil Où sont tes vingt ans Tes printemps triomphants Ils sont enfuis pour toujours Près de ton orgueil Les hommes à tes pieds Venaient jeter Leur coeur et leur fortune Mais tu restais glacée Pauvre insensée Il te fallait la lune T'as perdu ton temps Et pourtant conviens-en Tu as eu plus d'occasions Que n'importe qui À tous tes galants Espérant coeur battant Si tu n'as jamais dit non Tu n'as pas dit oui Et le temps a passé Ils se sont tous lassés En amour c'est donnant donnant T'as perdu ton temps
T'as perdu ton temps En rêvant d'un romain Qui n'a jamais existé Qu'on fond de tes nuits Et seule à présent Tu vis en regrettant L'ambition démesurée Qui ruina ta vie Mais pour connaître un jour Ce grand amour Qui fut ton problème Il te fallait livrer Abandonner Le meilleur de toi même T'as perdu ton temps C'est navrant mais pourtant Tu ne peux en vérité Que t'en prendre à toi Égoïstement Calmement, froidement Tu as cru tout diriger À présent tu vois Les années t'ont roulée T'ont privée de passé Et toi irrémédiablement T'as perdu ton temps
T'as perdu ton temps À chercher le grand amour Où sont tes vingt ans? Ils sont enfuis pour toujours T'as perdu ton temps À chercher le grand amour
Music Time Composer(s): Dennis DeYoung Performer(s): Styx
I like music The rhythm really gets to me I can't control it My feet move automatically And I like hot licks The kind I wish that I could play And when I hear them I crank the volume all the way
Turn it on Turn it up Turn it loud All the way
I like strangers Their kindness means a lot to me They don't ask questions Don't care about my history And I like fast girls I don't know what's come over me They make me do things I would not ordinarily
Turn it on Turn it up Turn it loud All the way
Hear it, feel it, like it Do it, do it, do it to me Want it, need it, love it Can't get enough of it Try it do it Go ahead and go for it All the way
And I like daydreams I've had enough reality My job is boring I'm overworked and underpaid I like TV It stirs up all my fantasies Girls in tight jeans Acting so outrageously
Turn it on Turn it up Turn it loud All the way
Hear it, feel it, like it Do it, do it, do it to me Want it, need it, love it Can't get enough of it Try it do it Go ahead and go for it All the way
Turn it loose, loose I like big things The size of them impresses me Just give me plenty Forget about the quality And I like fast food The burgers always taste the same The snotty waiters Ask highball or boubiley
Going To The River Composer(s): Antoine "Fats" Domino; Dave Bartholomew Performer(s): Fats Domino; and various other artists
I'm going to the river Gonna go overboard and drown I'm going to the river Gonna jump overboard and drown Because the gal I love She just has left this town
When she left me I bowed my head and cried When she left me I bowed my head and cried I never thought I would be I would be the one to cry
Jungle life You're far away from nothing It's all right You won't miss home
Take a chance Leave everything behind you Come and join me Won't be sorry It's easy to survive
Jungle life We're living in the open All alone like Tarzan Boy
Hide and seek We play along while rushing cross the forest Monkey business on a sunny afternoon
Night to night Gimme the other, gimme the other Chance tonight Oh Yeah Night to night Gimme the other, gimme the other Night to night You won't play Night to night Gimme the other, gimme the other Chance tonight Oh Yeah Night to night Night to night Gimme the other, gimme the other
Music Must Change Composer(s): Pete Townshend Performer(s): The Who
Deep in the back of my mind is an unrealized sound Every feeling I get from the street says it soon could be found When I hear the cold lies of the pusher, I know it exists It's confirmed in the eyes of the kids, emphasized with their fists
But the high has to rise from the low Like volcanoes explode through the snow The mosquito's sting brings a dream But the poisons derange
The music must change For we're chewing a bone We soared like the sparrow hawk flied Then we dropped like a stone Like the tide and the waves Growing slowly in range Crushing mountains as old as the Earth So the music must change
Sometimes at night, I wake up and my body's like ice The sound of the running wild stallion, the noise of the mice And I wondered if then I could hear into all of your dreams I realize now it was really the sound of your screams
But death always leads into life But the street fighter swallows the knife Am I so crazy to feel that it's here prearranged?
The music must change It's gets higher and higher Smouldering like leaves in the sun Then it bursts into fire Its rhythm grows strong It's so new and so strange Like bells in the clouds, then again The music must change
But is this song so different? Am I doing it all again? It may have been done before But then music's an open door
Deep in the back of my is an unrealized sound Every feeling I get from the street says it soon could be found When I hear the cold lies of the pusher, I know it exists It's confirmed in the eyes of the kids, emphasized with their fists
But the high has to rise from the low Like volcanoes explode through the snow The mosquito's sting brings a dream But the poison's derange
The music must change For we're chewing a bone We soared like the sparrow hawk flied Then we dropped like a stone Like the tide and the waves Growing slowly in range Crushing mountains as old as the Earth So the music must change
Going To A Go-Go Composer(s): Warren "Pete" Moore; Smokey Robinson; Bobby Rogers; Marvin Tarplin Performer(s): Smokey Robinson & The Miracles; and various other artists
(Goin' to a go-go, goin' to a go-go) Na na na na yeah heh Well there's a brand new place I found Where people go from miles around They come from everywhere and if you drop in there You might see everyone in town (Goin' to a go-go) everybody's (Goin' to a go-go) come on now (Don't you wanna go) Yeah, one more time, yeah
(Goin' to a go-go) oo oo ee ee (Goin' to a go-go) baby come on now It doesn't matter where you are A go-go can be found You'll see the people from your block and don't be shocked If you see your favorite star, now (Goin' to a go-go) everybody's (Goin' to a go-go) oh come on now (Don't you wanna go) Yeah people, come on now
Na na na na yeah heh Tell me (don't you wanna go) Yeah, well it's all right
(Goin' to a go-go) yes I am (Goin' to a go-go) oh come on now
It doesn't matter if you don't stag It doesn't matter if you don't drag You're sure to have some fun From meetin' everyone Most every taxi that you flag is (Goin' to a go-go) oh come on baby (Goin' to a go-go) baby come on now (Don't you wanna go) Yeah, one more time, yeah
(Goin' to a go-go) oo oo ee ee (Goin' to a go-go) baby come on now (Goin' to a go-go) come on baby (Goin' to a go-go) come on now
Music Makin' Mama From Memphis Composer(s): Hank Snow Performer(s): Hank Snow; R.D. Henden; Charlie Waller
Listen to a story about a gal I know She's my music makin' mama, I'm her hillbilly beau She's sweeter than the music when she tickles the strings Sweeter than the flowers down in New Orleans She's my music makin' mama from Memphis, Tennessee
She'll play a little rhythm, do the boogie up right A Tennessee polka, maybe blues in the night Ever'body travels from near and far To hear her when she picks it on that old guitar My music makin' mama from Memphis, Tennessee
You can hear her in the ev'nin', when the sun sinks low A-singin' and a-pickin on that old banjo You wanta jive when the words roll out of her mouth Ever'body's callin' her the Queen of the South She's my fiddle playin' mama from Memphis, Tennessee
You gotta start dancin' when she gets in the groove Picks a big bass fiddle or yodels the blues Plays a downbeat, offbeat, any old beat A breakdown, a hoedown and does it up neat She's my bass pickin' baby from Memphis, Tennessee
You'll know when my baby is a-comin' to town All the jive-jumpin' jitterbugs, they gather around They keep a-yellin' to my queenie, now, honey, let's go My baby starts pickin' and a pickin' down low My music makin' mama from Memphis, Tennessee
She'll play a little rhythm, do the boogie up right A Tennessee polka, maybe blues in the night Ever'body travels from near and far To hear her when she picks it on that old guitar My music makin' mama from Memphis, Tennessee
