Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Terre De France Composer(s): Étienne Roda-Gil - Julien Clerc Performer(s): Julien Clerc
Nous sommes des gens Parfois gais Quand on est triste Il fait mauvais Ce sont les choses du temps Qui ont fait nos tempéraments
Tu peux bien changer de nom Le visage de tes régions, de nos frontières Accrocher des fleurs fanées sur nos calvaires Sur nos calvaires
Tu es ma terre Mon désert qui s'en va Tu es ma terre, ma mère et mon hiver...
Nous sommes des oiseaux géants Nous ne voyageons pas souvent Nous avons l'amour du nid Que certains appellent patrie
Tu peux bien changer de nom Et le cours de tes saisons, de nos rivières Parsemer de tâches bleues le blé qui lève Le blé qui lève Tu es ma terre, mon désert qui s'en va Tu es ma terre, ma mère et mon combat
Tu peux bien changer de nom Inventer des religions et des chimères J'ai dessiné sur ton dos comme un étang Où flotte mes rèves
Tu es ma terre, mon désert qui s'en va Tu es ma terre, ma mère qui est là...
Nous sommes des gens Parfois gais Quand on est triste Il fait mauvais Ce sont les choses du temps Qui ont fait nos tempéraments
Comme Des Connards English Title: My Sharona Composer(s): Michaël Youn Performer(s): Les Conards (Originally performed by: The Knack)
Est-ce que vous voulez du rock fort? Hein? Quoi?? Euh nan... Est-ce que vous voulez du Hard Rock? Ah ouais!
Oh maman dis-moi pourquoi, oh oui pourquoi, je suis né en levant l' doigt.. Comme un connard Après dans la cours d' récré, oui enloosé, je vendais mes crottes de nez Comme un connard Depuis cette époque, avec mes potes, dans les soirées on finit tous en short et dans les chiottes on vomit nos entrailles... Comme des connards
Quand on voit une caisse de keufs, ah juste devant, on la double sans clignotant Comme des connards Si on couche avec des filles, avec des meufs, on s'endort en 2 secondes 9 Comme des connards Non pas monogames, ni polygames, on aime lécher les vitrines d'Amsterdam, Vive les putes, une turlute et on s' taille.... Comme des connards
On prend le métro sans tickets, au tourniquet, on pique la place des mémés Ouais, comme des connards! De toute façon on s'en fout, on est des fous, on ne sera jamais vieux Parce qu'on est des jeunes! Comme des connards Les déclarations d'impositions on les paye pas, on attend comme des cons, De se prendre les 10% de majoration
J'aimerais être un oiseau Faire cui-cui Voler super haut Être libre Comme le vent
Et chier sur les passants! 1, 2, 3, 4! C'est notre vraie nature C'est d'avoir 14 ans C'est conduire une voiture Sans toucher au volant C'est aller droit dans le mur Mais y aller en s'marrant Mais y aller en s'marrant!! Motherf*****
(Down At) Papa Joe's
Composer(s): Jerry Smith
Performer(s): Dixie Belles; The Coasters; Jo Ann Castle
Say, there's a place in New Orleans That serves fried chicken with turnip greens Crawfish bisque that'll treat you right And Papa Joe plays there ev'ry night
A little dark haired beauty says "Step right in" And you can bet a full dollar she's be yo' friend And ev'rybody there has a toler'ble time Down at Papa Joe's
Papa Joe's got a swingin' band You can rock and roll to Dixieland The customers knows it's the place to go Down at Papa Joe's
A little waitress comes to set you down She's got the best frog legs in town There's a welcome sign hangin' on the door So don't you be afraid to ask for more
Now the only time Joe's closed at night Is when the Police come and turns out the light They get a little mad 'cause they don't fight Down at Papa Joe's
It's thicker than fleas on a monkey's back But the folks down there, they like it like that They live it up and they all come back Down at Papa Joe's
Terrapin Station Composer(s): Jerry Garcia - Robert Hunter Performer(s): Grateful Dead; Joe Gallant & Illuminati
Inspiration, move me brightly Light the song with sense of colour Hold away despair More than this I will not ask Faced with mysteries deep and vast Statements just seem vain at last Some rise, some fall, some climb To get to Terrapin
Counting stars by candlelight Some are dim but one is bright The spiral light on Venus Rising first and shining best Oh, from the north-west corner Of a brand new crescent moon Where crickets and cicadas sing A rare and different tune Terrapin Station In the shadow of the moon Terrapin Station And I know we'll be there soon
(Terrapin) I can't figure out (Terrapin) If it's the end or beginning (Terrapin) But the train's put it brakes on (Terrapin) And the whistle is screaming Terrapin
My Sharona (aka "My Bologna" or "I Got The Knack") French Title: Comme Des Connards Composer(s): Berton Averre; Doug Fieger Originally performed by: The Knack Covered by various other artists
Ooh, my little pretty one, my pretty one When you gonna give me some time, Sharona Ooh, you make my motor run, my motor run Got it comin' off o' the line, Sharona
Never gonna stop, give it up, such a dirty mind I always get it up for the touch of the younger kind My, my, my, aye-aye, whoa! M-m-m-my Sharona
Come a little closer, huh, a-will ya, huh? Close enough to look in my eyes, Sharona Keepin' it a mystery, it gets to me Runnin' down the length of my thigh, Sharona
Never gonna stop, give it up, such a dirty mind I always get it up for the touch of the younger kind My, my, my, aye-aye, whoa! M-m-m-my Sharona M-m-m-my Sharona
When you gonna give to me, a gift to me Is it just a matter of time, Sharona? Is it d-d-destiny, d-destiny Or is it just a game in my mind, Sharona?
Never gonna stop, give it up, such a dirty mind I always get it up for the touch of the younger kind My, my, my, aye-aye, whoa! M-m-m-m-m-m-m-my, my, my, aye-aye, whoa! M-m-m-my Sharona M-m-m-my Sharona M-m-m-my Sharona M-m-m-my Sharona
Ooooooo-ohhh, my Sharona Ooooooo-ohhh, my Sharona Ooooooo-ohhh, my Sharona
(Don't Take Her) She's All I Got
Composer(s): Jerry Williams - Gary "U.S." Bonds
Performer(s): Johnny Paycheck
and multiple other artists
Well I said, Friend Don't take her, she's all I've got Please don't take her love away from me I'm beggin' to ya, Friend Don't take her, she's all I've got She's everything in life I'll ever need
She is life when I want to live She's everything to me in life that life can give She's my water when I need a drink She's the first thought in my mind Each time I try to think
Let me tell ya now, Friend Don't take her, she's all I've got Please don't take her love away from me I'm beggin' to ya, Friend Don't take her, she's all I've got She's everything in life I'll ever need
She's my fingers when I wanta to feel She's the only thing in life to me that's really real She is love, she's all the love I know She could kiss the ground in the wintertime And make the flowers grow
Here me talkin' now, Friend Don't take her, she's all I've got Please don't take her love away from me I'm beggin' to ya, Friend Don't take her, she's all I've got She's everything in life I'll ever need
Hear me talkin' to ya, Friend Don't take her she's all I've got Friend, don't take her she's all I've got I said, Friend, don't take her she's all I've got Hear me talkin' to ya, Friend Don't take her she's all I've got
My September Love Composer(s): Tolchard Evans; Richard Mullan Performer(s): David Whitfield; Robert Earl; Spike Milligan
I remember my September love In my heart I keep the memory of Lazy autumn days in all their glory Nights that saw the start of our love story
I see once more the leaves that match her golden hair In my dreams I find her standing there And in December, still glows the embers Of my September love
I see once more the leaves that match her golden hair In my dreams I find her standing there And in December, still glows the embers Of my September love
(Da Le) Yaleo
Composer(s): Carlos Santana - Shakara Mutela - Christian Polloni
Performer(s): Carlos Santana
Yo la vi cantando en Paris Ella quiso estar junto de mi Yo me sorprendi Quando dijo Yaleo
Vamos caminando el ise Tomando vino y partiendo pan Ella dijo dame, dame ya Yaleo Yaleo
Yaleo, Yaleo Yaleo, Yaleo Tika n'gnai wa yo Simba n'gai wa yo yaya
Si tu pudieras, desir me ami Yo no lo creo, do que pasa aqui Ella es mia, y me da su amor Estoy complete y soy feliz Ahora tengo ninños que dicen Yaleo
Terra Amata Composer(s): Brice Homs - Michel Fugain Performer(s): Michel Fugain
Les yeux dans l'eau La mer à boire Chante l'homme au cur de sanglots Avec deux accords de guitare et dessus quelques mots Sodade si, sodade no
Dans la prison De ma mémoire Y a trop d'amis partis trop tôt S'il faut fermer les yeux pour voir J'en ai déjà vu trop Sodade si, sodade no
ô ma terra amata Brise mes chaînes ou brise mes os L'exil est comme une île à terre Fais de ta rage mon radeau
Démocratie, mon amie Fille à peau noire Viens danser sur mes pays chauds Un tiers du monde abandonné C'est bien trop cher payé Sodade aqui, sodade alèm
ô ma terra amata Brise mes chaînes ou brise mes os L'exil est comme une île à terre Fais de ta rage mon bateau
O ma terra amata Brise mes chaînes ou brise ma voix L'exil est comme une île à terre Fais de ta rage mon combat
Darlin' You Know I Love You Composer(s): B.B. King - Jules Bihari - Jules Taub - Riley King Performer(s): B.B. King and multiple other artists
I know you love me baby But you never tell me so I know you love me baby But you never tell me so If you don't tell me that you love me I'm gonna pack my rags and go
I live across the street from the jukebox baby All night long they play the blues I live across the street from the jukebox baby All night long they play the blues Everytime they spin that record Honey it makes me think of you
One little song in particular baby Always sticks in my mind One little song in particular baby Always sticks in my mind Everytime they play it baby I start right into cryin' Oh baby please don't leave me
Now I'm gonna crawl across my bed, baby Cry myself to sleep Yeah I'm gonna crawl across my bed baby Cry myself to sleep And in my dreams I hear you saying Baby please come back to me
My Roommate Composer(s): Henri Belolo; Jacques Morali; Victor Willis Performer(s): Village People
My Roommate I swear to you people, it must be my fate The cards were against me, now there's no escape I have this here problem, who keeps me up late My roommate, my roommate
He thinks he's the greatest, dancer of all time He never stops dancin', he's out of his mind In the bathroom singing, a pitch out of time My roommate, my roommate
I can't sleep the day, noon or night I can't sleep the day, noon or night I can't take much more My roommate, my roommate, he's driving me insane My roommate, my roommate, he plays so many games My roommate, my roommate, he breaks all of the rules My roommate, my roommate, he is a dancing fool
I go to the closet, to put on my coat Instead on the hanger, I find pinned a note "I went to the disco, I took your best coat" My roommate, my roommate I come home real early, thinking he's asleep Instead I am greeted, by big ugly feet "I've got this new dance step, five, six, seven, eight" My roommate, my roommate
He's a dancin' fool, ya'll Well, let me tell you about him Well, talkin' 'bout my roommate My roommate is the kind of guy who likes his music playin' high My roommate is the kind of guy who likes his music playin' high He dances all night, he dances all day He dances all night, he dances all day
Dance With The Guitar Man Composer(s): Lee Hazelwood - Duane Eddy Performer(s): Duane Eddy; The Challengers
Hey, everybody, come along if you can We're gonna take a ride uptown And listen to the guitar man Then we're gonna dance, yeah dance, c'mon dance Dance with the guitar man, here he comes now Hey, everybody, if you like rock and roll You're gonna like the guitar man 'Cause he plays it with a lot of soul It'll make you dance, yeah dance, c'mon and Dance, dance with the guitar man Here he comes now Hey, everybody, It's just about a quarter till two But before they shut that door, there's somethin We just gotta do, we gotta dance, yeah dance C'mon and dance, dance with the guitar man Here he comes now Dance, dance, here he comes now Dance, dance, here he comes now Dance, dance, here he comes now Dance, dance, dance, dance...
Teresinha Composer(s): Chico Buarque Performer(s): Chico Buarque and multiple other artists
O primeiro me chegou Como quem vem do florista Trouxe um bicho de pelúcia Trouxe um broche de ametista Me contou suas viagens E as vantagens que ele tinha Me mostrou o seu relógio Me chamava de rainha Me encontrou tão desarmada Que tocou meu coração Mas não me negava nada E, assustada, eu disse não
O segundo me chegou Como quem chega do bar Trouxe um litro de aguardente Tão amarga de tragar Indagou o meu passado E cheirou minha comida Vasculhou minha gaveta Me chamava de perdida Me encontrou tão desarmada Que arranhou meu coração Mas não me entregava nada E, assustada, eu disse não
O terceiro me chegou Como quem chega do nada Ele não me trouxe nada Também nada perguntou Mal sei como ele se chama Mas entendo o que ele quer Se deitou na minha cama E me chama de mulher Foi chegando sorrateiro E antes que eu dissesse não Se instalou feito um posseiro Dentro do meu coração
My Romance Composer(s): Lorenz Hart; Richard Rodgers Originally performed by: Gloria Grafton & Donald Novis Covered by various other artists
My romance doesnt have to have a moon in the sky My romance doesnt need a blue lagoon standing by No month of May, no twinkling stars No hideaway, no soft guitars
My romance doesnt need a castle rising in Spain Nor a dance to a constantly surprising refrain Wide awake, I can make my most fantastic dream come true My romance doesnt need a thing, but you
My romance
My romance
Wide awake, I can make my most fantastic dream come true My romance doesnt need a thing, but you
Categorie:Eng. Songs Tags:Gloria Grafton & Donald Novis
Dance The Mess Around ((French Version: Danse Le Twist Avec Moi (Johnny Hallyday)) Composer(s): Dave Appell - Barry Mann Performer(s): Chubby Checker
'Bout this dance called the mess around Baby dig what I'm puttin' down You can Pony with Tony Twist with Mr. Lee But if you're gonna Mess Around Mess Around with me Do the Shimmy with Henry Hucklebuck with Dee But if you're gonna Mess Around You better Mess Around with me All the other dances you are free But you better save the last dance for me You can Cha Cha with Charlie Stroll with Stagger Lee But if you're gonna Mess Around Mess Around with me You can Pony with Tony Come on now Hey the Twist with Mr. Lee Hey one more time Round and round and around Hey But if you're gonna Mess Around You better Mess Around with me All the other dances you are free But you better save the last dance for me A Hully Gully with Harry Slop with(?) But if you're gonna Mess Around Hear me Mess Around with me Do the Birdland with Furdie Do the Chicken with Chicky Watusi with Susie Twist with my little sis...
Teresa Composer(s): Jack Hoffman - Babe Russin Performer(s): Kay Kyser & His Orch. and multiple other artists
Why am I always yearning for Teresa When there is Peggy, Margarite and Mary Jane Why does my heart keep burnin' for Teresa When I know that lovin' her is all in vain Oh. Peggy is delightful, and Margarite is sweet And a little smile from Mary Jane can make my day complete Nevertheless there's only one I dream of Teresa, Teresa my love
Why is he always yearning for Teresa When we have charms and we have arms to love him so, love him so Why does his heart keep burning for Teresa When we'd give all the world just to have him alone for our beau Whenever we are near him our hearts begin to dance For he looks at us so tenderly that we think we stand a chance Nevertheless there's only one he dreams of Teresa, Teresa his love
Why am I always yearning for Teresa When there are other girls that I can be around
Oh how I hate to hear that name Teresa What's she got that I have not I'd like to know
Oh Peggy is delightful, and Margarite is sweet And a little smile from Mary Jane can make my day complete
In spite of it all there's only one he dreams of Teresa
Teresa my love
I haven't found the answer, and chances are I might
If he knew the way to capture her, his future would be bright
My Rifle, My Pony And Me Composer(s): Dimitri Tiomkin; Paul Francis Webster Performer(s): Dean Martin and various other artists
The sun is sinkin' in the west The cattle go down to the stream The redwing settles in her nest It's time for a cowboy to dream
Purple light in the canyon That's where I long to be With my three good companions Just my rifle, pony, and me
Gonna hang my sombrero On the limb of a tree Comin' home sweetheart darlin' Just my rifle, pony and me
(Whippoorwill in the willow Sings a sweet melody) Ridin' to (Ridin' to) Amarillo (Amarillo) Just my rifle, pony, and me No more cows (no more cows) to be ropin' (to be ropin') No more strays will I see Round the bend (round the bend) she'll be waitin' (she'll be waitin') For my rifle, pony, and me For my rifle, my pony, and me
