Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Boy From New York City Composer(s): George Davis - John Taylor First release by: The Ad Libs - 1964 Covered by multiple other artists
Oo-wah Oo-wah cool cool Kitty Tell us about the boy from New York City Oo-wah Oo-wah C'mon Kitty Tell us about the boy from New York City
He's kinda tall, he's really fine Someday I hope to make him mine all mine And he's neat, and oh so sweet And just the way he looked at me swept me off my feet Oo-oo-weee, you ought to come and see How he walks, and how he talks
He's really down, and he's no clown He has the finest penthouse I've ever seen in town And he's cute, in his mohair suit And he keeps his pockets full of spending loot Oo-oo-wee, you ought to come and see His pretty bar, and his brand new car
Every time he says he loves me Chills run down my spine Every time he wants to kiss me Oo, he makes me feel so fi-i-ine (Oo-wah oo-wah...)
He can dance, and make romance And that's when I fell in love with just one glance He was shy, and so was I And now I know we'll never ever say goodbye Oo-oo-wee, you ought to come and see He's the most, from coast to coast
Dia que eu não sou de respeito Diz que não dá jeito De jeito nenhum Diz que eu sou subversivo Um elemento ativo Feroz e nocivo Ao bem-estar comum
Fale do nosso barraco Diga que é um buraco Que nem queiram ver Diga que o meu samba é fraco E que eu não largo o taco Nem pra conversar com você Mas fica Mas fica ao lado meu Você sai e não explica Onde vai e a gente fica Sem saber se vai voltar
Diga ao primeiro que passa Que eu sou da cachaça Mais do que do amor Diga e diga de pirraça De raiva ou de graça No meio da praça, é favor Mas fica Mas fica ao lado meu Você sai e não explica Onde vai e a gente fica Sem saber se vai voltar
Diz que eu ganho até folgado Mas perco no dado E não lhe dou vintém Diz que é pra tomar cuidado Sou um desajustado E o que bem lhe agrada, meu bem Mas fica Mas fica, meu amor Quem sabe um dia Por descuido ou poesia Você goste de ficar
The Boxer ((Spanish Version: El Boxeador (Laredo) - 1978)) Composer(s): Paul Simon First release by: Simon and Garfunkel - 1969 Covered by multiple other artists
I am just a poor boy Though my story's seldom told I have squandered my resistance For a pocket full of mumbles Such are promises All lies and jests Still a man hears what he wants to hear And disregards the rest
When I left my home And my family I was no more than a boy In the company of strangers In the quiet of the railway station Running scared Laying low Seeking out the poorer quarters Where the ragged people go Looking for the places Only they would know
Lie la lie...
Asking only workman's wages I come looking for a job But I get no offers Just a come-on from the whores On Seventh Avenue I do declare There were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there
Lie la lie...
Then I'm laying out my winter clothes And wishing I was gone Going home Where the New York City winters Aren't bleeding me Leading me Going home
In the clearing stands a boxer And a fighter by his trade And he carries the reminders Of ev'ry glove that laid him down And cut him till he cried out In his anger and his shame "I am leaving, I am leaving" But the fighter still remains Lie la lie...
Can't Get Out Of This Mood
Composer(s): Frank Loesser - Jimmy McHugh
Performer(s): Ginny Simms
and multiple other artists
All day long before my eyes come little visions of you They shouldn't, they mustn't, but they do, they do
And I can't get out of this mood, can't get over this feeling Can't get out of this mood, last night your lips were too appealing The thrill should have been all gone by today in the usual way But it's only your arms I'm out of
Can't get out of this dream, what a fool I was to dream of you 'twasn't part of my scheme to sigh and tell you that I love you But I'm sayin' it, I'm playin' it dumb Can't get out of this mood, heartbreak, here I come
All day long before my eyes come little visions of you They shouldn't, they mustn't, but they do, they do
The thrill should have been all gone by today in the usual way But it's only your arms I'm out of
Can't get out of this dream, what a fool I was to dream of you 'twasn't part of my scheme to sigh and tell you that I love you But I'm sayin' it, yes, I'm playin' it dumb Can't get out of this mood, heartbreak, here I come
This mood, can't get out of this mood, can't get out of this mood
El Boxeador ((Adapted from: The Boxer (Simon and Garfunkel) - 1969)) Composer(s): Paul Simon - Miguel Bosé Performer(s): Laredo - 1978
Soy un pobre diablo y de mi nada sabréis Malgasté todas mis fuerzas en montones de promesas que eran burlas, ni una verdad Pero un hombre sólo escucha lo que quiere escuchar
na na naa, nana na nana na
Y dejé familia y casa era apenas un chaval Para mí todo era extraño en la paz de una estación perdido y asustado
Espiar frecuentar los barrios bajos su miseria y suciedad entre vagabundos prefería estar
Lai la lai, lai la lai la la la lai lai la lai, lai la lai lai la lai lai la la la la lai
Voy buscando algún trabajo pido paga sindical pero no hay ofertas sólo una proposición de prostitutas He de admitir que hubo veces sólo y triste que encontré consuelo allí...
na na naa, nana na nana na
Lai la lai, lai la lai la la la lai lai la lai, lai la lai lai la lai lai la la la la lai
Preparando el nuevo invierno pienso en casa y en volver Vuelta atrás Donde el viento de ciudad no me desangre más
Vuelta a casa, otra vez en el Rin un boxeador un luchador de profesión Lleva huellas en la cara del guante que le pegó y que le cortó hasta que gritara
De vergüenza y de rabia yo me marcho, yo me marcho Pega duro y no se va hmm...
Lai la lai, lai la lai la la la lai lai la lai, lai la lai lai la lai lai la la la la lai
Can't Get My Motor To Start
Composer(s): Carla Bley - Neil Rosengarden
Performer(s): Nick Mason; Judi Silvano; Neil Rosengarden
Can't get my motor to start Can't get my motor to start Can't get my motor to start Can't get my motor to start Can't you get it to go? Is your battery low? No, I don't think so
Try pullin' out on the choke Try lookin' under the hood Try pullin' out on the choke Try lookin' under the hood Lookin' under the hood never did any good The choke must be broke
Try beatin' down with your feet Looks like she's startin' to crank Let's pour the gasoline out Try puttin' beer in the tank Bring the beer over here 'cause I need it to steer
Try pullin' out all the wires Try stuffin' cheese in the cracks Try dynamitin' the tank Smash all the glass with an ax Do you have any grease? Pour it over the seats
What did you do to my car? What did you do to my car? What did you do to my car? What did you do to my car? Well we took it apart But we can't make it start
We wanna go for a ride Let's push it over the hill We wanna go for a ride Let's push it over the hill Better not get inside 'cause she's startin' to slide
Fever Composer(s): John Davenport; Eddie Cooley Performer(s): Elvis Presley; and various other artists
Never know how much I love you Never know how much I care When you put your arms around me I get a fever thats so hard to bear
You give me fever when you kiss me Fever when you hold me tight Fever in the morning Fever all through the night
Evrybodys got the fever that is something you all know Fever isnt such a new thing Fever started long ago
Sun lights up the daytime Moon lights up the night I light up when you call my name And you know Im gonna treat you right
You give me fever when you kiss me Fever when you hold me tight Fever in the morning Fever all through the night
Romeo loved Juliet Juliet she felt the same When he put his arms around her He said, Julie baby, youre my flame
Thou givest fever when we kisseth Fever with thy flaming youth Fever, Im afire Fever, yea I burn forsooth
Captain Smith and Pocahontas Had a very mad affair When her daddy tried to kill him She said Daddy-o dont you dare
He gives me fever with his kisses Fever when he holds me tight Fever, Im his Missus, Oh daddy, wont you treat him right
Now youve listened to my story Heres the point that I have made Cats were born to give chicks fever Be it Fahrenheit or centigrade
They give you fever when you kiss them Fever if you live and learn Fever till you sizzle What a lovely way to burn What a lovely way to burn What a lovely way to burn
The Bowery Composer(s): Percy Gaunt - Charles H. Hoyt Performer(s): Mantovani; Richard Perry
Oh! The night that I struck New York I went out for a quiet walk Folks who are "on to" the city say Better by far that I took Broadway But I was out to enjoy the sights There was the Bow'ry ablaze with lights I had one of the devil's own nights I'll never go there any more
The Bowery! the Bowery! They say such things and they do strange things On the Bowery! The Bowery! I'll never go there any more
I had walked but a block or two When up came a fellow and me he knew Then a policeman came walking by Chased him away and I asked him, "Why?" "Wasn't he pulling your leg?" said he Said I, "He never laid hands on me!" "Get off the Bow'ry, you yep!" said he I'll never go there any more
The Bowery! the Bowery! They say such things and they do strange things On the Bowery! The Bowery! I'll never go there any more
I went into an auction store I never saw any thieves before First he sold me a pair of socks Then said he, "How much for the box"? Someone said,"two dollars," I said "Three" He emptied the box and gave it to me "I sold you the box, not the socks," said he I'll never go there any more
The Bowery! the Bowery! They say such things and they do strange things On the Bowery! The Bowery! I'll never go there any more
I went into a concert hall I didn't have a good time at all Just the minute that I sat down Girls began singing "New Coon in Town" I got up mad and spoke out free "Somebody put that man out," said she A man called a bouncer attended to me I'll never go there anymore
The Bowery! the Bowery! They say such things and they do strange things On the Bowery! The Bowery! I'll never go there any more
I went into a barber shop He talked till I thought he would never stop I said, "Cut it short," he misunderstood Clipped down my hair just as close as he could He shaved with a razor that scratched like a pin Took off my whiskers and most of my chin That was the worst scrape I ever got in I'll never go there any more
The Bowery! the Bowery! They say such things and they do strange things On the Bowery! The Bowery! I'll never go there any more
I struck a place that they called a "dive" I was in luck to get out alive When the policeman heard my woes Saw my black eyes and my battered nose "You've been held up!" said the copper fly! "No, sir! But I've been knocked down!" said I Then he laughed, tho' I couldn't see why! I'll never go there any more
The Bowery! the Bowery! They say such things and they do strange things On the Bowery! The Bowery! I'll never go there any more
Ik Krijg Je Maar Niet Uit Mijn Hoofd
((Adapted from: Can't Get It Out Of My Head (by Electric Light Orchestra) - 1974))
((Italian Version: Come Un Ponte Sull'acqua Che Va (by Patti Pravo) - 1975))
Composer(s): Jeff Lynne - Dirk Blanchart
Performer(s): Dirk Blanchart - 1998
Schreeuwen van de daken Het lijkt wel onder water Had ik je maar nooit gekend Alle blikken afgewend
Want ik krijg je maar niet uit mijn hoofd Nee, ik krijg je maar niet uit mijn hoofd Je hebt mij van mijn zinnen beroofd En ik krijg je maar niet uit mijn hoofd
't Regent alle dagen In mijn woestijn zonder water Drank vloeit er in overvloed Niet dat het er veel toe doet
Want ik krijg je maar niet uit mijn hoofd Nee, ik krijg je maar niet uit mijn hoofd Veel te veel in van alles geloofd En ik krijg je maar niet uit mijn hoofd Nee nee nee
Alles op zijn kop, zelfs de snelheid Van het licht verandert Alles op zijn tijd Alles op zijn tijd
Had ik je maar nooit gekend Was ik maar in Dixieland
Want ik krijg je maar niet uit mijn hoofd Ik krijg je maar niet uit mijn hoofd Je hebt mij van mijn zinnen beroofd En ik krijg je maar niet uit mijn hoofd
Nee ik krijg je maar niet uit mijn hoofd (Uit mijn lijf, uit mijn ziel Jij bent veel te veel promille Voor een vent die naar de sterren staart) Veel te veel in van alles geloofd En ik krijg je maar niet uit mijn hoofd Oh nee
Fever Composer(s): Joe Perry; Steven Tyler Performer(s): Aerosmith
I got a rip in my pants
and a hole in my brand new shoes I got a Margarita nose and a breath full of Mad Dog Booze
chorus: I got the fever, fever, fever, fever
Yeah they threw me outta jail I tell ya it ain't fair I tried to kiss the judge from the electrica' chair Yeah we're all here 'cause we're not all there tonight
The guitar's cranked and the bass man's blown a fuse And when the whole gang bangs tell me then what's your excuse?
chorus
Fever gives ya lust with an appetite It hits ya like the fangs from a rattlesnake bite We're all here 'cause we're not all there tonight
We can't run away from trouble There ain't no place that far But if we do it right at the speed of light There's the back seat of my car, caviar
I was feelin' so high I forgot what day Now I'm feelin' low down even slow Seems way to fast And now the booze don't work 'Cause the drugs ran out of gas
chorus
The buzz that you be gettin' from the Crack don't last I'd rather be O.D.in' on the Crack of her ass Yeah we're all here 'cause we're not All there tonight
My first time ever lover We fell asleep out on the lawn And when I woke up I was all alone Makin' love to the Crack of Dawn So yo, I beg yo pardon sir, The gangster of love rides again
You know I gotta chill It gimme such a thrill Like a burnin' plague Yeah get outta my way
Fever may be Hell and a cross to bear As long as I'm in heaven honey I don't care You look so good baby look so fine I tell you you're the image of a perfect crime You get so tired holdin' on so tight If you think you're goin' crazy Well you may be right
chorus
Yeah we're all here 'cause we're not All there that's right
Bottle Let Me Down Composer(s): Merle Haggard First release by: Merle Haggard and The Strangers - 1966 Covered by multiple other artists
Each night I leave the barroom when it's over Not feeling any pain at closing time But tonite your memory found me much too sober Couldn't drink enough to keep you off my mind
Tonite the bottle let me down And let your memory come around The one true friend I thought I'd found Tonite the bottle let me down
I've always had a bottle I could turn to And lately I've been turning every day But the wine don't take effect the way it used to I'm hurtin' in that old familiar way
Tonite the bottle let me down And let your memory come around The one true friend I thought I'd found Tonite the bottle let me down
Can't Get It Out Of My Head
Composer(s): Jeff Lynne
First release by: Electric Light Orchestra - 1974
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1975 - Come Un Ponte Sull'acqua Che Va (by Patty Pravo)
1998 - Ik Krijg Je Maar Niet Uit Mijn Hoofd (by Dirk Blanchart)
I saw the ocean's daughter
Walking on a wave she came
staring as she called my name
And I can't get it out of my head
no, I can't get it out of my head
Now my old world is gone for dead
'cos I can't get it out of my head
Breakdown on the shoreline
can't move, it's an ebbtide
Morning don't get here till night
searching for her silver light
And I can't get it out of my head
no, I can't get it out of my head
Now my old world is gone for dead
'cos I can't get it out of my head, no no
Bank job in the city
Robin Hood and William Tell and Ivanhoe and Lancelot, they don't envy me, yeh
Sitting till the sun goes down
in dreams the world keep going round and round
And I can't get it out of my head
no, I can't get it out of my head
Now my old world is gone for dead
'cos I can't get it out of my head, no no
No, I can't get it out of my head
no, I can't get it out of my head
Now my old world is gone for dead
'cos I can't get it out of my head, no no no no
Feuilles-O (Traditional) Performer(s): Simon & Garfunkel
Feuilles oh, sauvé la vie moin dans mizé moin yé oh Feuilles oh, sauvé la vie moin dans mizé moin yé oh Petit mou malade moin kouri caye gang gang, si me lo Petit mou malade moin kouri caye gang gang, si lu bon gang gang Sauvé la vie moin dans mizé moin yé oh
Willie works as the garden man He plants trees, he burns leaves He makes money for himself Often I stop with his words on my mind Do spacemen pass dead souls on their way to the moon?
Petit mou malade moin kouri caye gang gang, si me lo Petit mou malade moin kouri caye gang gang, si lu bon gang gang Sauvé la vie moin dans mizé moin ye oh, dans mizé moin yé oh
The Bottle Composer(s): Pat Green Performer(s): Pat Green
Now women and whiskey, they ain't the answer Lord, I just know that this is true But the way that I'm feeling, I just might be thinking Lord, tonight they just might have to do
I've spent a lot of long and lonely nights in honky tonk taverns I was two fisted drinking, fighting back against the wall And I know it's a problem, a now-win situation But I can't seem to resist that old whiskey bar
So pour me a drink, why don't you give me the bottle Sit me down in the corner, until we're two sheets gone And don't tell me no stories about a good hearted woman I want to hear Your Cheatin' Heart and cry all night long
Now me and my buddies, we got a lot in common We all wish that we could take time and just turn it around Take us back to the good lod days, hard work and cowboy ways Take us to a swingin' door saloon, this is what I'm gonna say
So pour me a drink, why don't you give me the bottle Sit me down in the corner, until we're two sheets gone And don't tell me no stories about a good hearted woman I want to hear Your Cheatin' Heart and cry all night long
So pour me a drink, why don't you give me the bottle Sit me down in the corner, until we're two sheets gone And don't tell me no stories about a good hearted woman I want to hear Your Cheatin' Heart and cry all night long
Covered by multiple other artistsCan't Get Enough Of Your Love, Babe
Composer(s): Barry White
First release by: Barry White - 1974
Covered by multiple other artists
Ive heard people say that Too much of anything is not good for you, baby But I dont know about that As many times as weve loved Weve shared love and made love It doesnt seem to me like its enough Theres just not enough, baby Theres just not enough Oh, oh, baby Uh-uh
My darling, I Cant get enough of your love, babe Girl, I dont know, I dont know why I cant get enough of your love, babe
Oh, some things I cant get used to No matter how I try Its like the more you give, the more I want And baby, thats no lie, oh, no, babe
Tell me, what can I say, what am I gonna do How should I feel when everything is you What kind of love is this that youre givin me Is it in your kiss or just because youre sweet
Girl, all I know Is every time youre here I feel the change Somethin moves I scream your name Look what you got me doin
Darling, I Cant get enough of your love, babe Girl, I dont know, I dont know, I dont know why I cant get enough of your love, babe, oh, no, babe
Girl, if I can only make you see And make you understand Girl, your love for me is all I need And more than I can stand, oh, well, babe
How can I explain all the things I feel Youve given me so much, girl, youre so unreal Still I keep loving you more and more each time Girl, what am I gonna do because youre blowin my mind
I get the same old feelin Every time youre here I feel the change Somethin moves I scream your name Look what you got me doin
Darling, I Cant get enough of your love, babe Girl, I dont know, I dont know, I dont know why I cant get enough of your love, babe
Oh, my darling, I Cant get enough of your love, babe, oh, babe Girl, I dont know, I dont know why I cant get enough of your love, babe
Autrefois, les feuilles ne volaient jamais elles jalousaient les oiseaux qui passaient Elles dirent au soleil: "Vous qui êtes si fort donnez-nous l'audace de prendre enfin notre essor" Une brise douce aussitôt se leva De sa branche une imprudente s'envola d'autres la suivirent dans les airs tourbillonnants Les feuilles dansaient heureuses, libres maintenant Feuille, vole, vole, danse avec le vent dans la farandole des joyeux vivants Va vers la lumière comme les oiseaux loin de nos poussières plus haut Mais le vent volage s'en alla bientôt Les feuilles abandonnées tombaient de haut Quand on n'est pas un oiseau, du ciel on redescend Voici pourquoi les feuilles mortes tombent ensembl' Cette histoire vraie n'est pas vraiment morale tous les jours je vole vers mon idéal et moi, j'aime cette feuille qui voudrait voler car qui ne veut pas voler est déjà enterré Feuille, vole vole, tombe, tombe aussi Pauvre feuille folle, merci!
Can't Get Enough Of You Composer(s): Eddy Grant Performer(s): Eddy Grant
Just sit down in the back row If you wanna play in my game Guess you won't have to worry 'cause all films look the same Just put your arms around me And I'll make you sing out of tune Won't nobody watch you 'cause we're lovers in the same room
Oh wah a one two three
Put your sweet lips closer to me This is not F One two three And this is not back row anymore I can't get enough of you
Can't get enough love
Can't get enough of you
I can't get enough of your love Can't get enough of you
Sit yourself beside me now And imagine that we're one and not two I don't wanna shock you But Baby I'm in love with you Sit yourself beside me now You better close your pretty eyes when I say Oh wah a one two three
Oh just one knock on my door Baby And when your people ask you At home if you enjoyed the show
Did you like Clark Gable Say "l think so but I don't know" Oh say you saw a sweet guy
Oh can't remember his name And the way that he kissed was Like Clark Gable the same
