Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Letter Composer(s): Michaels - Lanning Performer(s): Angela Lansbury
Young Patrick: Dear Auntie Mame In English Lit I'm in the top ten I got a B plus average again Tahati sounds the greatest of All the crazy places that you've been Wait 'til you hear the latest I think I've got a whisker On my chin!
Older Patrick: Dear Auntie Mame I find it's getting harder to cram I flunked my Latin grammar exam I'm shaving every morning And growing like it's going out of style The debs all seem to go for me Give France a big hello for me A hug to Uncle Beau for me Your Loving Nephew Patrick
Chapter 24
Composer(s): Syd Barrett
First release by: Pink Floyd - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists
All movement is accomplished in six stages And the seventh brings return The seven is the number of the young light It forms when darkness is increased by one
Change return success Going and coming without error Action brings good fortune Sunset
The time is with the month of Winter Solstice When the change is due to come Thunder in the Earth, the course of Heaven Things cannot be destroyed once and for all
Change return success Going and coming without error Action brings good fortune Sunset... Sunrise...
All movement is accomplished in six stages And the seventh brings return The seven is the number of the young light It forms when darkness is increased by one
Change return success Going and coming without error Action brings good fortune Sunset... Sunrise... Sunset... Sunrise... Sunset... Sunrise...
The Lesson Composer(s): David M. Performer(s): Vikki Carr
This is the lesson taught to me A long time ago at my mother's knee She said, someday someone who loves you Will make you cry Though he loves you he'll hurt you Till you feel you could die But if he says forgive me Forgive if you can For you are his woman And he is your man When you're looking for roses There are thorns you will meet And remember my child Without any thorns the rose can't be sweet Well it's finally happened Now it's my turn to cry Oh my darling you've hurt me Till I feel I could die But you're saying forgive me And I understand For I am your woman And you are my man Don't tell me about heartache I've cried my share of tears I've had my share of rain But after the storm No rain will appear I just know when you hold me My whole world is complete And the lesson is clear Without any thorns the rose can't be sweet And the lesson is clear Without any thorns the rose can't be sweet
Chapel Of Love
Composer(s): Jeff Barry - Ellie Greenwich - Phil Spector
First recording/First release by: Darlene Love - 1963/The Dixie Cups - 1964
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1964 - Se Mi Vuoi Un Pò Di Bene (Le Amiche)
1964 - Capelo Do Amor (Wanderléa com Renato e seus Blues Caps)
Going to the chapel
And we're gonna get married
Going to the chapel
And we're gonna get married
Gee I really love you
And we're gonna get married
Going to the chapel of love
Spring is here...
Theeeeee...
The sky is blue (whoa-ooooo)
Birds all sing
Like they do
Today's the day
We'll say "I do"
And we'll never be lonely anymore
Because we're
Going to the chapel
And we're gonna get married
Going to the chapel
And we're gonna get married
Gee I really love you
And we're gonna get married
Going to the chapel of love
Bells will ring
The sun will shine (whoa-oooooh)
I'll be his
And he'll be mine
We'll love until
The end of time
And we'll never be lonely anymore
Because we're
Going to the chapel
And we're gonna get married
Going to the chapel
And we're gonna get married
Gee I really love you
And we're gonna get married
Going to the chapel of love
Going to the chapel of love
Going to the chapel of love...
The Leopards Composer(s): Marc Bolan Performer(s): T. Rex
We're the leopards We're the leopards We're the leopards
The leader of the pack lives down in the local drain We're the leopards King Kong built a car inside his brain We're the leopards You tell me who's the sexiest But why it's Gardenia & the Mighty Slug
We're the leopards
Old Doug Henry lost an ear when he crossed my path We're the leopards Called himself Jesus, well that's what he said to me We're the leopards
I have never seen a freak look as weird as you Except for Gardenia and the Mighty Slug We're the leopards
Cycle Michael grotesque school desk in my brain We're the leopards Mincing Quincy dropping bop drops down the drain We're the leopards
I'll just tell you boy we're mean and we're tough Just like Gardenia and the Mighty Slug We're the leopards
I know that we know that he know it's wrong We're the leopards To spend your life inside a song
Greasy Gert tried it and she licked it too Just like Gardenia and the Mighty Slug We're the leopards
Uncle Bimbo drunk up the sea of Galilee And like a fool he promised it all to me But I'm young and built of steel Just like Gardenia and the Mighty Slug
Just like Gardenia and the Mighty Slug Just like Gardenia and the Mighty Slug
Funiculì, Funiculà Composer(s): Luigi Denza; Peppino Turco Performer(s): Luciano Pavarotti; and various other artists
Aieressera, oi' ne', me ne sagliette tu saie addo'? tu saie addo'? Addo' 'stu core 'ngrato cchiu' dispietto farme nun po'! farme nun po'! Addo' lo fuoco coce, ma si fuie te lassa sta! te lassa sta! E nun te corre appriesso, nun te struie 'ncielo a guarda'! 'ncielo a guarda'! Jammo 'ncoppa, jammo ja' funiculi', funicula'!
Ne'... jammo da la terra a la montagna! no passo nc'e'! Se vede Francia, Proceta e la Spagna Io veco a tte! Tirato co la fune, ditto 'nfatto 'ncielo se va.. Se va comm' 'a lu viento a l'intrasatto gue', saglie sa'! Jammo 'ncoppa, jammo ja' funiculi', funicula'!
Se n' 'e' sagliuta, oi' ne', se n' 'e' sagliuta la capa già! E' gghiuta, po' e' turnata, po' e' venuta sta sempe cca'! La capa vota, vota, attuorno, attuorno attuorno a tte! Sto core canta sempe nu taluorno Sposammo, oi' ne'! Jammo 'ncoppa, jammo ja' funiculi', funicula'!
The Lemon Song Composer(s): Robert Plant - John Bonham - Jimmy Page - John Paul Jones First release by: Led Zeppelin - 1969
I should have quit you a long time ago Whoa-e-yeah-yeah, a long time ago I wouldn't be here not here down on this killing floor
I should have listened, baby, to my second mind, oh I should have listened, baby, to my second mind Every time I go away and leave you, darling Send me the blues fresh down the line, oh
Babe, yeah Give me my baby oh ooh oh, oh, no, no, no, no, no Now take it down for me
People tell me baby, keep me satisfied Try to worry me baby but I never-uh Get to be mine so People worry, baby, to keep you satisfied Ha, let me tell you baby Oh, you ain't nothing but a two-bit, no good, yeah
I went to sleep last night, I work as hard as I can I bring all my money, you take my money, give it to another man I should have quit you, baby, oh, such a long time ago, oh I wouldn't be here with all my troubles Down on this killing floor
Squeeze me baby, 'til the juice runs down my leg Now, now, squeeze me baby, 'til the juice runs down my leg The way you squeeze my lemon, I I'm gonna fall right out of bed, bed, bed, bed, yeah
Det var en svart natt, kall natt, tusan till natt
Jag hade trånga skor
Det regna' hela dan så min keps blev för stor
Jag stannade till vid ett café och fick se Fred Astaire i kvällens =
repris
Dansa omkring bland nakna ben klädd som en miljonär
Chapeau-Claque och Cadillac
Blanka skor och frack
Har jag sett i filmer från Hollywood
Chapeau-Claque och Cadillac
Tjack med nagellack
Det är bra för killar i frack
Jag kom i säng sent, hem sent, tusan så sent
Och somna med n gång
Jag drömde att jag sjöng en ny Hollywoodsång
Jag dansade runt som Fred Astaire på en skär Broadway-scen
Jag gjorde succé
Tills jag blev väckt av telefon mitt i en snygg entré
Chapeau-Claque och Cadillac
Tjack med nagellack
Det är bra för killar i frack
Jag kom i säng sent, hem sent, tusan så sent
Och somna med n gång
Jag drömde att jag sjöng en ny Hollywoodsång
Chapeau-Claque och Cadillac
Blanka skor och frack
Har jag sett i filmer från Hollywood
Chapeau-Claque och Cadillac
Tjack med nagellack
Det är bra för killar i frack
Chapeau-Claque och Cadillac
Tjack med nagellack (tona ut)
Function At The Junction Composer(s): Eddie Holland; Shorty (Frederick) Long Performer(s): Shorty (Frederick) Long; and various other artists
I'm getting ready for the function at the junction And baby you'd better come on right now Because everybody's gonna be there We got people comin' from everywhere
We got Ling Ting Tong from China Long Tall Sally from Carolina We got 007, the private eye, And he's bringin' all the guys from "I Spy"
Come one, come all, we gonna have a ball down at the function at the junction And baby you'd better come on right now
We serving egg foo yung and barbecue having chicken dumplings and kidney stew having heap big fun till the break of dawn gonna shake a tailfeather shoot, it's gonna be a run
Hold a shotgun on the rooster, and dare him to crow how could anybody sleep when they could get out on the floor
Tell him, tell them, tell one and tell `em all Tell `em `bout the function at the junction Tell `em that they'd better come on right now Tell `em `bout the function at the junction Tell `em that they'd better come on right now
Oh the soul brothers, Jitterbugs Hip cats and fancy hats and Pretty girls with pretty smiles All decked out in the latest styles and Farmer Jim and Guitar Slim and Betty Boop and ooo-boop-e-doop and Mohair Sam from Alabam and Minnesota Fats from Hobo Flats Breath-takin' Hip-shakin' give it now Talkin' bout some fascinatin' demonstratin'
They all be gathering here, from far and near for the Function at the Junction Brother, you'd better come on right now Tell `em `bout the function at the junction Sister, you'd better come on right now Talkin' `bout a function at the junction Everybody you'd better come on right now
The Legend Of Xanadu Composer(s): Alan Blaikley - Ken Howard First release by: Dave Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mick & Tich - 1968
You'll hear my voice, on the wind, 'cross the sand If you should return, to that black barren land That bears the name of Xanadu
Cursed without hope, was the love that I sought Lost from the start, was the duel That was s'possed to win her heart in Xanadu
And the footprints leave no traces Only shadows move in places where we used to go And the buildings open to the sky All echo in the vultures cry as if to show Our love was for a day Then doomed to pass away In Xanadu, in Xanadu, in Xanadu
In Xanadu, in Xanadu, in Xanadu
What was it to you that a man laid down his life for your love Were those clear eyes of yours ever filled with the pain and the tears and the grief Did you ever give your self to any one man in this whole wide world Or did you love me and will you find your way back one day to Xanadu
You'll hear my voice, on the wind, 'cross the sand If you should return, to that black barren land that bears the name of Xanadu
Chantilly Lace ((French Version: Au Camp Du Bonheur (Eddy Mitchell) - 1978)) Composer(s): Big Bopper First release by: Big Bopper - 1958 Covered by multiple other artists
Hello, baaaaby! Yeah, this is the Big Bopper speakin' Ha ha ha ha ha! Oh, you sweet thing! Do I what? Will I what? Oh baby, you knoooow what I like!
Chantilly Lace had a pretty face and a ponytail hangin' down A wiggle in her walk and a giggle in her talk Make the world go 'round Ain't nothing in the world like a big eyed girl To make me act so funny, make me spend my money Make me feel real loose like a long necked goose Like a--oh baby, that's a-what I like!
What's that, baby? But... but... but... oh, honey! Oh baby, you know what I like!
Chantilly Lace had a pretty face and a ponytail hangin' down A wiggle in her walk and a giggle in her talk Make the world go 'round Ain't nothing in the world like a big eyed girl To make me act so funny, make me spend my money Make me feel real loose like a long necked goose Like a--oh baby, that's a-what I like!
Fun, Fun, Fun Composer(s): Brian Wilson; Mike Love Performer(s): The Beach Boys; and various other artists
Well she got her daddy's car And she cruised through the hamburger stand now Seems she forgot all about the library Like she told her old man now And with the radio blasting Goes cruising just as fast as she can now
And she'll have fun, fun, fun 'Til her daddy takes the T-Bird away (Fun, fun, fun 'til her daddy takes the T-Bird away)
Well the girls can't stand her 'Cause she walks looks and drives like an ace now (You walk like an ace now you walk like an ace) She makes the Indy 500 look like a Roman chariot race now (You look like an ace now you look like an ace) A lot of guys try to catch her But she leads them on a wild goose chase now (You drive like an ace now you drive like an ace)
And she'll have fun, fun, fun 'Til her daddy takes the T-Bird away (Fun, fun, fun 'til her daddy takes the T-Bird away)
Well you knew all along That your dad was getting wise to you now (You shouldn't have lied now you shouldn't have lied) And since he took your set of keys You've been thinking that your fun is all through now (You shouldn't have lied now you shouldn't have lied)
But you can come along with me 'Cause we got a lot of things to do now (You shouldn't have lied now you shouldn't have lied)
And we'll have fun, fun, fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away (Fun, fun, fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away) And we'll have fun, fun, fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away (Fun, fun, fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away) (Fun, fun, fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away) (Fun, fun, fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away) (Fun, fun, fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away) (Fun, fun, fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away) (Fun, fun, fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away) (Fun, fun, fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away)
Legend Of Wyatt Earp Composer(s): Harry Warren - Harold Adamson Performer(s): The Ken Darby Singers and multiple other artists
I'll tell you a story, a real true life story A tale of the Western frontier The West, it was lawless, but one man was flawless And his is the story you'll hear
Oooh-oooh-oooh, Wyatt Earp, Wyatt Earp Brave, courageous and bold Long live his fame and long life his glory And long may his story be told
When he came to Kansas, to settle in Kansas He planned on a peaceable life Some goods and some chattel, a few head of cattle A home and a sweet loving wife
Oooh-oooh-oooh, Wyatt Earp, Wyatt Earp Brave Courageous and bold Long live his fame and long live his glory And long may his story be told
Now, he wasn't partial to bein' a marshal But fate went and dealt him his hand While outlaws were lootin' and killin' and shootin' He knew that he must take a stand Oooh-oooh-oooh, Wyatt Earp, Wyatt Earp Long may his story be told
Well he cleaned up the country, the old wild west country He made law and order prevail And none can deny it, the legend of Wyatt Forever will live on the trail
Oooh-oooh-oooh, Wyatt Earp, Wyatt Earp Brave Courageous and bold Long live his fame and long live his glory And long may his story be told Long may his story be told
Chanteur Des Années 80
Composer(s): Chris Michaelessi - Lana Sebastian - Paul Sebastian
Performer(s): Dalida
Toi qui joue et qui chante sur des rythmes fous Des mots qui veulent refaire le monde Et aller jusqu'au bout Toi qui joue et qui gagne coup sur coup Dans des salles en délire qui t'acclament debout Tu n'connais qu'le soleil des rayons lasers Qui brûlent un peu ta peau à chacun d'tes concerts Et ta révolution un jour fera rêver Ça sera ton testament pour ceux qui vont chanter Après toi C'est pour ça n'oublie pas
Laisse un peu d'amour Un peu d'amour,d'amour Laisse un peu d'amour
Chanteur des années 80 l'an 2000 est pour demain
Laisse un peu d'amour Un peu d'amour, d'amour Laisse un peu d'amour Chanteur des années 80
Toi qui boucle ta valise pour t'en aller plus loin En cadillac ou en stop sur les lignes de ta main Tu t'arrêteras peut-être sur la route faire le plein Tes illusions d'hier et tes rêves de demain N'oublie pas d'dire merci comme ça de temps en temps A ceux qui t'ont suivi et même à ceux qui souvent Disaient que ta musique ça n'était que du vent Aujourd'hui s'ils t'imitent c'est qu't'avait du talent C'est pour ça, ne change pas, n'oublie pas
Laisse un peu d'amour Un peu d'amour, d'amour Laisse un peu d'amour Chanteur des années 80 l'an 2000 est pour demain Laisse un peu d'amour Un peu d'amour, d'amour Laisse un peu d'amour Chanteur des années 80
Laisse un peu d'amour Un peu d'amour, d'amour Laisse un peu d'amour Chanteur des années 80 Laisse un peu d'amour
Fumo Negli Occhi (Adapted from: Smoke Gets in Your Eyes - 1933) Composer(s): Otto Harbach; Jerome Kern; Mariano Rapetti Performer(s): Meme Bianchi - 1936 and multiple other artists
No, io non piango sai è soltanto che fumi e il fumo va dentro gli occhi miei fino in fondo al cuore
No, io non piangerò anche se io so che mi lascerai come hai detto tu e non tornerai
Io vivrò la vita senza te ma come io non lo so io vivrò ma solamente per dimenticare te
No, io non piango sai è soltanto che fumi e il fumo va dentro gli occhi miei fino in fondo al cuor
The Legend Of Wooley Swamp Composer(s): Charlie Daniels - Charlie Hayward - Fred Edwards - James Marshall - Joel "Taz" DiGregorio - Tom Crain Performer(s): Charlie Daniels and multiple other artists
If you ever go back into Wooley Swamp son you better not go at night There's things out there in the middle of them woods That'd make a strong man die from fright There's things that crawl and things that fly And things that creep around on the ground And they say the ghost of Lucias Clay gets up and it walks around
But I couldn't believe it, I just had to find out for myself And I couldn't conceive it, I never would listen to nobody else No I couldn't believe it, I just had to find out for myself That there's some things in this world you just can't explain
The old man lived in the Wooley Swamp way back in the gurgling woods And he never did do a lot of harm in the world But he never did do no good People didn't think too much of him They all thought he acted funny The old man didn't care about people anyway All he cared about was his money He'd stuff it all down in Mason jars and bury it all around But on certain nights if the moon was right He'd dig it up out of the ground He'd pour it all out on the floor of his shack And run his fingers through it Old Lucias Clay was a greedy old man And that's all there ever was to it
But I couldn't believe it, I just had to find out for myself And I couldn't conceive it, I never would listen to nobody else No I couldn't believe it, I just had to find out for myself That there's some things in this world you just can't explain
The Crayton boys were white trash they lived over on Parvis Creek They were a real snake and sneaky as a cat And belligerent when they'd speak One night the oldest brother said ya'll meet in the Wooley Swamp later We'll get old Lucias' money and we'll pitch him to the alligators They found the old man out in the back with a shovel in his hand And thirteen rusty Mason jars he just dug up out of the sand And they all went crazy and they beat the old man Then they picked him up off the ground Then they threw him in the swamp and they stood there and laughed Till the black water sucked him down Then they turned around and went back to the shack And they picked up the money and ran But they hadn't gone nowheres when they realized They were running in quicksand. And they struggled and screamed but they couldn't get away Then just before they were gone They could hear that old man laughing In a voice that was loud and strong
Now that's been fifty years ago an' if you go back by there again There's a spot in the yard in back of that shack Where the ground is always wet And on certain nights if the moon is right And you're down by the dark footpath You can hear three yound men screaming And you can hear that old man laugh
If you ever go back into Wooley Swamp son you better not go at night There's things out there in the middle of them woods That'd make a strong man die from fright There's things that crawl and things that fly And things that creep around on the ground And they say the ghost of Lucias Clay gets up and it walks around
But I couldn't believe it, I just had to find out for myself And I couldn't conceive it, I never would listen to nobody else No I couldn't believe it, I just had to find out for myself That there's some things in this world you just can't explain...
