Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Charlie Stone Composer(s): Larry Johnson Performer(s): Larry Johnson; Charlie "Choo Choo" Williams
Yeah, an' I know a fool He came from way down south Called him Charlie Stone Now he make a livin' Goin' 'round town I mean blowin' on a slide trombone Now he could make it moan an' He could make it sing Hey where did he get that thing But play on Stone Go on with your slide trombone
Now when he played that thing Down on Market Street Butcher Sam had to leave his meat To hear old Stone Blowin' on his slide trombone
...let's get it now Stone..Yeah...Yeah I say hey there Stone Play it on your slide trombone
I said I know a fool He came from way down south Called him Charlie Stone Ahh, he make a livin' Goin' 'round town I mean blowin' on a slide trombone Yes, he can make it moan an' He can make it sing Tell me where did he get that thing But play on Stone Go on with your slide trombone
Now the women gather 'round And they shake their hips (oooh) When that horn is Shakin' to his lips Singing play on Stone Go on with your slide trombone
Now as he played it Sunday morning And the Sisters strut around (Ha!) Preacher Johnson Laid his Bible down To hear old Stone Blow it on is slide trombone
Yeah, Charlie Stone Blow it on, I mean blow it on your slide trombone Yes, yes, yes, yes
The Little Shirt My Mother Made For Me Composer(s): Harry Wincott Performer(s): Tom Woottwell and multiple other artists
I'll never forget the day that I was born Was on a cold and frosty winter's morn' The doctor said I was a chubby chap But when the nurse, she took me on her lap She washed me all over, I remember And after powder-puffin' me, you see She laid me in the cradle by the window In the little shirt my Mother made for me
When I began to crawl it was a sight I used to frighten Mom from morn' til night There's no mistake I was a lttle curse 'Cause when my Daddy, he came home from work Every night he would say, "Where's Little Sam got?" As down the kitchen, happy as could be They used to find me scrapin' out the jam pot In the little shirt my Mother made for me
The first day that I wore my knickerbocks I felt so funny after wearin' smocks I looked a little picture, they did say But when they let me out to run and play Well, I didn't like the britches I was wearin' And in the street I took 'em off, you see I started walkin' home so bold and darin' In the little shirt my Mother made for me
And then to school they said that I must go I didn't like my teacher, you must know And when I played the truant quite so dear The teacher said, "Now boy, you come here" With a big stick she beat around upon me There's no mistake about my pedigree I had the map of Scotland painted on me Neath that little shirt my mother made for me
Last year when I was on my holiday Upon the briny ocean I did gaze The water looked so nice, I thought I'd go To have a swim, but, in a minute, oh All the girls along the beach at me were starin' And some were takin' pictures, I could see Was a good thing for me that I was wearin' The little shirt my Mother made for me
Charlie Green, Play That Slide Trombone (Traditional) Performer(s): Jim Croce
I know a fool who blows a horn He comes from way down South, oh yeah And you ain't seen some blowin' since you been born Like when a trombone's to his mouth He wails and moans, grunts and groans He can moan just like a cow And you ain't seen some blowin' since you been born 'Cause he won't show them how
Oh Charlie won't you play that thing I mean it's my trombone Make it talk Make it sing I mean it's my trombone
If Gabriel knew how you could blow He'd let you lead his band I know Oh Charlie won't you play that thing I mean it's my trombone
Oh Charlie won't you play that thing I mean it's my trombone Make it talk Make it sing I mean it's my trombone
Now you ain't seen such movin' hips Like when the trombone do his licks Charlie Green play that thing I mean it's my trombone Oh yeah, I mean it's my trombone
For he's a jolly good fellow For he's a jolly good fellow For he's a jolly good fellow Which nob'dy can deny Which nob'dy can deny Which nob'dy can deny For he's a jolly good fellow For he's a jolly good fellow For he's a jolly good fellow Which nob'dy can deny
We won't go home until morning We won't go home until morning We won't go home until morning Till day-light doth appear Till day-light doth appear Till day-light doth appear We won't go home until morning We won't go home until morning We won't go home until morning Till day-light doth appear
The bear went over the mountain The bear went over the mountain The bear went over the mountain To see what he could see To see what he could see To see what he could see The bear went over the mountain The bear went over the mountain The bear went over the mountain To see what he could see
The other side of the mountain The other side of the mountain The other side of the mountain Was all that he could see Was all that he could see Was all that he could see The other side of the mountain The other side of the mountain The other side of the mountain Was all that he could see
The Little Old Lady (From Pasadena) Composer(s): Don Altfeld - Roger Christian First release by: Jan & Dean - 1964
It's the little old lady from Pasadena
The little old lady from Pasadena (Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go) Has a pretty little flower bed of white gardenias (Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go) But parked in a rickety old garage Is a brand new, shiny red Super Stock Dodge
And everybody's saying that there's nobody meaner Than the little old lady from Pasadena (She drives real fast and she drives real hard) She's the terror of Colorado Boulevard
It's the little old lady from Pasadena If you see her on the street don't try to choose her (Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go) You might drive a goer but you'll never lose her (Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go) Well, she's gonna get a ticket now sooner or later 'Cause she can't keep her foot off the accelerator
And everybody's saying that there's nobody meaner Than the little old lady from Pasadena (She drives real fast and she drives real hard) She's the terror of Colorado Boulevard
(Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go) (Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go) The guys come to race her for miles around But she'll give 'em a length and then she'll shut 'em down
And everybody's saying that there's nobody meaner Than the little old lady from Pasadena (She drives real fast and she drives real hard) She's the terror of Colorado Boulevard
Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go
Charlie Freak
Composer(s): Walter Becker - Donald Fagen
Performer(s): Steely Dan
Charlie freak had but one thing to call his own Three weight ounce pure golden ring no precious stone Five nights without a bite No place to lay his head And if nobody takes him in Hell soon be dead On the street he spied my face I heard him hail In our plot of frozen space he told his tale Poor man, he showed his hand So righteous was his need And me so wise I bought his prize For chicken feed
Newfound cash soon begs to smash a state of mind Close inspection fast revealed his favorite kind Poor kid, he overdid Embraced the spreading haze And while he sighed his body died In fifteen ways
When I heard I grabbed a cab to where he lay round his arm the plastic tag read d.o.a. Yes jack, I gave it back The ring I could not own Now come my friend Ill take your hand And lead you home
Undress Me ((Adapted from: Déshabillez-Moi (Juliette Gréco) - 1967)) Composer(s): Robert Nyel - Gaby Verlor - Paul Francis Buck Performer(s): Marc Almond - 1996
Undress me Undress me But not right away Not too fast, eh!
Can you crave for me? Desire me? Enthral me
Undress me Undress me But don't be like the first time Or go too crazy
First look at the truth Take time to proceed Don't be uncouth Or show your greed Devour me with your eyes But be cautious I'll become ravenous By and by
Undress me Deshabillez moi But not right away Not too fast, eh!
Can you hypnotise me? Envelop me? Capture me
Undress me Undress me But with some tact And be exact And dextrous
Choose your words with care Control yourself, be strict Not too slow nor quick On my skin There that's it, I'm trembling And offer much to your expert touch Oh, come on!
Undress me Deshabillez moi I want it right away Go faster, it's okay Can you possess me? Consume me? Burn me... up!
Undress me Undress me Behave like a lover And be a lover Do it!
Undress me come on, undress me And you... undress yourself
Future Times Composer(s): Jon Anderson; Steve Howe; Chris Squire; Rick Wakeman; Alan White Performer(s): Yes
In the fountains of the universe (set time in accord) Sits the boychild Solomon
(Ever turning round and round) In the cities of the Southern Sky (set points universe) Dreams he of glory (pulsating round and round) Future times will stand and clearly see (highest dancing) Of the course of innocence (Drifting drifting)
See it all See it all Till tomorrow See it all See it all Till tomorrow Future times will stand and clearly smile Of the course of innocence
Dantalion will ride again (raging forth underland) The course of evils standing straight (grind to grind) Hot metal will abound the land (churning out shout) As the form regards our blazing hand Future times will stand and clearly see Of the course of innocence
One the word will enter all our hearts Two the duel will alter them Three jewels countenance divine away delight away four the fight to free the land Five the islands of Arabia Six the tears that separate Six the tears that separate
Charlie Brown "A Boy Named Charlie Brown" Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Un petit garçon comme Charlie À qui jamais rien ne réussit Ça s'casse la figure À tous les coins d'la ville Dieu que la vie est dure Pour Charlie
Mais ce petit garçon Qu'est Charlie Qui n'récolte jamais que des ennuis Et qui les prend pourtant Avec philosophie C'est l'image d'un enfant d'aujourd'hui
Moi-même j'étais comme Charlie Semblable à Charlie Brown Je grimpais à la corde de mon cerf-volant Afin d'mieux voir le firmament Mais voici que la corde casse et Charlie Seul dans l'herbe de la prairie Encore un peu plus triste que tout à l'heure Retient les larmes de Charlie Brown
Futura Composer(s): Lucio Dalla Performer(s): Lucio Dalla
Chissà chissà domani su che cosa metteremo le mani se si potrà contare ancora le onde del mare e alzare la testa non esser così seria, rimani i russi, i russi gli americani no lacrime non fermarti fino a domani sarà stato forse un tuono non mi meraviglio è una notte di fuoco dove sono le tue mani nascerà e non avrà paura nostro figlio e chissà come sarà lui domani su quali strade camminerà cosa avrà nelle sue mani.. le sue mani si muoverà e potrà volare nuoterà su una stella come sei bella e se è una femmina si chiamerà futura Il suo nome detto questa notte mette già paura sarà diversa bella come una stella sarai tu in miniatura ma non fermarti voglio ancora baciarti chiudi i tuoi occhi non voltarti indietro qui tutto il mondo sembra fatto di vetro e sta cadendo a pezzi come un vecchio presepio. Di più, muoviti più fretta di più, benedetta più su, nel silenzio tra le nuvole, più su che si arriva alla luna, si la luna ma non è bella come te questa luna è una sottana americana Allora su mettendoci di fianco, più su guida tu che sono stanco, più su in mezzo ai razzi e a un batticuore, più su son sicuro che c'e' il sole ma che sole è un cappello di ghiaccio questo sole è una catena di ferro senza amore, amore, amore, amore Lento lento adesso batte più lento ciao, come stai il tuo cuore lo sento i tuoi occhi così belli non li ho visti mai ma adesso non voltarti voglio ancora guardarti non girare la testa dove sono le tue mani aspettiamo che ritorni la luce di sentire una voce aspettiamo senza avere paura, domani
The Little House Upon The Hill Composer(s): Ballard MacDonald - Joe Goodwin - Harry Puck
I feel oh! so lonely tonight I feel all alone I'm just starving for a sight Of my old Kentucky home I can see my mother old and gray I can hear the whippoor will I can see a light for me In the window of the house upon the hill
I've seen many wonderful sights Wand'ring on my way But I've spent such lonesome nights And been weary thru the day I'm just longing for a mother's love And I know she longs for me Can't erase her loving face It's the sight of all sights I want to see
There's a light that's burning in the window Of a little house upon the hill And the light will burn And a heart will yearn And it always will till I return For there's only one mother I know she's waiting still And she'll always keep the light a burning in the window of the house upon the hill
Charlie Brown
((French Version: C'est Charlie Brown (Eddy Mitchell) - 1977))
Composer(s): Jerry Leiber - Mike Stoller
First release by: The Coasters
Covered by multiple other artists - 1959
Fe fe fi fi fo fo fum I smell smoke in the auditorium Charlie Brown, Charlie Brown He's a clown, that Charlie Brown He's gonna get caught, just you wait and see (Why's everybody always pickin' on me?)
That's him on his knees, I know that's him From 7 come 11 down in the boys' gym Charlie Brown, Charlie Brown He's a clown, that Charlie Brown He's gonna get caught, just you wait and see (Why's everybody always pickin' on me?)
Who's always writing on the wall? Who's always goofin' in the hall? Who's always throwin' spit balls? Guess who! (Who, me?) Yeah, you!
Who walks in the classroom cool and slow? Who calls the English teacher Daddy-O? Charlie Brown, Charlie Brown He's a clown, that Charlie Brown He's gonna get caught, just you wait and see (Why's everybody always pickin' on me?)
Who walks in the classroom cool and slow? Who calls the English teacher Daddy-O? Charlie Brown, Charlie Brown He's a clown, that Charlie Brown He's gonna get caught, just you wait and see (Why's everybody always pickin' on me?)
Futari De Osake Wo Composer(s): M. Yamaji; M. Hirao Performer(s): Michiyo Azusa; Teresa Teng
Uramikko nashi de wakare masyou ne Sarari to mizu ni subete nagashite Shinpai shinai de hitorikkiri wa Kodomo no koro kara narete iru no yo Soredemo tamani sabishiku nattara Futari de osake wo nomi masyou ne Nomi masyou ne
Itawari atte wakare masyou ne Kou natta nomo otagai no sei Anata to watashi wa nitamono doushi Ketten bakari ga medatsu futari yo Dochira ka kyu ni sabishiku nattara Futari de osake wo nomi masyou ne Nomi masyou ne
Dounika narudesyo koko no machi no Dokoka de watashi wa ikite iku no yo Soredemo tamani sabishiku nattara Futari de osake wo nomi masyou ne Nomi masyou ne
That Little German Band Composer(s): Fred Fisher - Joe Goodwin - Joseph McCarthy Performer(s): Al Jolson; Groucho Marx
Beneath my window every morn I can hear a great big horn Oom pah-pah, oom pah-pah In the backyard playing they are I give them money when they play I give them more to go away They all stand in a ring They play the same old thing And when the leader pulls a string They drop their horns and sing
La, La, La, La, La Such a pretty melody La, La, La, La, La Like the birdies in the tree La, La, La, La, La Everybody sing with me
Oh that music is so grand From the little German Band Toot Toot Toot, Toot Toot Toot The bass horn fella is the best Now he can almost drown the rest They don't play something new They blow until they're blue And when you think there through They'll sing a line or two
La, La, La, La, La Such a pretty melody La, La, La, La, La Like the birdies in the tree La, La, La, La, La Everybody sing with us La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La La, La
Charlie & Fred
Composer(s): Allan Clarke - Tony Hicks - Graham Nash
Performer(s): The Hollies
He rides on his horse and cart, Charlie does working from six until nine Collecting old rags and used bicycles old iron of description of any kind
Here comes Charlie, Charlie the Ragman Throw out your old clothes for Charlie and Fred Earning a living off things we've discarded Earning enough for the board and the bed
You hear him shout "Rags and old iron" Everyone knows him that way Once a week, they come 'round calling How long it's been, I can't say
They live all alone in a hovel He puts his money away Taking enough to just live on and at the end of the day he's saving enough to put Fred out to graze
They live all alone in a hovel He puts his money away Taking enough to just live on and at the end of the day he's saving enough to put Fred out to graze
Has anyone seen Charlie lately? Charlie just ain't been around Everyone's seen Fred is grazing chewing the grass from the ground
Children say Charlie is happy giving balloons to the angels instead Where is Charlie, Charlie the Ragman? Don't throw your clothes out
