Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Leve De Vakantie ((Adapted from: The Loco-Motion (Little Eva) - 1962)) Composer(s): Carole King - Gerry Goffin - Jo De Clercq Performer(s): M-Kids - 2004
Versions In Other Languages: 1962 - Le Loco-Motion (Sylvie Vartan) 1975 - Kohta Juna Lähtee (Frederik)
Elke morgen moeten we weer samen naar school gaan Come On Baby Leve De Vakantie Waren al die lessen maar wat vlugger gedaan, ja Come On Baby Leve De Vakantie Ik kan zo lang niet stil zijn, 'k heb te veel energie ik wil een beetje ritme, 'k heb genoeg fantasie Come on , Come on leve de vakantie oh yeah
Wij willen uit de bol gaan Kom aan feesten Kom mee, doe mee We gaan door tot morgen vroeg
We zitten op de banken maar dar valt toch niet mee, nee Come On Baby Leve De Vakantie We dromen van het strand en van de zon en zee Come On Baby Leve De Vakantie Weg die warme kleren trek die spullen maar uit Ik voel de zonnestralen op mijn bleke huid Come on come on leve de vakantie oh yeah
Wij willen uit de bol gaan Kom aan feesten Kom mee, doe mee We gaan door tot morgen vroeg
En 's avonds als ik thuis kom en mijn werk nog moet maken Come On Baby Leve De Vakantie Dan kruip ik in mijn bed tussen de warme lakens Come On Baby Leve De Vakantie Dan droom ik van vakantie op gouden strand en 's avonds gaan we dansen lekker bruingebrand Come on come on leve de vakantie oh yeah
Wij willen uit de bol gaan Kom aan feesten Kom mee, doe mee We gaan door tot morgen vroeg
We gaan met vakantie, we vertrekken op vakantie Come On Baby Leve De Vakantie We gaan met vakantie, we vertrekken op vakantie Come On Baby Leve De Vakantie Weg die warme kleren trek die spullen maar uit Ik voel die zonnestralen op mijn bleke huid Come on com on leve de vakantie Come on com on leve de vakantie Come on com on leve de vakantie oh yeah
Wij willen uit de bol gaan Kom aan feesten doe mee wij willen uit de bol gaan kom aan feesten, doe mee doe mee we gaan door tot morgenvroeg
Charlotte For Ever
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg; Charlotte Gainsbourg
Charlotte Charlotte for ever Petit papa rêveur Charlotte Charlotte for ever À jamais dans mon cur
Charlotte Charlotte for ever Recherche d'un never More yes for ever Tous les amours se meurent Sans toi Je n'suis plus moi J'dérive à l'infini Sens moi Approche-toi Amour de ma vie
Charlotte Charlotte for ever No leader no dealer
Charlotte Charlotte for ever De moi tu es l'auteur Charlotte Charlotte for ever Es-tu à la hauteur Je n'suis plus moi J'dérive à l'infini Sens moi Approche-toi Amour de ma vie
Charlotte Charlotte for ever Pitié pour moi mon cur Charlotte Charlotte for ever Tu as gagné je pleure
Charlotte Charlotte for ever Papa papa j'ai peur Charlotte Charlotte for ever De goûter ta saveur
Charlotte Charlotte for ever Vu ni vu ni couleur Charlotte Charlotte for ever Détournement d'mineure
Le Loco-Motion ((Adapted from: The Loco-Motion (Little Eva) - 1962)) Composer(s): Carole King - Gerry Goffin - Georges Aber Performer(s): Sylvie Vartan - 1962
Versions In Other Languages: 1975 - Kohta Juna Lähtee (Frederik) 2004 - Leve De Vakantie (M-Kids)
Prenez Le Premier Train Qui Vous Fera Danser Invitez Les Copains Qui Savent Bien Twister Vous Allez Par Devant Et Puis Vous Reculez Vous Twistez En Marchant Ce N'est Pas Complique Venez Danser Tous Le Locomotion Oh Oui Si Vous Avez Un Bon Ticket Allez Y Venez Danser Pour Tous Bagages Quelqu'un Qui Vous Plait Attention Au Depart Il Faut Vous Depecher Il Est Deja Trop Tard Le Train Va Demarrer Et Si Y A Un Voyage Je Prend Le Train De Nuit Jusqu'a La Derniere Heure Jusqu'au Dernier Whisky Venez Danser Tous Le Locomotion Oh Oui Prenez Le Bon Wagon Pour Bien Vous Amuser En Courant Le Garçon Ou La Fille Qui Vous Plait Et Quand Le Dernier Arrivera En Gare Vous Quittez Les Copains En Leur Disant Bonsoir Jusqu'a Demain Ouh Le Locomotion Oh Oui Venez Danser, Venez Danser Tous Le Locomotion Venez Danser Venez Danser, Venez Danser Tous Le Locomotion Venez Danser
Charlie, T'iras Pas Au Paradis
Composer(s): Pierre Delanoë - Gilbert Bécaud
Performer(s): Gilbert Bécaud
Charlie, Oh Charlie t'iras pas au paradis Charlie, Oh Charlie t'iras pas au paradis Tes pensées sont mauvaises Tu fais honte à ton diocèse T'iras pas au paradis Charlie
Elle est là derrière un pilier Je la regarde agenouillée Aux jours de Pâques et de Noël A la messe je ne vois qu'elle Elle est belle comme la statue De la Vierge à l'Enfant Jésus Comment voulez-vous je vous prie Que dans ces conditions je prie
Oh Charlie t'iras pas au paradis Charlie, Charlie, t'iras pas au paradis Mon paradis c'est elle et c'est tout Et même si je scandalise Quand je suis à l'église Je pense à Marie Aux yeux de Marie Je pense à Marie Aux mains de Marie Au corps de Marie Au cur de Marie Je pense à Marie-Louise
Come and get it And get it now If you don't get it You're a paw
J'arrive une heure avant la messe Pour la joie de la voir passer Et pendant qu'elle est à confesse Je suis jaloux de son curé Je me lève et je m'agenouille Je me sens comme crucifié Par tous les regards qui me fouillent Des grenouilles de bénitier
Oh Charlie, t'iras pas au paradis Charlie, Charlie t'iras pas au paradis Ton paradis je m'en fous Mon paradis c'est elle et c'est tout Et même si je scandalise Le dimanche à l'église Je pense à Marie Je pense à Marie Aux yeux de Marie Aux mains de Marie Au corps de Marie Au cur de Marie Je pense à Marie-Louise
Come and get it And get it now If you don't get it You're a paw
Tout à l'heure quand elle va sortir J'vais la rater encore une fois Tout à l'heure ces ballots vont rire Sur le zinc du café tabac Rigolez les gars rigolez J'y mettrai le temps qu'il faudra Mais un dimanche vous la verrez Sortir de l'église à mon bras
Oh Charlie, tu l'auras ton paradis Charlie, Charlie, tu l'auras ton paradis Ell' sera bell' bell' tout en blanc J'aurai un chapeau et des gants Et même si ça scandalise Un beau jour à l'église Je s'rai le mari, je s'rai le mari, je s'rai le mari...
Race To The End Composer(s): Jon Anderson; Vangelis Performer(s): Demis Roussos; and various other artists
There is but one freedom Man running along Each step that he's taking A step to his soul
The passion and courage It takes to be there the spirit of freedom Alive in the air
Whenever the running man awakes To challenge to glory he knows that he can turn the key once more to unlock the soul
The way becomes clearer The way is complete The need that of winning Admit no defeat
The circles together Hold hands to the sky The freedom of running The freedom to try
Let no one surround himself with pain But use it to free him The game is to learn to live again A race to the end To try to the end The game is to learn to live again A race to the end
The Living Years Composer(s): Mike Rutherford - B. A. Robertson First release by: Mike + The Mechanics - 1988 Covered by multiple other artists
Every generation Blames the one before And all of their frustrations Come beating on your door
I know that I'm a prisoner To all my Father held so dear I know that I'm a hostage To all his hopes and fears I just wish I could have told him in the living years
Crumpled bits of paper Filled with imperfect thought Stilted conversations I'm afraid that's all we've got
You say you just don't see it He says it's perfect sense You just can't get agreement In this present tense We all talk a different language Talking in defence
Say it loud, say it clear You can listen as well as you hear It's too late when we die To admit we don't see eye to eye
So we open up a quarrel Between the present and the past We only sacrifice the future It's the bitterness that lasts
So Don't yield to the fortunes You sometimes see as fate It may have a new perspective On a different day And if you don't give up, and don't give in You may just be O.K.
Say it loud, say it clear You can listen as well as you hear It's too late when we die To admit we don't see eye to eye
I wasn't there that morning When my Father passed away I didn't get to tell him All the things I had to say
I think I caught his spirit Later that same year I'm sure I heard his echo In my baby's new born tears I just wish I could have told him in the living years
Say it loud, say it clear You can listen as well as you hear It's too late when we die To admit we don't see eye to eye
Charlie, The Midnight Marauder
Composer(s): Bagby - Davis
Performer(s): The Limeliters
Calling car 41 Calling car 41 Investigate a code 7 At 116 west 14th St. and report Looks like Charlie's at it again
Oh Charlie was raised in the city He scoffed at the suburban life Til satan disguised as a salesman Bewitched and bewildered his wife
She heard of the pleasures of rural life With barbecues under the trees And so for a mere forty thousand He purchased their dreamhouse with ease
He rose before dawn every morning To dreamily fall into line (yawn) And follow that bumper before him (Beep Beep) To be on the job before nine
His dreamhouse of crumbling stucco Was more like a nightmarish load His weekends were spent in hard labor He dug and he pruned and he mowed
One night an electrical failure Blacked out every street in the track Our hero drove up in confusion But couldn't locate his new shack
Each crackerbox looked like the one next door As far as the eye could see He cursed to himself as he pondered Now where in the world can it be
He searched til a door looked familiar Than tried out his key in the lock The door open wide and he entered Poor Charlie was on the wrong block
He strode to the couch of his sleeping love He kissed her and backed off in fright The girl he had kissed was a stranger Who screamed and ran out in the night
They caught him a few minutes later Still rooted and shaking with fear They called him the midnight marauder And put him away for a year
And put him away for a yea-ea-ear And put him away for a year They called him the midnight maurauder And put him away for a year
When a salesman is taunting suburbia He's doing it purely for help Remember the story of Charlie And tell him to move there himself
And tell him to move there himsel-el-elf And tell him to move there himself Remember the story of Charlie And tell him to move there himself
Rabo De Nube Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez; and various other artists
Si me dijeran pide un deseo preferiría un rabo de nube un torbellino en el suelo y una gran ira que sube Un barredor de tristezas un aguacero en venganza que cuando escampe parezca nuestra esperanza
Si me dijeran pide un deseo preferiría un rabo de nube que se llevara lo feo y nos dejara el querube Un barredor de tristezas un aguacero en venganza que cuando escampe parezca nuestra esperanza
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
