Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Monkey's Uncle Composer(s): Richard M. Sherman - Robert B. Sherman Performer(s): Annette Funicello & The Beach Boys
[BB:] Uh, huh, She loves the monkey's uncle Yeah, yeah, She loves the monkey's uncle Whoa, whoa, She loves the monkey's uncle [Annette:] And the monkey's uncle's ape for me!
[Annette:] I don't care what the whole world thinks! [BB:] She loves the monkey's uncle! [Annette:] Call us a couple of "missing links" [BB:] She loves the monkey's uncle! [Annette:] Love all these monkeyshines Every day is Valentine's I love the monkey's uncle And the monkey's uncle's ape for me! [BB:] Ape for me!
[BB:] Uh, huh, She loves the monkey's uncle Yeah, yeah, She loves the monkey's uncle Whoa, whoa, She loves the monkey's uncle [Annette:] And the monkey's uncle's ape for me!
[Annette:] This in my heart jumps like a clown [BB:] She loves the monkey's uncle! [Annette:] Feels like the circus just came to town! [BB:] She loves the monkey's uncle! [Annette:] I live in a "jungle gym" In order to be with him I love the monkey's uncle And I wish I were the monkey's aunt! [BB:] Monkey's aunt!
[BB:] Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa [Annette:] On the day he marries me [All:] What a nutty family tree! [Mike:] A bride! [Brian:] A groom! [BB:] A chimpanzee!
[Annette:] Let them say he's the booby prize! [BB:] She loves the monkey's uncle! [Annette:] He is the guy I idolize! [BB:] She loves the monkey's uncle! [Annette:] Love all those monkeyshines Every day is Valentine's I love the monkey's uncle And the monkey's uncle's ape for me! [BB:] Ape for me!
[All:] Uh, huh, She (I) loves (love) the monkey's uncle Yeah, yeah, She (I) loves (love) the monkey's uncle Whoa, whoa, She (I) loves (love) the monkey's uncle And I'm Mad about his chimpanzee!!!
Chitarra Romana
((English/Italian Version: Roman Guitar (Lou Monte))
Composer(s): Eldo Di Lazzaro - Daniele Bruno
Performer(s): Claudio Villa
and multiple other artists
Sotto un mondo di stelle Roma bella mi appare Solitario è il mio cuor Disilluso d'amor, vuol nell'ombra cantar
Una muta Fontana E un balcone lassù O chitarra romana accompagnami tu!
Suona, suona mia chitarra Lascia piangere il mio cuore Senza casa e senza amore Mi rimani solo tu
Se la voce è un po' velata Accompagnami in Sordina La mia bella fornarina al balcone non c'è più
Lungotevere dorme Mentre il fiume cammina Io lo seguo per te Mi trascina con se e travolge il mio cuore
Vedo un' ombra lontana E una stella lassù O chitarra romana accompagnami tu!
Se la voce è un po' velata Accompagnami in Sordina La mia bella fornarina al balcone non c'è più
Red Light Composer(s): Vivian Greene Performer(s): Vivian Green
My baby left town and the mule laid down and died My baby left town and the mule laid down and died Baby left town, I laid down and cried
One, two, three four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten Red light, red light, red light, red light
Venus was a woman, she had a whole lot of charms She got so much huggin', she wore out both her arms Red light, red light
Columbus was an explorer, the greatest of his day But he got all mixed up in Brooklyn and the poor guy lost his way Red light, red light
Napoleon was a soldier, the greatest ever seen But he learned all his manoeuvres along with Josephine Red light, red light
King Arthur was a hero, he was known everywhere He had a round round table cause he couldn't stand He couldn't stand, he couldn't stand a square Red light, red light Red light, red light
The Monkey Time ((French Version: Ne L'imite Pas (Sylvie Vartan) - 1964)) Composer(s): Curtis Mayfield First release by: Major Lance - 1963 Covered by multiple other artists
There's a place right across town, whenever you're ready Where people gather 'round, whenever they're ready And then the music begins to play You feel a groove comin' on its way Are you ready (are you ready) Well, you get yours, 'cause-a I got mine For the Monkey Time (Monkey Time) (Monkey Time) Now the dance that the people do, I don't know how it started All I know is that when the beat brings a feel It's so hard to get parted And then the music begins to play Automatically you're on your way Are you ready (are you ready) Well, you get yours, 'cause-a I got mine For the Monkey Time (Monkey Time) (Monkey Time) Do the Monkey, yeah (do the Monkey Time) Do the Monkey, yeah (do the Monkey Time) Ah-twist them hips (twist them hips) Let your backbone slip (let your backbone slip) Now move your feet (move your feet) Get on the beat (get on the beat) Are you ready (are you ready) Well, you get yours, 'cause-a I got mine For the Monkey Time (Monkey Time) (Monkey Time) Now the dance that the people do, I don't know how it started All I know is that when the beat brings a feel It's so hard to get parted And then the music begins to play Automatically you're on your way Are you ready (are you ready) Well, you get yours, 'cause-a I got mine For the Monkey Time (Monkey Time) Ah, do the Monkey, yeah Give me a big strong line You're lookin' real fine
Chiseled In Stone
Composer(s): Max D. Barnes - Vern Gosdin
Performer(s): Vern Gosdin
You ran cryin' to the bedroom I ran off to the bar Another piece of heaven gone to hell The words we spoke in anger Just tore my world apart And I sat there feeling sorry for myself
Then that old man sat down beside me And looked me in the eye And said "Son, I know what you're going through You ought to get down on your knees and thank your lucky stars That you got someone to go home to"
You don't know about lonely Or how long nights can be Till you lived through the story That's still livin' in me And you don't know about sadness 'til you faced life alone You don't know about lonely 'til it's chiseled in stone
So I brought these pretty flowers Hoping you would understand Sometimes a man is such a fool Those golden words of wisdom from the heart of that old man showed me I ain't nothing without you
You don't know about lonely Or how long nights can be Till you lived through the story that old man just told me And you don't know about sadness 'til you faced life alone You don't know about lonely 'til it's chiseled in stone You don't know about lonely 'til it's chiseled in stone
Come over the hills, my bonnie Irish lass Come over the hills to your darling You choose the rose, love, and I'll make the vow And I'll be your true love forever
Chorus Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows Fair is the lily of the valley Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne But my love is fairer than any
'Twas down by Killarney's green woods that we strayed When the moon and the stars they were shining The moon shone its rays on her locks of golden hair And she swore she'd be my love forever
Chorus
It's not for the parting that my sister pains It's not for the grief of my mother 'Tis all for the loss of my bonny Irish lass That my heart is breaking forever
Chirpy Chirpy, Cheep Cheep
Composer(s): Lally Stott
First release by: Lally Stott - 1970
Made famous by: Middle of the Road - 1971
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1971 - Un Africain À Paris (Joe Harris)
1971 - Erst Seh'n (Joe Harris)
1971 - Eerst Zien En Dan Geloven (Joe Harris)
1971 - Chirpy Chirpy Cheep Cheep (Finnish Version) (Koivistolaiset)
Where´s your momma gone (Where´s your momma gone) Little baby gone (Little baby gone) Where´s your momma gone (Where´s your momma gone) Far far away far
Where´s your poppa gone (Where´s your poppa gone) Little baby gone (Little baby gone) Where´s your poppa gone (Where´s your poppa gone) Far far away, far far awayayay...
Last night I heard my momma singing this song Ooh wee chirpy chirpy cheep cheep Woke up this morning and my momma was gone Ooh wee chirpy chirpy cheep cheep Chirpy chirpy cheep cheep chirp
Where´s your momma gone (Where´s your momma gone) Little baby gone (Little baby gone) Where´s your momma gone (Where´s your momma gone) Far far away Where´s your poppa gone (Where´s your poppa gone) Little baby gone (Little baby gone) Where´s your poppa gone (Where´s your poppa gone) Far far away far far awayayay...
Last night I heard my momma singing this song Ooh wee chirpy chirpy cheep cheep Woke up this morning and my momma was gone Ooh wee chirpy chirpy cheep cheep Chirpy chirpy cheep cheep chirp
Last night I heard my momma singing this song Ooh wee chirpy chirpy cheep cheep Woke up this morning and my momma was gone Ooh wee chirpy chirpy cheep cheep Chirpy chirpy cheep cheep chirp
Last night I heard my momma singing this song Ooh wee chirpy chirpy cheep cheep Woke up this morning and my momma was gone Ooh wee chirpy chirpy cheep cheep Chirpy chirpy cheep cheep chirp
Last night I heard my momma singing this song Ooh wee chirpy chirpy cheep cheep Woke up this morning and my momma was gone Ooh wee chirpy chirpy cheep cheep Chirpy chirpy cheep cheep chirp
Last night I heard my momma singing this song Ooh wee chirpy chirpy cheep cheep Woke up this morning .........
Red Hot Memory Composer(s): Kenny Dale Performer(s): Kenny Dale
You didn't like the way I up and left you I must admit it's really not my style But when you mentioned wedding bells, I started running And I won't even slow down for a thousand miles
I'd be a fool again for falling in love with someone When my heart can't let go I can't be free, I've got this red hot memory Burning in my soul and my heart can't let go
A red hot memory that won't grow colder A heart that's been a slave to that old flame I'd rather face them rattlesnakes as big as Dallas Before I'll ever take a chance on love again
I'd be a fool again for falling in love with someone When my heart can't let go I can't be free, I've got this red hot memory Burning in my soul and my heart can't let go Burning in my soul and my heart can't let go
The Money Song Composer(s): Harold Rome Performer(s): Dean Martin & Jerry Lewis
If you got it you don't need it If you need it you don't got it You don't get shame on you Funny, funny, funny, what money can do
Them that have it get more of it Less they need it the more they love it And it sticks to them like glue Funny, funny, funny, what money can do
Ask the rich man he'll confess Money can't buy happiness Ask the poor man he don't doubt But he'd rather be miserable with than without
If you spend it please be wiser If you save it you're a miser You don't want it you're cuckoo Funny, funny, funny, what money can do
Jerry Lewis: La La Money Dean Martin: Oh, shut up Jerry, what are you doing? JL: I'm singing DM: This is singing? JL: Don't you like it? DM: No I don't like it. You want to sing with me? JL: Can I sing with you? DM: Sure you can JL: All right
DM: If I do not need it badly JL: Folks will give it to you gladly DM: But I need it JL: Nuts to you DM: Funny, funny, funny, what money can do
DM: If I am lucky and I make it JL: You'll be frightened DM: But who can take it JL: The Internal Revenoooooooo DM: Funny, funny, funny, what money can do
DM: Birds don't got it, still they sing JL: Eating winds up on the wing DM: Ideal lives some folks affirm JL: So, okay, you're a bird, but suppose you're a worm DM: It's a bad thing, oh yes very JL: For the germs and sanitary DM: Will you have some JL: Oh, thank you Both: Funny, funny, funny, what money can do
DM: If I got it JL: Who's got it? DM: I don't need it JL: But I need it DM: If you need it JL: And I need it DM: You don't got it JL: But I want it DM: You can't get it, shame on you JL: What can I do? Both: Funny, funny, funny, what money can do
DM: Them that have it JL: Where'd they get it? DM: Get more of it JL: Can they keep it? DM: The less they need it JL: Who don't need it? DM: The more they love it JL: And how they love it DM: And it sticks to them like glue JL: Boo hoo Both: Funny, funny, funny, what money can do Money, money we love you Funny, funny, funny, what you can do
Un Africain À Paris
((Adapted from: Chirpy Chirpy, Cheep Cheep (Lally Stott) - 1970))
Composer(s): Lally Stott - Yves Dessca
Performer(s): Joe Harris - 1971
Versions In Other Languages:
1971 - Erst Seh'n (Joe Harris)
1971 - Eerst Zien En Dan Geloven (Joe Harris)
1971 - Chirpy Chirpy Cheep Cheep (Finnish Version) (Koivistolaiset)
Ma sacoche au dos (ma sacoche au dos) J'ai pris le bateau (j'ai pris le bateau) Je serai bientôt (je serai bientôt) Ma sacoche au dos (ma sacoche au dos) Je serai bientôt (je serai bientôt) À Paris! Ma sacoche au dos (ma sacoche au dos) J'ai pris le bateau (j'ai pris le bateau) Je serai bientôt (je serai bientôt) À Paris, à Paris!
J'en rêvais déjà quand je n'étais qu'un enfant Oh oh oui, mais c'est loin de l'Afrique Et pourtant je me sens un peu triste en m'en allant Oh oh oui, car c'est loin de l'Afrique Très loin pour un Africain!
Les Champs-Élysées (les Champs-Élysées) L'île de la Cité (l'île de la Cité) Je vais les trouver (je vais les trouver) À Paris! Dans quelques années (dans quelques années) Fier et licencié (fier et licencié) Je m'en reviendrai (je m'en reviendrai) De Paris, de Paris!
J'en rêvais déjà quand je n'étais qu'un enfant Oh oh oui, mais c'est loin de l'Afrique Et pourtant je me sens un peu triste en m'en allant Oh oh oui, car c'est loin de l'Afrique Très loin pour un Africain!
Non, ne croyez pas que je parte éternellement Oh oh oui, ton cur est en Afrique Et même quand on ne la quitte pas pour très longtemps Oh oh oui, on n'oublie pas l'Afrique Quand on est un Africain!
Non, ne croyez pas que je parte éternellement Oh oh oui, ton cur est en Afrique Et même quand on ne la quitte pas pour très longtemps Oh oh oui, on n'oublie pas l'Afrique Quand on est un Africain
Non, ne croyez pas que je parte éternellement Oh oh oui, ton cur est en Afrique Et même quand on ne la quitte pas pour très longtemps
Red Hot Mama Composer(s): George Clinton; Grace Cook; Eddie Hazel; Bernie Worrell Performer(s): Funkadelic; and various other artists
Red hot mama from Louisiana Thumbin' her way to Savannah She been cooped up too long
Red hot mama lookin' to the city Taxi dancers and big time spenders She's been groovin'
Red hot mama was gettin' down Scoping the places where fun to be found She was smokin'
Ride on, red hot mama Girl, you sure look good to me Ride on, red hot mama Girl, you sure look good to me Ride on, red hot mama Girl, you sure look good to me Ride on, red hot mama Girl, you sure look good to me
Red hot mama was really bad She was badder than bad, bad as she want to be
Red hot mama was a real gas Doin' it good and doing it fast She was smokin'
Ride on, red hot mama Girl, you sure look good to me Ride on, red hot mama Girl, you sure look good to me Ride on, red hot mama Girl, you sure look good to me Ride on, red hot mama Girl, you sure look good to me
I'm not a bat or a rat or a cat I'm not a gnu or a kangaroo I'm not a goose or a moose on the loose I am a mole and I live in a hole
I'm not a cow or a chow or a sow I'm not a snake or a hake or a drake I'm not a flea or a wee chimpanzee I am a mole and I live in a hole
Yarg yarg, quarck quarck, fried boiled or roast You're the slick chick I dig the most I'm not a ram or a clam or a lamb I'm not a hog or a frog or a dog I'm not a bus or a hip-potomus I am a mole and I live in a hole
Yarg yarg, quarck quarck, fried boiled or roast You're the slick chick I dig the most I'm not a ram or a clam or a lamb I'm not a hog or a frog or a dog I'm not a bus or a hip-potomus I am a mole and I live in a hole I am a mole and I live in a hole
Eerst Zien En Dan Geloven ((Adapted from: Chirpy Chirpy, Cheep Cheep (Lally Stott) - 1970)) Composer(s): Lally Stott - Nelly Byl Performer(s): Joe Harris - 1971
Versions In Other Languages: 1971 - Un Africain À Paris (Joe Harris) 1971 - Erst Seh'n (Joe Harris) 1971 - Chirpy Chirpy Cheep Cheep (Finnish Version) (Koivistolaiset)
Meisjes zeggen gauw (Meisjes zeggen gauw) "'k Hou alleen van jou" ("'k Hou alleen van jou") Maar vergeten gauw (Maar vergeten gauw) Veel veel te gauw Meisjes zeggen gauw (Meisjes zeggen gauw) "'k Hou alleen van jou" ("'k Hou alleen van jou") Maar vergeten gauw (Maar vergeten gauw) Veel veel te gauw Veel veel te gauw En dan die meisjes die de hemel beloven Eerst zien en daarna geloven De dag nadien zijn je illusies vervlogen Eerst zien en daarna geloven Nooit geloven zonder zien Meisjes zeggen gauw (Meisjes zeggen gauw) "'k Hou alleen van jou" ("'k Hou alleen van jou") Maar vergeten gauw (Maar vergeten gauw) Veel veel te gauw Meisjes zeggen gauw: (Meisjes zeggen gauw) "'k Hou alleen van jou" ("'k Hou alleen van jou") Maar vergeten gauw (Maar vergeten gauw) Veel veel te gauw Veel veel te gauw Heilige Thomas zei aan wie het wou horen: "Eerst zien en daarna geloven Wie me bedriegen zal, is nog niet geboren Eerst zien en daarna geloven Nooit geloven zonder zien" Heilige Thomas zei aan wie het wou horen: "Eerst zien en daarna geloven Wie me bedriegen zal, is nog niet geboren Eerst zien en daarna geloven Nooit geloven zonder zien" Heilige Thomas zei aan wie het wou horen: "Eerst zien en daarna geloven Wie me bedriegen zal, is nog niet geboren Eerst zien en daarna geloven Nooit geloven zonder zien"...
Red Hot Composer(s): Billy Emerson Performer(s): Billy "The Kid" Emerson; and various other artists
My gal is red hot (Your gal ain't doodly-squat) Yeah, my gal is red hot (Your gal ain't doodly-squat) Well, she ain't got no money But man, she's a-really got a lot
Well, I got a gal, six feet four Sleeps in the kitchen with her feet out the door, but... My gal is red hot (Your gal ain't doodly-squat) Yeah, my gal is red hot (Your gal ain't doodly-squat) Well, she ain't got no money But man, she's a-really got a lot
Well, she walks all night, talks all day She's the kinda woman who'll have her way, but... My gal is red hot (Your gal ain't doodly-squat) Yeah, my gal is red hot (Your gal ain't doodly-squat) Well, she ain't got no money But man, she's a-really got a lot
Well, she's the kinda woman who louds around Spreadin' my business all over town, but... My gal is red hot (Your gal ain't doodly-squat) Yeah, my gal is red hot (Your gal ain't doodly-squat) Well, she ain't got no money But man, she's a-really got a lot
Well, she's a one man's woman, that's what I like But I wish she wasn't gonna change her mind everynight, but... My gal is red hot (Your gal ain't doodly-squat) Yeah, my gal is red hot (Your gal ain't doodly-squat) Well, she ain't got no money But man, she's a-really got a lot
The Modern World Composer(s): Paul Weller First release by: The Jam - 1977 Covered by multiple other artists
This is a modern world, this is the modern world What kind of a fool do you think I am? You think I know nothing of the modern world
All my life has been the same I've learned to live by hate and pain It's my inspiration drive
I've learned more than you'll ever know Even at school I felt quite sure That one day I would be on top
And I'd look down upon the map The teachers who said I'd be nothing This is the modern world that I've learnt about
This is the modern world, we don't need no one To tell us what's right or wrong This is the modern world
Say what you like 'cause I don't care I know where I am, and going too It's somewhere I won't preview
Don't have to explain myself to you I don't give two fucks about your review This is the modern world that I've learnt about
This is the modern world, we don't need no one To tell us what's right or wrong The modern world this is, this is, this is, this is, this is, this is, this is
Hey... we don't need no one, to tell us what's right or wrong
This is the modern world, this is the modern world
Chirpin' The Blues
Composer(s): Alberta Hunter
Performer(s): Alberta Hunter; Fletcher Henderson; Lena Wilson
I woke up this mornin', heard somebody calling me I woke up this mornin', heard somebody calling me My man had packed his grip, said he was leaving for Tennessee
Bad luck and trouble, looks like they're on me to stay Bad luck and trouble, looks like they're on me to stay But good luck is old fortune, and it's bound to fall my way
Lord I'm worried now, but I won't be worried long I said I'm worried now, but I won't be worried long It takes a worried woman to trust this worried song
If the blues where whiskey, I'd stay drunk all the time If the blues where whiskey, I'd stay drunk all the time Till the man I love would ease my troubled mind
Red Hot Composer(s): Frank Busey; John Duarte Performer(s): Mary Wilson
Ow! Red hot This feeling is red hot This feeling is red hot just for you Red hot The feeling is red hot This feeling is red hot just for you
If you find yourself at home Sitting all alone With nothing, with nothing to do Just pick up the phone And I'll be here at home Waiting, waiting to hear from you This feeling is red hot Too hot to stop This feeling is red hot Too hot to stop
Anytime at all Don't be afraid to call And baby, I'll coming running back to you Now I said anytime at all Don't be afraid to call And baby, I'll coming running back to you
Red hot The feeling is red hot This feeling is red hot just for you Red hot The feeling is red hot This feeling is red hot just for you This feeling is red hot Too hot to stop This feeling is red hot Too hot to stop
Anytime at all, now honey Don't be afraid to call, sugar And baby, I'll come running on back to you
Now listen to this, boy BEechwood 6-5789 Now you can call me any ole time 'Cause baby, I'll come running back to you
Anytime at all, now honey Don't be afraid to call, a-sugar A-baby, I'll come running back to you Red hot The feeling is red hot This feeling is red hot just for you
Anytime at all Don't be afraid to call I'll come running running Running running back to you
Beechwood 6-5789 You can call me any ole time 'Cause baby I'll come running back to you
Red hot Feeling red hot This feeling is red hot (baby) just for This feeling is red hot Feeling red hot This feeling is red hot (sugar) just for you (This feeling is) red hot Feeling red hot This feeling is red hot just for you Rock me baby, rock me, rock me
Anytime at all Don't be afraid to call I'll come running running Running running back to you
Chiquitita dis-moi pourquoi Quand la vie est triste à pleurer Tu gardes au fond de toi Tant de larmes et tant de secrets C'est l'automne d'un premier amour Mais l'amour tu sais n'y est pour rien Il y a toujours Un nouveau printemps qui revient
Chiquitita je sais trop bien La blessure d'un premier chagrin Fait mal très longtemps Mais tout passe avec le temps Et le temps dépasse Et remet l'amour à sa place Chiquitita je sais comme toi Le premier bonheur qui s'en va Fait mal très longtemps Mais tu vas chanter encore Et chanter plus fort Chanter pour toi Chiquitita
Chiquitita ferme les yeux Mets ta tête au creux de mes bras Là tu vas t'endormir Tout comme autrefois On n'oublie pas mais tu verras Tu vas retrouver ton sourire Demain tu voleras Dans le ciel de ton avenir
Chiquitita je sais trop bien La blessure d'un premier chagrin Fait mal très longtemps Mais tout passe avec le temps Et le temps dépasse Et remet l'amour à sa place Chiquitita je sais comme toi Le premier bonheur qui s'en va Fait mal très longtemps Mais tu vas chanter encore Et chanter plus fort Chanter pour toi Chiquitita
Chanter fort Et chanter encore Chanter pour toi Chiquitita
Chanter fort Et chanter encore Chanter pour toi Chiquitita
