Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Muppet Show Theme Composer(s): Jim Henson - Sam Pottle Performer(s): The Muppets and multiple other artists
It's time to play the music It's time to light the lights It's time to meet the Muppets on the Muppet Show tonight
It's time to put on makeup It's time to dress up right It's time to raise the curtain on the Muppet Show tonight
Why do we always come here I guess we'll never know It's like a kind of torture To have to watch the show
And now let's get things started Why don't you get things started It's time to get things started On the most sensational inspirational celebrational Muppetational This is what we call the Muppet Show
Christopher Columbus
Composer(s): Terry Gilkyson
Performer(s): Guy Mitchell; Terry Gilkyson
(Let me fly, fly, fly stormy water
Let me walk on the bottom of the rollin sea
Let me run, run, run around this great and fertile land
Cos this world aint big enough for me)
Columbus say to the Spanish King
Ill let you in on a mighty fine thing
I aim to prove that the world is round
United States aint never been found
(United States aint never been found)
Now gimme ships, old Columbus say
Ill sail to China the shorter way
The king, he say This world is flat
Sail too far and where you at?
Let me fly, fly, fly stormy water
Let me walk on the bottom of the rollin sea
(Let me run, run, run around this great and fertile land
Cos this world aint big enough for me, oh no)
The world aint big enough for me
Now Queen Isabella, she gave heed
Said Go buy the ships you need
Take my jewels but travel slow
Cos you might fall down to the world below.
(Might fall down to the world below)
Crew was a-yellin Turn back home
We aint ready for the Kingdom Come
Look-out hollered, Land I see,
Why theres the Statue of Liberty
Let me fly, fly, fly stormy water
Let me walk on the bottom of the rollin sea
Oh, let me run, run, run around this great and fertile land
Cos this world aint big enough for me
(Oh no)
The world aint big enough for me
Now all of the Indians come out then
To welcome Chris and the hungry men
Step right up and have a little bite
And the Rotary meets on Monday night
(Rotary meets on a Monday night)
Columbus sailed right home again
Ship load of gold for the Queen of Spain
King, he say, a-kickin at the ground
Always knowd that the world was round
Let me fly, fly, fly stormy water
Let me walk on the bottom of the rollin sea
(Let me run, run, run around this great and fertile land
Cos this world aint big enough for me Oh no)
The world aint big enough for me
The world... Aint big enough...
For me
Well, she's so fine, fine, fine She's so fine, fa-fa-fine She's so fi-i-i-i-i-ine She's so fine, fine, fine She's really sweet, the finest girl you ever wanna meet
Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Rrrr-Reet Petite, the finest girl you ever wanna meet
Well, have you ever seen a girl for whom your soul you'd give For whom you'd fight for, die for, pray to God you'd lie for She's so fine, she's so fine, she's really sweet The finest girl you ever wanna meet
Well, she really fills her clothes from her head to toe I want the world to know, I love her, love her so She's alright, she's alright, she's alright She loves me all the day and night
Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Rrrr-Reet Petite, the finest girl you ever wanna meet Oooohhhh
Well, she's like honey from a bee And like peaches from a tree I love her, need her to be so close to me She's alright, she's got what it takes She's got what it takes and with a-me she really rates
Well, oh, now she's my cutie, my tutti fruitti, My heart, my love, my bathin' beauty She's alright, she's got just what it takes She's got what it takes and with a-me she really rates
Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Rrrr-Reet Petite, the finest girl you ever wanna meet Rrrr-Reet Petite, the finest girl you ever wanna meet Rrrr-Reet Petite, the finest girl you ever wanna meet
Did My Heart Beat? Composer(s): Benee Russell - George W. Meyer - Pete Wendling Performer(s): Pat O'Malley
Did my heart beat The moment that I looked at you Did my heart beat And say that no-one else would do Just one little stumble Did I take a tumble And did I fall in love
Was my face red I hardly knew just what to say Was my face red I must have shown it every way Just one little stumble Did I take a tumble And did I fall in love
We talked awhile of this and that The night was so divine We walked awhile and then we sat Then suddenly your lips met mine
Did I run home And tell it to the family Did I run home To tell them you belong to me Just one little stumble Did I take a tumble And did I fall in love
Reelin' In The Years Composer(s): Walter Becker; Donald Fagen Performer(s): Steely Dan; Eddie M.; Marvelous 3
Your everlasting summer You can see it fading fast So you grab a piece of something That you think is gonna last You wouldn't know a diamond If you held it in your hand The things you think are precious I can't understand
Chorus: Are you reelin' in the years Stowin' away the time Are you gatherin' up the tears Have you had enough of mine
You been tellin' me you're a genius Since you were seventeen In all the time I've known you I still don't know what you mean The weekend at the college Didn't turn out like you planned The things that pass for knowledge I can't understand
Chorus
I spent a lot of money And I spent a lot of time The trip we made in Hollywood Is etched upon my mind After all the things we've done and seen You find another man The things you think are useless I can't understand
The Munsters Composer(s): Jack Marshall First performance: 1964
When you are walking down the street at night And behind you theres no one in view But you hear mysterious feet at night Then The Munsters are following you!
If you should meet this strange family Just forget what some people have said The Munsters may shake your hand clammily But they're not necessarily dead
Behind their house you musn't be afraid To see a figure digging with a spade! Perhaps someone didn't quite make the grade with The Munsters, with The Munsters
If when you're sleeping you dream a lot Ghoulish nightmares parade through your head And then you wake up and scream a lot Oh, The Munsters are under your bed!
At midnight if creatures should prowl about And if vampires and vultures swoop down And werewolves and feinds shreik and howl about Oh, The Munsters are out on the town!
One night I dared peak through their window screen My hair turned white at such a crazy scene! Because every evening its Halloween At The Munsters', at The Munsters'!
Christmas Time Is Here Composer(s): Vince Guaraldi; Lee Mendelson First release by: Vince Guaraldi Trio - 1965 Covered by various other artists
Christmas time is here
Happiness and cheer
Fun for all, that children call
Their favorite time of year
Snowflakes in the air
Carols everywhere
Olden times and ancient rhymes
Of love and dreams to share
Sleigh bells in the air
Beauty everywhere
Yuletide by the fireside
And joyful memories there
Christmas time is here
Families drawing near
Oh, that we could always see
Such spirit through the year
Sleigh bells in the air
Beauty everywhere
Yuletide by the fireside
And joyful memories there
Christmas time is here
Families drawing near
Oh, that we could always see
A favorite time of year
Reelin' And Rockin' French Version: Rock 'N' Road Composer(s): Chuck Berry Performer(s): Chuck Berry
Reelin' And Rockin'
Some-times I will, then again I think I won't Some-times I will, then again I think I won't Some- times I do, then again I think I don't
Well, I looked at my watch it was nine twenty one 'twas at a rock 'n' roll dance havin' nothin' but fun We were rollin' reelin' and a-rockin' We were reelin' and a-rockin' and rollin' till the break of dawn
Well, I looked at my watch, it was nine thirty-two There's nothin' I'd rather do than dance with you We were rollin', reelin' and a-rockin'...
Well, I looked at my watch, it was nine forty-three And every time I'd spin, she'd spin with me We were reelin', reelin' and a-rockin', ...
Well, I looked at my watch, it was nine fifty-four I said, "Dance ballerina girl, go, go, go!" We were rollin, reelin' and a-rockin' ...
Well, I looked at my watch, it was ten o-five, Man, I didn't know whether I was dead or alive! But I was rollin', reelin' and a-rockin'....
Well, I looked at my watch, it was ten twenty-six But I'm a keep on dancin' till I got my kicks! We were reelin', reelin' and a-rockin'.....
Well, I looked at my watch, it was ten twenty-eight I gotta get my kicks before it gets too late! We were reelin', reelin' and a-rockin' ....
Well, I looked at my watch, it was ten twenty-nine I had to hold her hand, she was still holdin' mine! We were reelin', reelin' and a-rockin'. ....
Well, I looked at my watch, and to my surprise, I was dancin' with a woman who was twice my size! We were reelin', reelin' and a-rockin' .....
Well, I looked at my watch, and it was time to go The band leader said, "We ain't playin' no mo'!" We were reelin', reelin', and a-rockin'....
Ballad Of Forty Dollars Composer(s): Tom T. Hall First release by: Tom T. Hall - 1968 Covered by multiple other artists
The man who preached the funeral Said it really was a simple way to die He laid down to rest one afternoon And never opened up his eyes They hired me and Fred and Joe To dig the grave and carry up some chairs It took us seven hours And I guess we must have drunk a case of beer
I guess I ought to go and watch them put 'im down But I don't own a suit And anyway when they start talkin' about The fire in Hell, well, I get spooked So, I'll just sit here in my truck And act like I don't know 'im when they pass Anyway, when they're all through I've got to go to work and mow the grass
Well, here they come and who's that Ridin' in that big ol' shiny limousine Mmh! look at all that chrome, I do believe That that's the sharpest thing I've seen That must belong to his great uncle Someone said he owned a big ol' farm When they get parked I'll mosey down and look it over, that won't do no harm
Well, that must be the widow in the car And would you take a look at that That sure is a pretty dress You know some women do look good in black Well, he's not even in the ground And they say that his truck is up for sale They say she took it pretty hard But you can't tell too much behind the veil
Well, listen ain't that pretty When the bugler plays the Military "Taps" I think that when you's in the war They always (hide 'n) play a song like that Well, here I am and there they go And I guess you'd have to call it my bad luck I hope he rests in peace, the trouble is The fellow owes me forty bucks
Reefer Man Composer(s): Andy Razaf; J. Russel Robinson Performer(s): Cab Calloway; and various other artists
"Man what's the matter with that cat there?" "must be full of reefer" "full of reefer?!" "yea man" "you mean that cat's high?!" "sailing" "sailing" "sailing lightly" "get away from here Man is that the reefer man?" "that's the reefer man" "I believe he's losing his mind" "I think he's lost his mind!"
Oh have you ever met that funny reefer man reefer man have you ever met that funny reefer man reefer man If he said he swam to China, and he sell you South Carolina then you know your talkin' to that reefer man Have you ever met funny reefer man reefer man Have you ever met funny reefer man reefer man If he said he walks the ocean, any time he takes the notion then you know your talkin' to reefer man
Have you ever met this funny reefer man reefer man oh baby baby baby reefer man reefer man If he trades you dimes for nickles and calls watermellons pickles then you know your talkin' to that reefer man Have you ever met funny reefer man reefer man Have you ever met funny reefer man reefer man If he takes a sudden mania he'll want to give you Pennsylvania oh you know your talking to the reefer man
Have you ever met funny reefer man reefer man Have you ever met funny reefer man reefer man If he said one sweet is funny because he won't sell me Atlantic then you know your talkin' to that reefer man
The Muffin Man Composer(s): Ella Fitzgerald Performer(s): Ella Fitzgerald
Oh do you know the Muffin Man The Muffin Man, the Muffin Man Do you know the Muffin Man Who dwells in Drury Lane Oh, yes, I know the Muffin Man The Muffin Man, the Muffin Man Yes, I know the Muffin Man Who dwells in Drury Lane
He's never in a hurry Never has a worry Bringin' joy to everyone Then he knows his work is done Oh, you should know the Muffin Man The Muffin Man, the Muffin Man You should know the Muffin Man Who dwells in Drury Lane
Christmas is sleigh bells, Christmas is sharing Christmas is holly, Christmas is caring...
Christmas is children who just can't go to sleep Christmas is mem'ries, the kind you always keep Deck the halls and give a cheer For all the things that Christmas is each year
Christmas, Merry Christmas When all your wishes come true
Christmas is carols to warm you in the snow Christmas is bedtime where no one wants to go All the world is tinsel bright So glad to know that Christmas is tonight
Christmas, Merry Christmas When all your wishes come true
Christmas, Merry Christmas May all your wishes come true
Christmas, Merry Christmas May all your wishes come true
Christmas is sleigh bells, Christmas is sharing Christmas is holly, Christmas is caring...
Rednecks, White Socks And Blue Ribbon Beer Composer(s): Chuck Neese; Bob McDill; Wayland Holyfield Performer(s): Johnny Russell; Hit Crew; Hank Thompson
There's no place that I'd rather be than right here With my red necks, white socks and blue ribbon beer The bar-maid is mad 'cause some guy made a pass The juke box is playin' there stands the glass And the cig-a-rette smoke kind-a hangs in the air Red-necks, white socks and blue rib-bon beer
A cow-boy is cus-sin' the pin-ball ma-chine A drunk at the bar is get-tin' nois-y and mean And, some guy on the phone says i'll be home soon dear Red-necks white socks and blue rib-bon beer
No we don't fit in with that white col-lar crowd We're a lit-tle too row-dy and a little too loud There's no place that I'd rath-er be than right here With my red-necks white socks and blue rib-bon beer
The sem-is are pass-ing on the high-way out-side The four thir-ty crowd is a-bout to ar-rive The sun's go-in' down and we'll all soon be here Red-necks, white socks and blue rib-bon beer
No we don't fit in with that white col-lar crowd We're a lit-tle too row-dy and a little too loud There's no place that I'd rath-er be than right here With my red-necks white socks and blue rib-bon beer
There's no place that I'd rather be than right here With my red-necks, white socks and blue rib-bon beer
The Mountains Of Mourne Composer(s): William Percy French - Dr. W. Houston Collisson Performer(s): Peter Dawson - 1928 and multiple other artists
Oh, Mary this London's a wonderful sight With people here workin' by day and by night They don't sow potatoes, nor barley, nor wheat But there's gangs of them diggin' for gold in the street At least when I asked them that's what I was told So I just took a hand at this diggin' for gold But for all that I found there I might as well be Where the Mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea
I believe that when writin' a wish you expressed As to how the fine ladies in London were dressed Well, if you'll believe me, when asked to a ball They don't wear no top to their dresses at all Oh, I've seen them meself and you could not in truth Say that if they were bound for a ball or a bath Don't be startin' them fashions, now Mary McCree Where the Mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea
I've seen England's King from the top of a bus And I never knew him, though he means to know us And though by the Saxon we once were oppressed Still, I cheered, God forgive me, I cheered with the rest And now that he's visited Erin's green shore We'll be much better friends than we've been heretofore When we've got all we want, we're as quiet as can be Where the Mountains o' Mourne sweep down to the sea
You remember young Peter O'Loughlin, of course Well, now here he's over here at the head of the Force I met him to-day, I was crossin' the Strand And he stopped the whole street with one wave of his hand And there we stood talking of days that are gone While the whole population of London looked on But for all these great powers, he's wishful like me To be back where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea
There's beautiful girls here, oh, never you mind With beautiful shapes nature never designed And lovely complexions all roses and cream But let me remark with regard to the same That if that those roses you venture to sip The colours might all come away on your lip So I'll wait for the wild rose that's waitin' for me In the place where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea
Christine's Tune (aka Devil In Disguise)
Composer(s): Gram Parsons - Chris Hillman
First release by: The Flying Burrito Brothers - 1969
Covered by multiple other artists
She's a devil in disguise You can see it in her eyes She's telling dirty lies She's a devil in disguise In disguise
Now a woman like that all she does is hate you She doesn't know what makes a man a man She'll talk about the time that she's been with you She'll speak your name to everyone she can
She's a devil in disguise You can see it in her eyes She's telling dirty lies She's a devil in disguise In disguise
Unhappiness has been her close companion Her world is full of jealously and doubt It gets her off to see a person crying She's just the kind that you can do without
She's a devil in disguise You can see it in her eyes She's telling dirty lies She's a devil in disguise In disguise
Her number always turns up in your pocket Whenever you are looking for a dime It's all right to call her, but I'll bet you The moon is full and you're just wasting time.
She's a devil in disguise You can see it in her eyes She's telling dirty lies She's a devil in disguise In disguise
Rednecks Composer(s): Randy Newman Performer(s): Randy Newman
Last night I saw Lester Maddox on a TV show With some smart-ass New York Jew And the Jew laughed at Lester Maddox And the audience laughed at Lester Maddox too Well, he may be a fool but he's our fool If they think they're better than him they're wrong So I went to the park and I took some paper along And that's where I made this song
We talk real funny down here We drink too much and we laugh too loud We're too dumb to make it in no Northern town And we're keepin' the niggers down
We got no-necked oilmen from Texas And good ol' boys from Tennessee And colleges men from LSU Went in dumb - come out dumb too Hustlin' 'round Atlanta in their alligator shoes Gettin' drunk every weekend at the barbecues And they're keepin' the niggers down
Chorus We're rednecks, rednecks And we don't know our ass from a hole in the ground We're rednecks, we're rednecks And we're keeping the niggers down
Now your northern nigger's a Negro You see he's got his dignity Down here we're too ignorant to realize That the North has set the nigger free
Yes he's free to be put in a cage In Harlem in New York City And he's free to be put in a cage in the South-Side of Chicago And the West-Side And he's free to be put in a cage in Hough in Cleveland And he's free to be put in a cage in East St. Louis And he's free to be put in a cage in Fillmore in San Francisco And he's free to be put in a cage in Roxbury in Boston They're gatherin' 'em up from miles around Keepin' the niggers down
The Mountain's High ((French Version: Non Ne Lui Dis Pas (Les Chaussettes Noires) - 1962)) Composer(s): Dick St. John First release by: Dick and Deedee - 1961
The mountain's high and the valley's so deep Can't get across to the other side Don't you give up baby, don't you cry Don't you give up til I reach the other side I was lonely baby, I couldn't sleep The night they tood you from my side I was a lonely soul until you became my goal And then I saw the spark of love And then the stars fell from up above, oh yeah I know someday we will meet again But I don't k ow exactly where or when But baby, if fate has its way We'll meet again some other day
Christine Sixteen
Composer(s): Gene Simmons
First release by: Kiss - 1977
Covered by multiple other artists
She's got me dizzy, she sees me through to the end
She's got me in her hands and there's no use in pretending
Christine sixteen, Christine sixteen
She drives me crazy, I want to give her all I've got
And she's hot every day and night, there is no doubt about it
Christine sixteen, Christine sixteen
I don't usually say things like this to girls your age
but when I saw you coming out of the school that day
that day I knew, I knew, I've got to have you, I've got to have you
She's' been around, but she's young and clean
I've got to have her, can't live without her, whoo no
Christine sixteen, Christine sixteen
Christine, Christine, sixteen, sixteen
Christine, yeah, yeah
So clean, Christine, sixteen, sixteen
Christine, yeah, Christine, yeah, yeah
Christine, Christine, sixteen, sixteen
Christine, yeah, Christine, yeah, yeah
Christine, Christine, sixteen, sixteen
Christine, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Christine, Christine, sixteen, sixteen
Christine, yeah, yeah, yeah
Christine, Christine, sixteen, sixteen
Christine, yeah, yeah, yeah
Christine, Christine, sixteen, sixteen, Christine, yeah, yeah
Christine, Christine, sixteen, sixteen
Christine, yeah, yeah, yeah
