Zondag 4 februari 1996
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Zaterdag 3 februari 1996
A Little Voice
A Little Voice
Composer(s): Gluck - Lester
Performer(s): Dean Martin
A little voice deep within me
Says our romace is through
I've been suspicious lately
Your coldness gave me the clue
A little voice deep within me
Says we're drifting apart
The way you say "I love you"
No longer comes from your heart
I wanna hear you tell me that your love still is strong
I want those old embraces to prove my fears are wrong
You'll find that someday if you'll leave me
I will know how how to cry
But that little voice within me
Won't know how to tell you goodbye
But that little voice within me
Won't know how to tell you goodbye
Zaterdag 3 februari 1996
Hot Rod Boogie
Hot Rod Boogie
Composer(s): Dorse Lewis
Performer(s): Dorse Lewis
Rock It Boys!
Now I went to the junk yard the other day
Justta take a load a scrap iron away
Now I got off to a pretty good start
when I traded my junk for some used car parts
I took 'em home and I never stopped
'n' I put 'em together, and here's what I've got
(setta dice...shake, rattle and roll, roll 'er boys)
Now, the cab and chassis of a model-A
and the springs and shackels of a Chevrolet
A Mercury motor and a Dodge rear end
and the fenders off an old Terraplane
Fuel pump off a GMC and the windshield off an ol' Model-T
Two big axles, one-a them dead
off a Studebaker 'n' a President (split axles makes it boogie)
Now, it's got a Crosley tire and a Cadillac tube
a Buick carbureter and a Henry J hood (all parts interchange)
Plymouth radiator and Chrysler lights
'n' a generator off an old Willys Knight
The gearshift up on the steering wheel
and the emergency off an Olds-O-Mobile, a Rocket 88 (rock it boys)
Now it's got the Kaiser looks 'n' the Frazer shape
a Pontiac horn 'n' Packard licence plates (violatin')
When I flunged it together I had a lot of fun
everybody asked me, "do you think that'll run?"
Well I got it to run and I started to town
and a motorcycle cop aimed to chase me down
I knew he's close't, I could see in the mirror
I said "heck, bud, I'm still in second gear"
So I give it the gas, 'n' with m'double clutch
and I left him not a-makin' much (about a hunderd and four)
When the speedometer hit a hunderd and five
I felt it drop into overdrive
and then it started viberatin', shimmyin' 'n' goin' inta the boogie
Now its top speed I'd hate to try to tell
because I think it's faster'n jet propelled
Don't ask me to buy 'cause I won't sell my Hot Rod
but if you want to take a ride just drop me a line
If you got the money honey, I've got the time (we'll go hotroddin')
Vrijdag 2 februari 1996
A Little TLC
A Little TLC
Composer(s): Lynsey de Paul - Terry Britten
Performer(s): Kidd Video (Bryan Scott)
I got your heart, baby, you got mine
We got a love of a different kind
The kind of love that will stand the test
'Cause you give your best...tenderness
There's not a thing, baby, we can't do
If we're together, we'll see it through
I got your heart and your sweet caress
Nothing less! tenderness
A little TLC, from you to me
TLC...Tender Loving Care
A little tender loving care
You give your love, you give everything
You let me know what you're feeling
You put an end to my emptiness
My SOS, for tenderness
A little TLC, from you to me
TLC...Tender Loving Care
A little tender loving care
(Give me T!) The tenderness, nothing less
(L!) The love that I need
(Give me C!) Sweet caress, love care and tenderness
(T... L... C!) All I need's a little...
A little TLC, from you to me
TLC...Tender Loving Care
A little tender loving care
Vrijdag 2 februari 1996
Hot Rod Race, Navy Style
Hot Rod Race, Navy Style
Composer(s): Roger Woodward
Performer(s): Woodward Brothers
Well me and my buddy, ol' Swabby Joe
took off in a can from ol' Sassbo
The chow was poor 'n' the fuel was low
but the doggone can could really go
Along about in the middle of the night
we were steamin' along like a tin can might
when a cruiser behind us blinked her lights
blew her whistle and pulled to the right
Well we had twin screws on our old can
which makes you think that we're in a jam
but f'you swabs who don't get this kinda jive
we had six boilers with overdrive
Now we're tin can men, and we likely knew
that we'd race all night, 'less somethin blew
The stern was down from the turn of the screws
as on through the waves we flew and flew
Our exec was pale, he said he was sick
but us tin can men knew he was just a hick
Why should we worry, what the heck
that cruiser 'n' us were still neck-and-neck
Yes on through the ocean we did glide
a'flyin' low with the throttle wide
Our skipper screamed and the crew they cried
but the doggone cruiser was still right beside
Well we looked over the fantail, where sumpin' was a comin'
we thought it was a jet by the way it was a hummin'
It was a'comin' along at a terrible pace
and we knew right then was the end of this race
As it steamed passed us we looked the other way
and the cruiser's crew, they had nothin' to say
For there goin' by was a reserve JG
pushin' a hopped-up LST
Donderdag 1 februari 1996
A Little Thing Like Love
A Little Thing Like Love
Composer(s): Allan Clarke - Tony Macaulay
Performer(s): The Hollies
Took you from Dakota from the Black Hills to the plains
I brought you up a lady and the right way to behave
Turned my pockets inside-out and not a dime was saved
and now you're trying to decide whether to go or stay
Don't let a little thing like love keep on bringing you down, my babe
or ever change the plans you made
Don't let a little thing like tears keep on turning you 'round, my babe
You're old enough to change your ways
And if you're feeling all run down, you look for the brighter lights uptown
Don't let a little thing like me ever stand in your way
Took you on a fast train across the Rio Grande
a Mexicano wedding with a Tijuana band
You blew my whole life savings and all the gold I'd panned
So if you're trying to find a way to say your sweet goodbyes
You're old enough to change your ways
And if you're feeling all run down
you look for the right to light the town
Don't let a little thing like me
ever stand in your way
Don't let a little thing like love
Donderdag 1 februari 1996
Hot Rod Race No.5
Hot Rod Race No.5 (aka The Kid In The Model-A)
Composer(s): Arkie Shibley
Performer(s): Arkie Shibley
I'm just the kid from the hot rod race
the one that the cops wouldn't even chase
I didn't think they'd get so hot
I's just drivin' along in my hopped-up pot
When I saw two cars on the road ahead
a-racin' like mad, to myself I said
"I'll have some fun an' pass 'em by far
they think they're so hot in their brand new cars"
I let her out a little bit more
I pushed the foot clean to the floor
"I'll show those guys who's in top place
I'll really give 'em a hot rod race
I bent a little further over the wheel
and felt the floorboard beneath my heel
I heard the sudden roar of my old exhaust pipe
I knew right then the race they'd fight
I rolled up behind 'em an' give 'em a blast
to let 'em know I's about to pass
but they didn't budge, and their wild, mad ride
they stayed ahead an' was side-by-side
So I took to the ditch to get by the flight
I scattered sand to the left and sand to the right
It didn't even slow their speed
my Model-A has what I need
Now I passed up the guys in that race
I've got us back to a normal pace
I got her by without a spill
whoa, boy, it was quite a thrill
If ya ever get mad at a hot rod kid
remember the things that once't you did
when you were young, carefree and gay
and had a hopped-up Model-A
Woensdag 31 januari 1996
A Little Street Where Old Friends Meet
A Little Street Where Old Friends Meet
Composer(s): Gus Kahn - Harry Woods
Performer(s): Nat "King" Cole
and multiple other artists
It's just a little street
Where old friends meet
I'd love to wander back
Someday
To you, it may be old
And sort of tumbled down,
But it means a lot to folks
In my hometown
Although I'm rich or poor
I still feel sure
I'm welcome as the flowers in May
It's just a little street
Where old friends meet
And treat you in the same old way
Although I'm rich or poor
I still feel sure
I'm welcome as the flowers in May
It's just a little street
Where old friends meet
And treat you in the same old way
Woensdag 31 januari 1996
Hot Rod Race No.4
Hot Rod Race No.4 (aka The Guy In The Mercury)
Composer(s): George Wilson
Performer(s): Arkie Shibley
You've heard'a the guy an' his brother Joe
who took off in their Ford from San Pedro
an' how they raced through deserts wide
with a Mercury that stayed right by their side
Now I'm the guy who was in that Merc
an' I'm callin' myself all kind of a jerk
for ever tryin' that kind've a race
I might have known I'd lose my face
But the road was straight 'n' the road was wide
'n' me 'n' that Ford stayed side by side
I stuck to him through thick an' thin
but I knew all the time I's riskin' my skin
When the hopped-up Model-A blew a'past
I wondered then how long it would last
but I didn't have too long to wait
to see what would happen, to learn my fate
The cop's heads, who spun in fright
got on their bikes an' took to flight
They came up behind me with a siren blast
I knew right then my fun had passed
The guy in the Ford kept racin' on
he was tryin' to catch that son-of-a-gun
who was drivin' that hot rod Model-A
but I didn't have a thing to say
Now I'm sittin' here alone in the klink
with plenty of time to wonder and think
I pace the floor, I frume an' fret
I don't even have a cigarette
Oh, why did I ever get in that race
to end up here in this awful place?
Should have had more sense, is all I can say
don't ever race with a kid in a hopped-up Model-A
Dinsdag 30 januari 1996
A Little On The Lonely Side
A Little On The Lonely Side
Composer(s): Frank Weldon - Dick Robertson - James Cavanaugh
Performer(s): Harry Kaye
and multiple other artists
I’m a little on the lonely
A little on the lonely side
I keep thinking of you only
And wishing you were by my side
You know my dear when you’re not here
There’s no one to romance with
So if I’m seen with someone else
It’s just someone to dance with
Every letter that you send me
I read a dozen times or more
Any wonder that I love you more and more
Oh how I miss your tender kiss
And long to hold you tight
I’m a little on the lonely side tonight
Dinsdag 30 januari 1996
Hot Rod Race No.3
Hot Rod Race No.3 (aka Arkie Meets The Judge)
Composer(s): Arkie Shibley; Leon Kelley; Jackie Hayes
Performer(s): Arkie Shibley
Now me and my wife and my brother Joe
were home asleep in San Pedro
when the doorbell ring and I run to the door
there stood a cop, and he sure was sore
"You're under arrest, you're goin' to the klink
for wreckless drivin' and raisin' such a stink
So grab your hat and hurry, too
the judge wants to have a little talk with you"
He put me in the wagon and locked the door
I thought I'd never see my wife no more
The cops finally got me but what the heck
me and the Mercury stayed neck-and-neck
We got to the station and he took me inside
the cop he told me it was the end of the ride
We went down the hall and opened the door
and there was the judge in the middle of the floor
He took my driver license and all my money too
and said "six months I'm a-givin' to you"
But I don't care, but what the heck
me and that Mercury stayed neck-and-neck
Now I'm a-sittin' in my cell, all broken-hearted
and the six-months has barely started
But I'm not the only one that's feelin' blue
'cause the guy that drove the Mercury is in here too
The cops is still looking both night and day
for the kid in the hopped-up Model-A
They say they'll catch him but I don't think it's so
'cause that Model-A can fairly go
Now I'll be outta here in some of these days
'n' I'll hunt the kid in the Model-A
And he'll be the one that'll hafta pray
'cause I'm gonna get me a hopped-up Model-A
Maandag 29 januari 1996
A Little Night Dancin'
A Little Night Dancin'
Composer(s): John Cougar Mellencamp
Performer(s): John Cougar Mellencamp
Well west of Zion
They got a hot spot brewing
Handcuffs and kisses
For the people who live there
Guitar player's playing
Cinderella saying
Hey boys get that spoon to my nose
And we'll run through the midnight air
Night, night, whoa night dancin'
Hey just a little, little, little night dancin'
Night, night, whoa night dancin'
Hey just a little, little, little night dancin'
Sodom and Gomorah
They run the roadhouse
They keep everything jumping
As the drummer keeps the beat
And it's really something when those kids start bitchin'
Yeah it starts me itching
As I jump to my feet to go
Night, night, whoa night dancin'
Hey just a little, little, little night dancin'
Night, night, whoa night dancin'
Hey just a little, little, little night dancin'
Night, night, whoa night dancin'
Hey just a little, little, little night dancin'
Night, night, whoa night dancin'
Hey just a little, little, little night dancin'
Maandag 29 januari 1996
Hot Rod Race No.2
Hot Rod Race No.2
Composer(s): Arkie Shibley; Leon Kelley; Jackie Hayes
Performer(s): Arkie Shibley
Now me and my wife and my brother Joe
are back home safe in San Pedro
My tires are wore out 'n' my gas is low
and my doggone Ford'll just barely go
My twin pipes are busted, I'm really in a rut
one carburetors a'leakin and the other one's stuck
my overdrive's slippin, it won't stand the pace
my oil she's a drippin' outta the busted crankcase
The top is tore 'n' it shore does leak
'n' the springs are stickin' up through the seat
The wind blew in and chilled my bride
but me and that Mercury stayed side by side
Now she rattles and smokes like an old diesel truck
I made it home though, I guess it was luck
'cause my bearings were busted, my radiator too
and my fan belt was broke 'bout half in two
My brother's still pale 'n' my wife's still sick
my old Ford's nothin' but a wreck
but I don't worry for what the heck
Me and that Mercury stayed neck-and-neck
A Ford's a good car, and mighty fast too
but this one is shot 'n' there's nothin' ta do
so I thought it over and here's what I'll do
I'm gonna trade it off, now wouldn't you?
The guy that gets it, he's gonna be sore
an' he won't like me any more
but why should I worry, for what the heck
me and that Mercury stayed neck-and-neck
But we had a good race 'n' I'll remember the day
that me and that Mercury went out to play
an' there's one more thing I'd like to say
don't try to beat a kid in a hopped-up Model-A
Zondag 28 januari 1996
A Little More Wine
A Little More Wine
Composer(s): Chris Youlden
Performer(s): Savoy Brown
Oh, I'd be a rich man if I had all the money I owe
But to have that much I oughta' help them sell my soul
One and one make two, two and two make four
That figure don't drive the rent man from the door
Just got time for a little more wine
Just got time for a little more wine
One day I'll see my way to clear up the trouble and strife
I'll get a little joy, a little joy in my life
I think about the good times, the memories don't come [clear]
I feel like I'm goin', I'm goin' just a little down [hill/here?]
I just got time for a little more wine
I just got time for a little more wine
But when I do remember the hopes I used to have
My face lights up and I crack a little smile
When I reach the end of my workin' life
I'll sit and say 'I wonder was it all worthwhile?'
I just got time for a little more wine
I just got time for a little more wine
But when I do remember the hopes I used to have
My face lights up and I crack a little smile
When I reach the end of my workin' life
I'll sit and say 'I wonder was it all worthwhile?'
Just got time for a little more wine
Just got time for a little more wine
Zondag 28 januari 1996
Hot Rod Race
Hot Rod Race
Composer(s): George Wilson
Performer(s): Arkie Shibley;
and various other artists
Now me and my wife and my brother Joe
took off in my Ford from San Pedro
We hadn't much gas 'n' the tires was low
but the doggone Ford could really go
Now along about the middle of the night
we were rippin' along like white folks might
when a Mercury behind he blinked his lights
and he honked his horn and he flew outside
We had twin pipes and a Columbia butt
you people may think that I'm in a rut
but to you folks who don't dig the jive
that's two carburetors and an overdrive
We made grease spots outta many good town
and left the cops heads spinnin' round 'n' round
They wouldn't chase, they'd run and hide
but me and that Mercury stayed side by side
Now we were Ford men and we likely knew
that we would race until somethin' blew
and we thought it over
now, wouldn't you?
I looked down at my lovely bride
her face was blue, I thought she'd died
We left streaks through towns about forty feet wide
but me and that Mercury stayed side by side
My brother was pale, he said he was sick
he said he was just a nervous wreck
But why should I worry, for what the heck
me and that Mercury was still neck-and-neck
Now on through the deserts we did glide
a-flyin' low and a-flyin' wide
me an' that Mercury was a-takin' a ride
and we stayed exactly side by side
Now I looked in my mirror and I saw somethin' comin'
I thought it was a plane by the way it was a-runnin'
It was a-hummin' along at a terrible pace
and I knew right then it was the end of the race
When it flew by us, I turned the other way
the guy in the Mercury had nothin' to say
for it was a kid, in a hopped up Model-A
Zaterdag 27 januari 1996
Little More Love
Little More Love
Composer(s): John Farrar
Performer(s): Olivia Newton-John
Night is draggin' her feet
I wait alone in the heat
I know, know that you'll have your way
Till you have to go home
No's a word I can't say
Cause it gets me nowhere to tell you no
And it gets me nowhere to make you go
Will a little more love make you start depending
Will a little more love bring a happy ending
Will a little more love make it right?
Will a little more love make it right?
Where, where did my innocence go?
How, how was a young girl to know?
I'm trapped, trapped in the spell of your eyes
In the warmth of your arms
In the web of your lies
But it gets me nowhere to tell you no
And it gets me nowhere to make you go
Will a little more love make you start depending
Will a little more love bring a happy ending
Will a little more love make it right?
Will a little more love make it right?
Zaterdag 27 januari 1996
Hot Rod Mama
Hot Rod Mama
Composer(s): Marc Bolan
Performer(s): Tyrannosaurous Rex
Hot rod mama moving
like a motor cycle devil in a race
Blown out my mind, I can't keep up the pace
I'm selling all my midnight
still broke and living on the ground
My gone little mama cut out without a sound
With my greased-up levis
baseball boots above my head
If it wasn't such a tragedy I might wish I was dead
She took my ice-cream mustang
and my purple colored Dodgeville
She even took my panpipes and my elixir of life pill
Vrijdag 26 januari 1996
Skandal Im Sperrbezirk
Skandal Im Sperrbezirk
Composer(s): Günther Sigl
Performer(s): Spider Murphy Gang
In München steht ein Hofbräuhaus
doch Freudenhäuser müssen raus
damit in dieser schönen Stadt
das Laster keine Chance hat
Doch jeder ist gut informiert
weil Rosi täglich inseriert
und wenn dich deine Frau nicht liebt
wie gut das es die Rosi gibt
Und draussen vor der grossen Stadt
stehn die Nutten sich die Füsse platt
Skandal im Sperrbezirk
Skandal im Sperrbezirk
Skandal - Skandal um Rosi
Ja Rosi hat ein Telefon
auch ich hab ihre Nummer schon
unter 32-16-8
herrscht Konjunktur die ganze Nacht
Und draussen im Hotel D'Amour
langweilen sich die Damen nur
weil jeder den die Sehnsucht quält
ganz einfach Rosis Nummer wählt
Und draussen vor der grossen Stadt
stehn die Nutten sich die Füsse platt
Skandal im Sperrbezirk
Skandal im Sperrbezirk
Skandal - Skandal um Rosi
Moral - Skandal
Moral - Skandal
Moral - Skandal
Skandal um Rosi
Vrijdag 26 januari 1996
Hot Rod Lincoln
Hot Rod Lincoln
Composer(s): Charlie Ryan; W.S. Stevenson
Performer(s): Charlie Ryan;
and various other artists
My pappy said "Son, you're gonna drive me to drinkin'
if you don't stop drivin' that Hot Rod Lincoln"
Have you heard the story of the hot rod race
where the Fords 'n' Lincolns was settin' the pace?
That story is true, I'm here to say
that I was drivin' that Model-A
It's got a Lincoln motor and it's really souped up
that Model-A body makes it look like a pup
It's got eight cylinders and uses 'em all
got overdrive, just won't stall
With a four-barrel carb and a dual exhaust
with 4-11 gears you can really get lost
Got safety tubes but I ain't scared
the brakes are good, tires fair
Pulled outta San Pedro late one night
the moon 'n' the stars was shinin' bright
We was drivin' up Grapevine hill
passin' cars like they was standin' still
All of a sudden in the wink of an eye
Cadillac sedan passed us by
I said "Boys that's the mark for me"
by then the tailight was all you could see
Now the fellas ribbed me for bein' behind
so I thought I'd make the Lincoln unwind
Took my foot off the gas'n'man alive
I shoved it on down into overdrive
Wound it up to a hunderd an' ten
my speedometer said that I hit top end
My foot was glued like lead to the floor
that's all there is an' there ain't no more
Now the boys all thought I'd lost my sense
them telephone poles looked like a picket fence
They said "slow down, I see spots"
the lines on the road just looked like dots
Took a corner'n'side-swiped a truck
crossed my fingers just for luck
My fenders was clickin' the guardrail posts
the guy beside me was white as a ghost
Smoke was comin' from outta the back
when started t' gain on that Cadillac
Knew I could catch him, I thought I could pass
don'tcha by then we'd be low on gas
We had flames comin' from outta the side
you could feel the tension, man whatta ride
I said "look out boys, I got a license to fly"
and that Caddy pulled over and let us by
Now all of a sudden she started knockin'
down in the dip she started to rock
And I looked in the mirror, a red light was blinkin'
the cops was after my hot rod Lincoln
They arrested me 'n' they put me in jail
'n they called my pappy to throw my bail
'n he said "son you're gonna drive me ta drinkin'
if you don't stop drivin' that hot rod Lincoln
Donderdag 25 januari 1996
A Little Lovin'
