Maandag 13 januari 1969
Mama Kin
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Maandag 13 januari 1969
Oh! Quelle Famille
Oh! Quelle Famille
Composer(s): France Gall; R. Gall; G. Liferman
Performer(s): France Gall
Quand on vient au monde un beau jour
Il y a 50 parents autour
Qui ne vous parlent qu'en japonais
Et qui vous cassent tous vos jouets
Oh la la la quelle famille!
Oh la la la quelle famille!
Comme on serait heureux sur terre
Sans tous ces parents!
Oh la la la quelle famille!
Oh la la la quelle famille!
Quelle joie s'il n'y avait
Rien que des enfants!
À la télé papa aime la politique
Maman les feuilletons romantiques
Oh la la la
Quand elle se branche sur le football
Oh la la la quelle famille!
Oh la la la quelle famille!
Comme on serait heureux sur terre
Sans tous ces parents!
Oh la la la quelle famille!
Oh la la la quelle famille!
Quelle joie s'il n'y avait
Rien que des enfants!
On se dispute ou bien on rit
C'est notre façon de s'aimer
Mais s'il arrive de gros ennuis
Tout le monde se trouve rassemblé
Oh la la la quelle famille!
Oh la la la quelle famille!
Qui m'amuse tant
Et que j'aime à la folie!
Oh la la la quelle famille!
Oh la la la quelle famille!
Et que je voudrais garder
Pour toute ma vie!
Oh la la la quelle famille!
Oh la la la quelle famille!
Et que je voudrais garder
Pour toute ma vie!
Zondag 12 januari 1969
Mama Just Wants To Barrelhouse All Night Long
Mama Just Wants To Barrelhouse All Night Long
Composer(s): Bruce Cockburn
Performer(s): Bruce Cockburn; Dawn Tyler Watson
I was up the road on easy street
Watching everybody stand around and cheat
A man comes up and says, "Move along
Down to the corner where you belong"
But mama just wants to barrelhouse all night long
I hear the city singing like a siren choir
Some fool tried to set this town on fire
TV preacher screams "come on along"
I feel like Fay Wray face to face with King Kong
But mama just wants to barrelhouse all night long
Sometimes I wonder what I am
I feel like I'm living in a hologram
It doesn't seem to matter what's right or wrong
Everybody's grabbing and coming on strong
But mama just wants to barrelhouse all night long
Zondag 12 januari 1969
Oh! Oh! Antonio
Oh! Oh! Antonio
Composer(s): Florrie Forde; Jill Daniels
In quaint native dress an Italian maid
Was seeping distress as the streets she strayed
Searching in every part for her bold sweetheart
And his ice-cream cart
Her English was bad
It cannot be denied
And so to herself
In Italian she cried
Oh! Oh! oh Antonio, he's gone away
Left me alone-ee-o, all on my own-ee-o
I want to meet him with his new sweetheart
Then up will go Antonio and his ice-cream cart
So sad grew the plight of this fair young lass
She'd faint at the sight of an ice-cream ?????
She dreamed nigh every day he'd come back to stay
Then he'd fade away.
Her old hurdy-gurdy
All day she'd parade
And this she would sing,
Sweet tunes that it played
Oh! Oh! Antonio, he's gone away
left me alone-ee-o, all on my own-ee-o
I want to meet him with he's new sweetheart
Then up will go Antonio and his ice-cream cart
Oh! Oh! Antonio, he's gone away
Left me alone-ee-o
All on my own-ee-o
I want to meet him with he's new sweetheart
Then up will go Antonio and his ice-cream cart
Zaterdag 11 januari 1969
Mama From The Train
Mama From The Train
Composer(s): Irving Gordon
Performer(s): Patti Page
Throw mama from the train a kiss, a kiss
Wave mama from the train a goodbye
Throw mama from the train a kiss a kiss
And don't cry, my baby, don't cry
How I miss that sweet lady with her old-country touch
Miss her quaint broken English called *Pennsylvania Dutch*
I can still see her there at the station that day
Calling out to her baby as the train pulled away
Throw mama from the train a kiss, a kiss
Dry mama all your tears, won't you try?
Throw mama from the train a kiss, a kiss
And eat mama up all her pie
Can't believe that she's gone now, it's a lonely old town
Yet I know that her heavenly love keeps looking down
'cause whenever I happen to be passing through
I could swear she was there with the warmth I once knew
And I
Throw mama from the train a kiss, a kiss
Wave mama from the train a goodbye
Throw mama from the train a kiss, a kiss
And she throws one back from up high
Zaterdag 11 januari 1969
Oh! Mr. Punch
Oh! Mr. Punch
Composer(s): Harry Hemsley
Performer(s): Harry Hemsley
Oh Mr. Punch you will agree
Calls for a lot of sympathy
He never has a moment's peace
And lives in terror of the police
His baby being extra strong
Keeps him awake the whole night long
His wife nags him, so 'tis said
From early dawn till he's in bed
Oh Mister Punch, Oh Mister Punch
Of trials and troubles you've a bunch,
At breakfast, dinner, supper, lunch,
You never have much leisure.
You're teased, tormented, day and night,
You're set upon, both left and right,
It makes us laugh with all our might,
And gives us heaps of pleasure.
He's full of quips and merry chaff
And loves to make the children laugh
In spite of this the fact remains
He gets a beating for his pains
His enemies have then to learn
In course of time a worm will turn
And soon poor Punch in manner slick
Just sets about them with his stick
Oh Mister Punch, Oh Mister Punch
Of trials and troubles you've a bunch
At breakfast, dinner, supper, lunch
You never have much leisure
You're teased, tormented, day and night
You're set upon, both left and right
It makes us laugh with all our might
And gives us heaps of pleasure
Vrijdag 10 januari 1969
Mama Didn't Lie
Mama Didn't Lie
Composer(s): Curtis Mayfield; John Waters
Performer(s): Jan Bradley; Doris
Mama didn't lie, she didn't lie
Mama didn't lie, she didn't lie
Here comes that boy and his friends
Making eyes at me again
Do they all think that I'm a toy
To be played with by every boy?
Well, they're wrong to think I
Will be caught by the wink of an eye
My mama didn't lie (Mama didn't lie)
She didn't lie
The greatest pastime in this man's world
Is playin' tricks on every young girl
To have one is how they get their kick
But not me because I know their trick
And they're wrong to think I
Will be caught by the wink of an eye
My mama didn't lie (Mama didn't lie)
She didn't lie
Mama didn't lie, she didn't lie
I remember what my mama told me
She said, "Girl stay in your class
You got a whole lot of growin' and a'learnin' to do
Girl don't cha go so fast
The greatest pastime in this man's world
Is playin' tricks on every young girl
To have one is how they get their kick
But no me because I know their trick
And they're wrong to think I
Will be caught by the wink of an eye
My mama didn't lie (Mama didn't lie)
She didn't lie
Mama didn't lie, she didn't lie
Mama didn't ...
Donderdag 9 januari 1969
Mama Caraïbo
Mama Caraïbo
Composer(s): P.A. Dousset; G. Layani
Performer(s): Dalida
Mama Caraïbo allume tes fourneaux
La tournée de danse de Fort de France
Passe à Paris, Paris-Bercy
Mama Caraïbo dans ton petit bistro
Avec leurs guitares ils viennent ce soir
Te rapporter l'air du pays
Fait cuire du Bombo, Bombo
Prépare du Bingo, Bingo et le Colombo, Colombo
Ils arrivent bientôt, bientôt
Y a des alizés partout dans le ciel de Paris
Des poissons volant autour de l'Ile Saint-Louis
Des oiseaux-lyre dans les jardins du Trocadéro
Et pleins de Pierrot dans le métro
Mama Caraïbo prend ton vieux paréo
Quelque chose me dit que cette nuit
Tu vas retrouver tes vingt ans
Mama Caraïbo il va faire très très chaud
Y aura du soleil dans les ruelles
Comme dans les Iles du levant
Un tout petit pas voilà
Et puis deux puis trois comme ca
Et c'est la bigine diva
Viva la Mama, viva
Oui vas y tu danses, tu danses
Tu as la cadence, avance
Bouge bien tes hanches, viva
Viva la Mama, viva
Ils vont arrivés avec leurs chemises en couleur
Avec leurs tambours et leurs colliers à fleur
Au cœur de Paris quand ils se mettront à chanter
T'entendra le vent dans les palmiers
Mama Caraïbo allume tes fourneaux
La tournée de Danse de Fort de France
Passe à Paris Paris-Bercy
Mama Caraïbo dans ton petit bistro
Avec leurs guitares ils viennent ce soir
Te rapporter l'air du pays
Fait cuire du Bombo, Bombo
Prépare du Bingo, Bingo et le Colombo, Colombo
Ils arrivent bientôt, bientôt
Un tout petit pas, voilà
Et puis deux puis trois, comme ca
Et c'est la bigine, diva
Viva la Mama,viva
Y a des alizés partout dans le ciel de Paris
Des poissons volant autour de l'Ile Saint-Louis
Des oiseaux-lyre dans les jardins du Trocadéro
Et pleins de Pierrot dans le métro
Mama Caraïbo allume tes fourneaux
La tournée de danse de Fort de France
Passe à Paris Paris-Bercy
Mama Caraïbo dans ton petit bistro
Avec leurs guitares ils viennent ce soir
Te rapporter l'air du pays
Mama Caraïbo, Mama Caraïbo
Donderdag 9 januari 1969
Oh! Mon Amour
Oh! Mon Amour
Composer(s): Michaele;
P. de Senneville; O. Toussaint
Performer(s): Christophe
Elle a des yeux qui voient la mer
A travers la pluie qui descend
Elle fait des rêves où elle se perd
Entre les grands nuages blancs
Elle ne sait plus le jour ni l'heure
Elle a des larmes au fond du cœur
Qui lui font peur
Oh! mon amour écoute-moi
Déjà la vie t'attends là-bas
Non n'ai pas peur il faut me croire
La vie est belle même sans mémoire
Tu sais je te raconterai
Avec le temps tu comprendras
Elle n'entend pas ce que je dis
Et sa main dans ma main s'endort
Je voudrais être ce pays
Où elle s'en va chercher encore
Dans le miroir de son passé
Ce rêve qui s'était brisé
Un soir d'été
Oh! mon amour écoute-moi
Un autre monde t'attend là-bas
Non n'ai pas peur il faut me croire
La vie est belle et notre histoire
Peut continuer quand tu voudras
Et tout sera comme autrefois
Oh! mon amour ouvre ton cœur
Tu m'entendras
Pardonne le mal que je t'ai fait
Je ne te quitterai plus jamais
Oui mais demain dans mes cheveux
Je vois des soleils dans tes yeux
Oh! mon amour
Une autre vie t'attend là-bas
Je t'aime tant il faut me croire
Le monde est beau et notre histoire
Peut continuer quand tu voudras
Et tout sera.........
Woensdag 8 januari 1969
Mama Can't Buy You Love
Mama Can't Buy You Love
Composer(s): Leroy Bell; Casey James
Performer(s): Elton John
Baby, so they give you anything
Darling, all the joy money can bring
Baby, do they bring you happiness
Darling, you're no different from the rest
Can't you see that it's love you really need
Take my hand and I'll show what a love could be
Before it's too late
Mama don't want you, daddy don't want you
Give it up baby, baby mama can't buy you love
Mama don't want you, daddy don't need you
Give it up baby, baby mama can't buy you love
Baby, fancy friends showing you a smile
Darling, rich relations for a while
Baby, I can only give you love
Darling, this old heart should be enough
All I need is a chance to make you mine
Let me in, I'll change the way you feel inside
Before it's too late
Woensdag 8 januari 1969
Oh! Mister Railroad Man Won't You Take Me Back To Alabam'?
Oh! Mister Railroad Man
Won't You Take Me Back To Alabam'?
Composer(s): Stanley Murphy; Henry I. Marshall
This afternoon at four a knockin' at my door
Came the letter carrierman
With a letter in his hand
That came from Birgmingham, way down in Alabam'
And it was full of love and kisses
From the gal who's goin' to be my Missus
Oh, oh, oh!
That's why I want to go where the Southern breezes blow
Oh, Mister, look a here! oh, Mister, look a here!
Can't you see just how it reads!
Says I've got the love she needs!
Just notice how she pleads, just see her pleadin'
Cause she says she's tired of livin' lonely
And she's longing just to have me only
Oh, oh, oh!
That's why I've come to you in your uniform of blue
Oh Mister Railroad man!
Won't you take me back to Alabam'
'Way down to Birmingham, Alabam'
To the sweetest gal what am!
And when the snow is falling in the Northern clime
I'll be pickin' cotton in the bright sunshine
Oh Lordy! good, kind, Mister Railroad Man!
Take me back to Alabam'!
Dinsdag 7 januari 1969
Mama (When My Dollies Have Babies)
Mama (When My Dollies Have Babies)
French, German, & Italian Title: Mama
Composer(s): Sonny Bono
Performer(s): Cher; Dalida
Mama when my dollies have babies
And I am a big lady
Mama will a prince come and take me away
When I said these things I believed in kings
Then I didn't know love could hurt me so
Slowly she replied, tears had filled her eyes
Baby not so fast let your young life last
Mama when my dollies have babies
And I am a big lady
Mama will a prince come and take me away
I sang to her in fun, my teens had just began
My age was not the same still we played the game
Her eyes were filled with pride and slowly she replied
Soon enough you'll be a very pretty bride
Mama when my dollies have babies
And I am a big lady
Mama will a prince come and take me away
Mama, will the hurt go away deep inside
When I sang this song
My poor world had gone along
All my early dreams has turned to crystal streams
My love it was last and more tears have past
And left me just one thing a tender voice I sing
Mama when my dollies have babies
And I am a big lady
Mama will a prince come and take me away
Dinsdag 7 januari 1969
Oh! Mister Magic Man
Oh! Mister Magic Man
Performer(s): Harry Hemsley
I sometimes go to parties, although they're pretty tame
I often say I'll stop away, but go there all the same
But when the conj'rer gets there, then everything's O.K
I'd call him Mr. Magic Man, if I had my own way
Oh Mr. Magic Man you fill us with surprise
You do so many clever things, before our wondering eyes
Watches, rings, and bracelets, they vanish out of sight
You think they're lost, oh no they're not, they come back quite all right
Sometimes he wants assistance, I'm pleased as pleased can be
If when he looks around the room, he casts his eyes on me
To help him with his magic, I quite enjoy the fun
And though I'm standing by his side, I don't know how it's done
Oh Mr. Magic Man you fill us with surprise
You do so many clever things, before our wondering eyes
From your hat comes rabbits, and purple turns to blue
Oh Magic Man, you're marvellous, what clever things you do
He asked one night for Dad's watch, he gave it him of course
He struck it with a hammer, and he struck it with such force
The watch just flew to pieces, and one boy shouted "Goal"
He gathered up the pieces, and restored the watch quite whole
Oh Mr. Magic Man you fill us with surprise
You do so many clever things, before our wondering eyes
I'm going to be a conj'rer myself when I am six
'cos my Dad said - on my birthday, he'll buy me a box of tricks
Maandag 6 januari 1969
Mama (Elvis Presley)
Mama
Composer(s): Phillip Brooks; Dudley Brooks; O'Curran, Charles
Performer(s): Elvis Presley
An angel sent from above, is Mama (Mama)
And everyone fell in love, with Mama (Mama)
Mama's so sweet, Mama's so nice
If there is trouble take Mama's advice
There's no-one I hold so dear, as Mama (Mama)
I always want to be near...
Mama....
Maandag 6 januari 1969
Oh! Ma-Ma! (The Butcher Boy)
Oh! Ma-Ma! (The Butcher Boy)
Composer(s): Pablo Citorello; Rudy Vallee; Lew Brown
Performer(s): Rudy Vallee;
and various other artists
Ma-Ma dear, come over here
And see who's looking in my window
It's the butcher boy and oh
He's got a bundle in his hand
Tell me why he winks his eye
Whenever he goes by my window
Daughter, daughter he's in love
And you're in love and love is grand
(Spoken - Butcher Boy)
Hey Marie, I gotta da pork chop
Hey Marie, I gotta da lamb chop
Hey Marie, Marie, you want to marry me?
The butcher boy, the butcher boy
I want to marry the butcher boy
(Oh! Ma-Ma!) Oh get that man for me
(Oh! Ma-Ma!) How happy I will be
(Tra-la-la) And cheery-beery be
Oh, if I'm gonna marry
It's the butcher boy for me
Ma-Ma dear, come over here
And see who's looking in my window
It's the baker boy and oh
He's got a bundle in his hand
Tell me why he winks his eye
Whenever he goes by my window
Daughter, daughter he's in love
And you're in love and love is grand
(Spoken - Baker Boy)
Hey Marie, I gotta da fruitcake
Hey Marie, I gotta da cheesecake
Hey Marie, Marie, you want to marry me?
The baker boy, the baker boy
I wanna marry the baker boy
(Oh! Ma-Ma!) Oh, get that man for me
(Oh! Ma-Ma!) How happy I will be
(Tra-la-la) And cheery-beery be
Oh, if I'm gonna marry
It's the baker boy for me
Ma-Ma dear, come over here
And see who's looking in my window
It's the fisher boy and oh
He's got a bundle in his hand
(Fresh-a-fish! Fresh-a-fish!)
Tell me why he winks his eye
Whenever he goes by my window
Daughter, daughter he's in love
And you're in love and love is grand
(Spoken - Fisher Boy)
Hey Marie, I gotta da cod fish
Hey Marie, I gotta da wet fish
Hey Marie, Marie, you want to marry me?
The fisher boy, the fisher boy
I wanna marry the fisher boy
(Oh! Ma-Ma!) Oh, get that man for me
(Oh! Ma-Ma!) How happy I will be
(Tra-la-la) And cheery-beery-be
Oh, if I'm gonna marry
It's the fisher boy for me
Zondag 5 januari 1969
Mama (Roy Orbison)
Mama
Composer(s): Joe Melson; Roy Orbison; Alan Rush
Performer(s): Roy Orbison
Mama, just had to call, oh mama
your baby-boy just had his heart broken in two
She said we're through, but to send her best to you
Oh mama, I'd like to run to you, mama
I'd come home today, leave right away
but things won't work that way
Got to stay, be a man, if I can, oh mama
Oh mam, I don't know, I called her tonight
No, not at home, yeah you're probably right
Yes, I'll take care of myself
No, I'll be all right
I'll go to bed early tonight
Oh mama, tell dad I think of him, mama
Has uncle Joe, my puppy Coco
Tell them
Gosh, I loved her so
Mama, don't worry so much, darling mama
No mama, don't cry, just say goodbye
Can't have us both in tears
Zondag 5 januari 1969
Oh! Ma Mère
Oh! Ma Mère
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
J'avais vingt ans
Trente-deux dents
Toutes mes illusions
Un charme fou
Dû avant tout
A ma conservation
Mon horoscope était formel
Pour un destin exceptionnel
Oh! ma mère
De coeur en coeur
Sur chaque fleur
Que m'offrait le printemps
Je me posais
Et me grisais de parfums enivrants
Une nuit au plus, et adieu
Aucune n'avait droit à mieux
Oh! ma mère
J'étais novice et sans défense
Bien plus fougueux que réfléchi
Et n'avait pas plus d'expérience
Qu'un oisillon tombé du nid
Il n'y a que la foi qui sauve
J'avais tout pour être un tombeur
Mezza voce pour les alcôves
Oeil de velours de bouche en coeur
Un samedi
Chez des amis
Je me suis entiché
D'une ingénue
Au corps menu
Aux seins bien accrochés
Qui me fit oublié un temps
Qu'on est jamais assez prudent
Oh! ma mère
Quand j'ai fourbi
La panoplie
De l'enjôleur parfait
Le brin de cour
Le rien d'humour
Enfin le jeu complet
Le fin du fin pour la cueillir
J'aurais mieux fait de m'abstenir
Oh! ma mère
Elle a cherché
A deviné
Quel signe était le mien
Les ascendants
Et le décan
Dont je me fichais bien
Elle était Vierge et moi Cancer
Donc paraît-il complémentaires
Oh! ma mère
D'après la position des astres
Par rapport à l'astre solaire
J'aurais dû voir qu'un grand désastre
Entrait chez moi par Jupiter
Mais comme elle était fine mouche
Moi con comme un cheval de bois
j'ai cru en entrant dans sa couche
Avoir atteint le Nirvana
Tandis qu'ému
J'étais aux nues
Ça s'est précipité
Papa maman
Et puis les bans
Très vite publiés
Messe, banquet, lune de miel
Mais j'ai pas fait long feu au ciel
Oh! ma mère
Et depuis lors
Des astres morts
Mieux vaut plus m'en parler
Mars ou Vénus
Phébé, Phébus
Ça me sort par le nez
Car je fut piégé c'est inouï
Par le biais de l'astrologie
Quelle affaire
Oh! ma mère
Zaterdag 4 januari 1969
Mama (Genesis)
Mama
Composer(s): Tony Banks; Phil Collins; Mike Rutherford
Originally performed by: Genesis
Covered by various other artists
I can't see you mama
but I know you're always there
ooh to touch and to feel you mama
oh I just can't keep away
it's the heat and the steam of the city
oh its got me running and I just can't brake
so say you'll help me mama
cos its getting so hard
Now I can't keep you mama
but I know you're always there
you listen, you teach me mama
and I know inside you care
so get down, down here beside me
oh you ain't going nowhere
no I won't hurt you mama
but its getting so hard
Can't you see me mama
mama mama mama please
can't you feel my heart
can't you feel my heart
can't you feel my heart ooh
listen to me mama
mama mama
you're taking away any last chances
don't take it away
can't you feel my heart?..
It's hot, too hot for me mama
but I can't hardly wait
my eyes they're burning mama
and I can feel my body shake
don't stop, don't stop me mama
make the pain, make it go away
no I won't hurt you mama
but its getting so hard
Now I can't see you mama
but I know you're always there
you taunt, you tease me mama
but I never never cen keep away
it's the heat and the steam of the city
Zaterdag 4 januari 1969
Oh! Ma Jolie Sarah
Oh! Ma Jolie Sarah
English Title: Gentle Sarah
Composer(s): Tommy Brown; Mick Jones; Phillipe Labro
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday; Marc Lavoine
Oh! Ma jolie Sarah
Combien de temps encore
Oh! Ma jolie Sarah
Attendrais-je ton corps?
Si tu crois que je vais dépenser des nuits blanches
Si tu crois que je suis un oiseau sur ta branche
Tu vis dans l'illusion
Car tout change et tout casse et tout passe et tout lasse
Le désir, le plaisir se diluent dans l'espace
Et tu n'auras plus rien
Oh! Ma pauvre Sarah
Tu m'as donné ton corps, ton corps
Oh! Ma pauvre Sarah
Merci, merci pour ton effort
Mais je vois dans tes yeux s'agrandir le brouillard
Et je sais que tu sais qu'il est déjà tard
Et c'est déjà la fin
C'est affreux, déplaisant, affligeant, désolant
Comme nous sommes tous victimes du temps
Mais je n'y suis pour rien
Oh! Ma pauvre Sarah
Tu m'as donné ton corps
Oh! Ma pauvre Sarah
Merci, merci pour ton effort
Car tout change et tout casse et tout passe et tout lasse
Le désir, le plaisir se diluent dans l'espace
Et je n'y suis pour rien
C'est affreux, déplaisant, affligeant, désolant
Comme nous sommes tous victimes du temps
Mais je n'y suis pour rien
Vrijdag 3 januari 1969
Mama (Afraid To Say Goodbye)
