Zaterdag 18 januari 1969
Mama Roma
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Zaterdag 18 januari 1969
Oh! What It Seemed To Be
Oh! What It Seemed To Be
Composer(s): Bennie Benjamin;
George Weiss; Frankie Carle
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra;
and various other artists
It was just a neighborhood dance
That's all that it was
But, oh, what it seemed to be
It was like a masquerade ball
With costumes and all
'Cause you were at the dance with me
It was just a ride on a train
That's all that it was
But, oh, what it seemed to be
It was like a trip to the stars
To venus and mars
'Cause you were on the train with me
And when I kissed you, Darling
It was more than just a thrill for me
It was the promise, Darling
Of the things that fate had willed for me
It was just a wedding in june
That's all that it was
But, oh, what it seemed to be
It was like a royal affair
With everyone there
'Cause you said "Yes, I do" to me
Vrijdag 17 januari 1969
Mama Mama Rosa (Where's The Spumoni?)
Mama Mama Rosa (Where's The Spumoni?)
Composer(s): Tutti Camarata
Performer(s): Annette Funicello
A lovely senorina from old Italy
came to our shores and raised a family
She learned from her mother that cooking was an art
And when you came to dinner, this is how her meal would start
She brought us...
Antipasta, minestrone, linguine marinara
Pastacholi, gorgonzole, squigini, bakalava
Ravioli, pizza roll, it really was a treat
Then she'd say "Mangia, mangia - Eat, my children, eat!"
Hey!
Mama, Mama Rosa
We love the way you look!
Ma-ma-ma Mama, Mama Rosa
and we love the way you cook!
Ma-ma-ma-ma Mama, Mama Rosa
We love your macaroni
But Mama Mama Rosa
Where's the spumoni?
Mangia, mangia, mangia, mangia!
But she brought...
Chicken cacciatore, and a dish of scallopini
Seven kinds of sauces on a plate of spagatini
Half a dozen courses of her home made sazich
Then she said "Mangia mangia - Eat, my children, eat"
Hey!
Mama, Mama Rosa
We love the way you look!
Oh Mama, Mama Mama Rosa
And we love the way you cook!
Ma-ma-ma-ma Mama, Mama Rosa
We love your macaroni
But Mama, Mama Rosa
Where's the spumoni?
Mangia, mangia, mangia, mangia!
But she brought...
Pears and peaches, pomegranates, a slice of provolone
Fresh spinoki, artichokes, rigata with pinole
Candy maraschino, with some chocolatino sweet
Then she said "Mangia, mangia - Eat, my children, eat"
Hey!
Mama, Mama Rosa
Bring us our spumoni!
Mama, Mama Rosa
We've had our macaroni!
Mama, Mama Rosa
We've eaten till it hurts!
Mama, Mama Rosa
Now bring us our desert!
Vrijdag 17 januari 1969
Oh! What A Pal Was Mary
Oh! What A Pal Was Mary
Composer(s): Cohan; Edgar Leslie;
Bert Kalmar; Pete Wendling
Performer(s): Mitch Miller
Mary o' mine, Mary o' mine
Grew like a rose in a bower
Bloomed for a day
Faded away
I lost a beautiful flower
Sweetheart and friend, right to the end
That's why I miss her so
Mary o' mine, Mary o' mine
My little playmate of childhood
Symbol of love
Sent from above
Staunch as an oak in the wildwood
Mem'ries of old, purer than gold
Fill me with love sublime
Oh! what a gal was Mary
Oh! what a pal was she
An angel was born on Easter morn
and God sent her down to me
Heart of my heart was Mary
Soul of my soul divine
Though she is gone, love lingers on
for Mary old pal of mine
Vrijdag 17 januari 1969
Oh! It's A Lovely War
Oh! It's A Lovely War
Oh, oh, oh, it's a lovely war
Who wouldn't be a soldier, eh?
Oh, it's a shame to take the pay
As soon as reveille is gone
We feel just as heavy as lead
But we never get up till the sergeant
Brings us breakfast up to bed
Oh, oh, oh, it's a lovely war
What do we want with eggs and ham
When we've got plum and apple jam?
Form fours, right turn
How shall we spend the money we earn?
Oh, oh, oh, it's a lovely war
Upo to your waist in water
Up to your eyes in slush
Using the kind of language,
That makes the sergeant blush
Who wouldn't join the army?
That's what we all inquire
Don't we pity the poor civilian
Sitting beside the fire
Oh, oh, oh, it's a lovely war
Who wouldn't be a soldier, eh?
Oh, it's a shame to take the pay
As sonn as reveille is gone
We feel just as heavy as lead
But we never get up till the sergeant
Brings us breakfast up to bed
Oh, oh, oh, it's a lovely war
What do we want with eggs and ham
When we've got plum a nd apple jam?
Form fours, right turn
How shall we spend the money we earn?
Oh, oh, oh, it's a lovely war
Donderdag 16 januari 1969
Mama Liked The Roses
Mama Liked The Roses
Composer(s): Johnny Christopher
Performer(s): Elvis Presley
Oh, mama liked the roses she grew them in the yard
But Winter always came around
and made the growing way too hard
Oh, mama liked the roses and when she had the time
She'd decorate the living room, for all us kids to see
When I hear the Sunday bells ringing in the morning
I remember crying when she used to sing
Oh, mama liked the roses but most of all she cared
About the way we learned to live
And if we said our prayers
You know I kept the family bible
With a rose that she saved inside
It was pressed between the pages
Like it had found a place to hide
Oh, mama liked the roses in such a special way
We bring them every Mother's Day
And put them on her grave
Oh, mama liked the roses Mmmm
Mama liked the roses
Donderdag 16 januari 1969
Oh! Sweet Nuthin'
Oh! Sweet Nuthin'
Composer(s): Lou Reed
Performer(s): The Velvet Underground;
Phish; Ten Thousand Dollar Gold Chain
Say a word for jimmy brown
He ain’t got nothing at all
Not a shirt right of his back
He ain’t got nothing at all
And say a word for ginger brown
Walks with his head down to the ground
Took the shoes right of his feet
To poor boy right out in the street
And this is what he said
Oh sweet nuthin’
She ain’t got nothing at all
Oh sweet nutin’
She ain’t got nothing at all
Say a word for polly may
She can’t tell the night from the day
They threw her out in the street
But just like a cat she landed on her feet
And say a word for joanna love
She ain’t got nothing at all
’cos everyday she falls in love
And everynight she falls when she does
She said
Oh sweet nuthin’
You know she ain’t got nothing at all
Oh sweet nutin’
She ain’t got nothing at all
Oh let me hear you!
Say a word for jimmy brown
He ain’t got nothing at all
Not a shirt right of his back
He ain’t got nothing at all
And say a word for ginger brown
Walks with his head down to the ground
Took the shoes right of his feet
To poor boy right out in the street
And this is what he said
Oh sweet nuthin’
She ain’t got nothing at all
Oh sweet nutin’
She ain’t got nothing at all
She ain’t got nothing at all
Oh sweet nutin’
She ain’t got nothing at all
She ain’t got nothing at all
She ain’t got nothing at all
Woensdag 15 januari 1969
Mama Let Him Play
Mama Let Him Play
Composer(s): Jerry Doucette
Performer(s): Jerry Doucette
Mama let that boy play some rock & roll
Jazz is much too crazy he can play it when he's old
He's too young for the blues he's still inside his first pair of shoes
He's just a baby
Give that boy some freedom let him move around
Don't get in his way you'll only bring him down
Mama won't you let him, let him play some rock & roll, yeah
Let him play some rock & roll
Let him play some rock & roll
Let him play some rock & roll
Oh yeah, all right, come on now
Mama let that boy play some rock & roll
Jazz is much too crazy he can play it when he's old
He's too young for the blues he's still inside his first pair of shoes
He's just a baby
Give that boy some freedom let him move around
Don't get in his way you'll only bring him down
Mama won't you let him, let him play some rock & roll, yeah
Let him play some rock & roll
Let him play some rock & roll
Let him play some rock & roll
Mama let him play, let him play
Mama let him play, let him play
Mama let him play, let him play
Mama let him play, let him play
Mama let him play, let him play
Mama let him play, let him play
Woensdag 15 januari 1969
Oh! Sir Jasper
Oh! Sir Jasper
Oh Sir Jasper do not touch me!
Oh Sir Jasper do not touch me!
Oh Sir Jasper do not touch me!
And she lay beneath the lily-white sheets with nothing on at all
Oh Sir Jasper do not touch!
Oh Sir Jasper do not touch!
Oh Sir Jasper do not touch!
And she lay beneath the lily-white sheets with nothing on at all
Oh Sir Jasper do not!
Oh Sir Jasper do not!
Oh Sir Jasper do not!
And she lay beneath the lily-white sheets with nothing on at all
Oh Sir Jasper do!
Oh Sir Jasper do!
Oh Sir Jasper do!
And she lay beneath the lily-white sheets with nothing on at all
Oh Sir Jasper!
Oh Sir Jasper!
Oh Sir Jasper!
And she lay beneath the lily-white sheets with nothing on at all
Oh Sir!
Oh Sir!
Oh Sir!
And she lay beneath the lily-white sheets with nothing on at all
Oh!
Oh!
Oh!
And she lay beneath the lily-white sheets with nothing on at all
And she lay beneath the lily-white sheets with nothing on at all
Dinsdag 14 januari 1969
Mama Leone
Mama Leone
Composer(s): Benedetto Arico; Pierre Delanoë; Claude Lemesle
Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri
Mama Leone, Mama Leone, au bar de l'amitié
Mama Leone, tu nous pardonnes: on n'a jamais payé
Mama Leone, mais on chantait et tu aimais bien ça
Les gens des beaux quartiers de Rome
Venaient voir le spectacle quelques fois
Mama Leone
Mama Leone, comme les cigognes, on arrivait chez toi
Mama Leone, mais à l'automne, on était toujours là
Mama Leone, qu'on a fait souffrir ton vieux piano
Il est mort près du téléphone
Un soir où nous avons joué trop faux
Mama Leone
Mama Leone, Mama Leone, au bar de l'amitié
Quand minuit sonne y a plus personne pour rire et pour chanter
Mama Leone, un coffee-shop ou un drugstore je crois
T'ont remplacée au cœur de Rome
On n'a gardé que ce nom là
Mama Leone
Dinsdag 14 januari 1969
Oh Quelle Nuit
Oh Quelle Nuit
English Title: Oh, Lonesome Me
Composer(s): Don Gibson; M. Tézé
Performer(s): Sacha Distel
J'ai bu d'un trait deux fines à l'eau et trois whiskys
Et puis après, quelques portos avec Johnny
Derrière son bar ,j'le voyais tout petit
Oh! quelle nuit
Je me souviens d'avoir dansé le cha cha cha
Avec une fille qui ressemblait à Dalida
Tout en pleurant j'lui ai confié ma vie
Oh! quelle nuit
Tout ça est arrivé parce qu'on t'a raconté
Qu'on m'avait vu avec une jolie femme
T'as voulu te venger et tu n'es pas rentrée
Alors je t'ai cherchée voilà le drame
Au petit jour ,je suis rentré cahin-caha
Tu m'attendais sur le palier en pyjama
Quand tu m'a vu, tu m' as tendu les bras
Oh! quelle nuit
Depuis je t'ai prouvé que cette femme n'était
Tout simplement qu'une de mes secrétaires et
Toi tu m'as avoué que pour me faire marcher
Tu dînais ce soir là avec ta mère
Pendant deux jours je me suis mis à l'eau de Vichy
Mais en une nuit j'ai découvert et j'ai compris
Que tu est mon indispensable amour
Oh! pour la vie
Oh! pour la vie
Oh! pour la vie
Maandag 13 januari 1969
Mama Kin
Mama Kin
Composer(s): Stephen Tyler
Performer(s): Aerosmith
and various other artists
It ain't easy, livin' like a gypsy
Tell ya, honey, how I feel
I've been dreaming
Floatin' down stream and
Losin' touch with all that is real
Whole earth lover, keepin' under cover
Never knowin' where ya been
You've been fadin', always out paradin
Keepin' touch with Mama Kin
Well you've always got your tail on the wag
Shootin' fire from your mouth just like a dragon
You act like a perpertual drag
You better check it out
Or someday soon you'll have to climb back on the wagon
It ain't easy, livin' like ya wanna
And it's so hard to find piece of mind
Yes it is
The way I see it, you've got to say shit
But don't forget to drop me a line
Said you're as bald as an egg at eighteen
And workin' for you dad is just a drag
He still stuffs your mouth with your dreams
You better check it out
Or someday soon you'll have to climb back on the wagon
Keepin' touch with Mama Kin
Tell her where you've gone and been
Livin' out your fantasy
Sleeping late and smoking tea
[repeat once]
It ain't easy, livin' like ya wanna
And it's so hard to find piece of mind
Yes it is
The way I see it, you've got to say shit
But don't forget to drop me a line
Said you're as bald as an egg at eighteen
And workin' for you dad is just a drag
He still stuffs your mouth with your dreams
You better check it out
Or someday soon you'll have to climb back on the wagon
Keepin' touch with Mama Kin
Tell her where you've gone and been
Livin' out your fantasy
Sleeping late and smoking tea
(repeat once)
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
