Vrijdag 31 januari 1969
Mama, You Got A Daughter
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Mama, You Got A Daughter
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Vrijdag 31 januari 1969
Oh! Look At Me Now
Oh! Look At Me Now
Composer(s): Joe Bushkin; John DeVries
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra
I'm not the guy who cared about love
And Im not the guy who cared about fortunes and such
I never cared much
Oh, look at me now!
I never knew the technique of kissing
I never knew the thrill I could get from your touch
I never knew much
Oh, look at me now!
I'm a new man better than Casanova at his best
With a new heart and a brand new start
Why I'm so proud I'm bustin' my vest
So I'm the guy who turned out a lover
Yes I'm the guy who laughed at those blue diamond rings
One of those things
Oh, look at me now!
I'not the guy who cared about love
And I'm not the guy who cared about fortunes and such
I never cared much
Oh, look at me now!
And I never knew the technique of kissing
I never knew the thrill I could get from your touch
I never knew much
Oh, look at me now!
I'm a new man better than Casanova at his very best
With a new heart and a brand new start
I'm so proud I'm bustin' my vest
So I'm the guy who turned out a lover
Yes I'm the guy who laughed at those blue diamond rings
One of those things
Oh, look at me now!
Look at me now!
Donderdag 30 januari 1969
Oh, My My
Oh, My My
Composer(s): Vini Poncia; Richard Starkey
Performer(s): Ringo Starr;
Maggie Bell; Winston Groovy; David Hentschel
I phoned up my doctor
To see what's the matter
He said come on over
I said do I have to
My knees started shakin'
My wrist started achin'
When my doctor said to me...
Oh my my, oh my my
Can you boogie, can you slide
Oh my my, oh my my
You can boogie, if you try
Oh my my, oh my my
It's guaranteed to keep you alive
The head nurse
She blew in, just like a tornado
When they started dancin'
I jumped off the table
I felt myself healin', and I was leavin'
This is what they said to me...
Oh my my, oh my my
Can you boogie, can you slide
Oh my my, oh my my
You can boogie, you can fly
Oh my my, if you try
It's guaranteed to keep you alive
Now if you should slow down
And you're feelin' low down
Don't call up your doctor
Just grab you a partner
It's what you've been missin'
I've got your prescription
That boogie woogie remedy
Oh my my, oh my my
You can you boogie, can you slide
Oh my my, oh my my
We can boogie, 'till we die
Oh my my, if you try
It's guaranteed to keep you alive
Oh my my, oh my my
Watch me boogie, watch me fly
Oh my my, oh my my
Born to boogie, born to slide
Oh my my, oh my my
Ooh wee boogie, ooh wee I
Oh my my, oh my my
Play that boogie, play that slide
Woensdag 29 januari 1969
Mama, Mag Mijn Popje Naar De Hemel
Mama, Mag Mijn Popje Naar De Hemel
Composer(s): Cy Coben; Bobbejaan Schoepen; Louis Verbeeck
Performer(s): Bobbejaan Schoepen
Marleentje was een jaar of drie
Zij ging vaak spelen met haar popje op de straat
En toen een wagen kwam die plotseling vergeefs nog had geremd
Hield zij haar pop krampachtig vast geklemd
M'n lij haar toen in een wit bed
Daar lag ze bleekjes met haar popje in haar arm
Zij kon niet horen wat de dokter tot haar moeder zachtjes zei
En smeken en vol pijn fluisterde zij
Mammie, mag m'n popje naar de hemel met me mee
Mammie, mag m'n popje naar de hemel met me mee
Zijn de engeltjes soms boos
Kijk het slaapt gelijk een roos
Mammie, mag m'n popje naar de hemel met me mee
Nu slaapt ze stil, maar voor altijd
Haar kleine pop naast haar zoals ze had gevraagd
En in de nacht zit er een moeder eenzaam naast een lege bed
Zij hoort een kinderstem die zachtjes klaagt
Oh, mammie, mag m'n popje naar de hemel met me mee
Mammie, mag m'n popje naar de hemel met me mee
Zijn de engeltjes soms boos
Kijk het slaapt gelijk een roos
Mammie, mag m'n popje naar de hemel met me mee
Zijn de engeltjes soms boos
Kijk het slaapt gelijk een roos
Mammie, mag m'n popje naar de hemel met me mee
Woensdag 29 januari 1969
Oh My Lady (The Stampeders)
Oh My Lady
Composer(s): Kim Berly
Performer(s): The Stampeders
Oh, my lady
I'm alone, you'd feel your presence in the night
Oh, my lady
Through the storm I felt your fire, saw your light
Oh, my lady
I said lady, I can feel
That soon my lady will be free
And ain't it like walkin' out after the pourin' rain
To meet the morning train
Oh, my lady
There will be time for reflection and for play
Oh, my lady
Well, a darker night will dawn a brighter day
Oh, my lady
I said lady, I can feel
That soon my lady will be real
And ain't it like walkin' out after the pourin' rain
To meet the morning train
And life being what it is
She'll be round in time
And time changing like it does
Oh, won't change my mind about my lady so real
I said, my lady can feel
And ain't it like walkin' out through the pourin' rain
To meet the morning train
---- Instrumental Interlude ----
Oh, my lady
I said lady, I can feel
That soon my lady will be real
And ain't it like walkin' out after the pourin' rain
To meet the morning train
Well, in the morning rain
Oh, my lady
Dinsdag 28 januari 1969
Mama, Look At Bubu
Mama, Look At Bubu
Composer(s): Lord Melody
Performer(s): Harry Belafonte
I wonder why nobody don't like me
Or is it the fact that I'm ugly?
I wonder why nobody don't like me
Or is it the fact that I'm ugly?
I leave my whole house and home
My children don't want me no more
Bad talk inside de house dey bring
And when I talk they start to sing
"Mama, look at bubu" they shout
Their mother tell them "shut up your mout'"
"That is your daddy", "oh, no"
"My daddy can't be ugly so"
"Shut your mout' " "Go away"
"Mama, look at bubu" dey (ooh)
"Shut your mout' " "Go away"
"Mama, look at bubu" dey
I couldn't even digest me supper
Due to thee children's behavior
John ("Yes, pa")-"come here a moment"
"Bring de belt, you're much too impudent"
John says it's James who started first
James tells thee story in reverse
I drag my belt from off me waist
You should hear dem screamin' round de place
"Mama, look at bubu" they shout
Their mother tell them "shut up your mout'"
"That is your daddy", "oh, no"
"My daddy can't be ugly so"
"Shut your mout'" "Go away"
"Mama, look at bubu" dey (ooh)
"Shut your mout'" "Go away"
"Mama, look at bubu" dey (oh)
Dinsdag 28 januari 1969
Oh, Moon Of The Summer Night (Tell My Mother Her Boy Is All Right)
Oh, Moon Of The Summer Night
(Tell My Mother Her Boy Is All Right)
Composer(s): Allan J. Flynn
Over There, The silvry moon was shining
Over There, A soldier boy while pining
To the moon pleaded, And if it heeded
This is what it heard him say, Oh!
Over There, The night was dark and dreary
Over There, Two loving hearts were weary
Sweetheart and mother, Asking each other
Will our Soldier boy return, Oh!
Moon, of the summer night
Your silvry beams bring me dreams
of the loved ones way back home
Could you only tell them all
That I'm safe tonight
How it would cheer up the loved ones far across the foam
Over yonder in the golden west
My mother's praying
And the little girl I love the best, Is praying too
So I'm asking you, Oh! Moon
Won't you send your light
And tell my mother for me, cross the sea
Her boy's alright
Maandag 27 januari 1969
Mama, I'm Coming Home
Mama, I'm Coming Home
Composer(s): Lemmy Kilmister; Ozzy Osbourne; Zakk Wylde
Performer(s): Ozzy Osbourne;
Lily Holbrook; Iron Horse; Bud E. Luv
Times have changed and times are strange
Here I come but I ain't the same
Mama, I'm coming home
Times go by, seems to be
You could have been a better friend to me
Mama, I'm coming home
You took me in and you drove me out
Yeah, you had me hypnotized, yeah
Lost and found and turned around
By the fire in your eyes
You made me cry, you told me lies
But I can't stand to say goodbye
Mama, I'm coming home
I could be right, I could be wrong
It hurts so bad it's been so long
Mama, I'm coming home
Selfish love yeah we're both alone
The ride before the fall, yeah
But I'm gonna take this heart of stone
I just got to have it all
I've seen your face a hundred times
Everyday we've been apart
I don't care about the sunshine, yeah
'Cause mama, mama, I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
You took me in and you drove me out
Yeah, you had me hypnotized, yeah
Lost and found and turned around
By the fire in your eyes
I've seen your face a thousand times
Everyday we've been apart
I don't care about the sunshine, yeah
'Cause mama, mama, I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Maandag 27 januari 1969
Oh, Lonesome Me
Oh, Lonesome Me
French Title: Oh Quelle Nuit
Composer(s): Don Gibson
Performer(s): Don Gibson;
and various other artists
Everybody's going out and having fun
I'm just a fool for staying home and having none
I can't get over how she set me free
Oh lonesome me
A bad mistake I'm making bout just hanging round
I know that I should have some fun an paint the town
A love sick fool that's blind and just can't see
Oh lonesome me
I'll bet she's not like me
She's out an fancy free
Flirting with the boys with all her charms
But I still love her so
And brother don't you know
I'd welcome her right back here in my arms
Well there must be some way
I can lose these lonesome blue
Forget about the past and find somebody new
I've thought of everything from A to Z
Oh lonesome me
(guitar solo) (ba-de-op-bop-bop)
(ba-de-op-bop-bop)
(Oh lonesome me)
Well I bet she's not like me
She's out and fancy free
Flirting with the boys with all her charms
But I still love her so
And brother don't you know
I'd welcome her right back into my arms
Well there must be some way
I can lose these lonesome blues
Forget about the past and find somebody new
I've thought of everything from A to Z
Oh lonesome me
Oh lonesome me...
Zondag 26 januari 1969
Mama, I Wanna Make Rhythm
Mama, I Wanna Make Rhythm
Composer(s): Jerome Jerome; Richard Byron; Walter Kent
Performer(s): Cab Calloway
and various other artists
Yasha was a prodigy, since he was a kid of three
He could play a rhapsody as good as they come
But as strange as it may be, Yasha hated melody
He had a yen for tympani, he longed to play a drum
When his Mother made him practice on the fiddle every day
He'd stop right in the middle and he'd say....
Mama, I wanna make rhythm
Don't wanta make music
Just wanna go zoozi-zah-zah-zoozi
Ooh-cah-dee-doodle-oodle-aah-doo
Mama, I wanna get hotcha
I wanta make boombah
I wanna go gah-gah
Za-rah-kah, zat-zow, ooh-dee-lah
I've got no desire to carry a Stradivarius, but
There's no limit of primitive tom-tom in my tum-tum
Mama, I wanna make rhythm
Don't wanta make music
Just wanna go wookee-ah-kay-a-kaya-kaya
Yag-a-yag-a-yag-a-yag
Zondag 26 januari 1969
Oh, Lady Be Good
Oh, Lady Be Good
Composer(s): George Gershwin; Ira Gershwin
Performer(s): Ella Fitzgerald;
and various other artists
Listen to my tale of woe
it's terribly sad but true
All dressed up, no place to go
Each evening I'm awfully blue
I must win some handsome guy
Can't go on like this
I could blossom out I know
With somebody just like you
So...
Oh, sweet and lovely lady, be good
Oh, lady, be good to me
I am so awfully misunderstood
So lady, be good to me
Oh, please have some pity
I'm all-alone in this big city
I tell you I'm just a lonesome babe in the wood
So lady be good to me
Oh, please have some pity
I'm all alone in this big city
I tell you I'm just a lonesome babe in the wood
So lady be good to me
Oh lady be good to me
Zaterdag 25 januari 1969
Mama, Don't Whip Little Buford
Mama, Don't Whip Little Buford
Composer(s): Kenneth C. Burns; Henry D. Haynes
Mama don't whip little Buford
Mama don't pound on his head
Mama don't whip little Buford
I think you should shoot him instead
(Henry)
Bang!
Yes, folks, we only have high class stuff on this show
Zaterdag 25 januari 1969
Oh, How I Hate To Get Up In The Morning
Oh, How I Hate To Get Up In The Morning
Composer(s): Irving Berlin
Performer(s): Irving Berlin;
and various other artists
The other day I chanced to meet
a soldier friend of mine
He’d been in camp for sev’ral weeks
and he was looking fine
His muscles had developed and his cheeks were rosy red
I asked him how he liked the life, and this is what he said
“Oh! how I hate to get up in the morning
Oh! how I’d love to remain in bed
For the hardest blow of all, is to hear the bugler call
You’ve got to get up, you’ve got to get up
You’ve got to get up this morning!
Some day I’m going to murder the bugler
Some day they’re going to find him dead
I’ll amputate his reveille, and step upon it heavily
And spend the rest of my life in bed"
“Oh! how I hate to get up in the morning
Oh! how I’d love to remain in bed
For the hardest blow of all, is to hear the bugler call
You’ve got to get up, you’ve got to get up
You’ve got to get up this morning!
Oh! boy the minute the battle is over
Oh! boy the minute the foe is dead
I'll put my uniform away, and move to Philadelphia
And spend the rest of my life in bed"
A bugler in the army is the luckiest of men
He wakes the boys at five and then goes back to bed again
He doesn’t have to blow again until the afternoon
If ev’ry thing goes well with me I'll be a bugler soon
“Oh! how I hate to get up in the morning
Oh! how I’d love to remain in bed
For the hardest blow of all, is to hear the bugler call
You’ve got to get up, you’ve got to get up
You’ve got to get up this morning!
Some day I’m going to murder the bugler
Some day they’re going to find him dead
I’ll amputate his reveille, and step upon it heavily
And spend the rest of my life in bed"
“Oh! how I hate to get up in the morning
Oh! how I’d love to remain in bed
For the hardest blow of all, is to hear the bugler call
You’ve got to get up, you’ve got to get up
You’ve got to get up this morning!
Oh! boy the minute the battle is over
Oh! boy the minute the foe is dead
I'll put my uniform away, and move to Philadelphia
And spend the rest of my life in bed"
Vrijdag 24 januari 1969
Mama Weer All Crazee Now
Mama Weer All Crazee Now
Composer(s): Noddy Holder; Jim Lea
Originally performed by: Slade
Covered by various other artists
I don't want to drink my whisky like you do
I don't need to spend my money but still do
Don't stop now a-c'mon
Another drop now a-c'mon
I wanna lot now so c'mon
That's right, that's right
I said mama but we're all crazy now
I said mama but we're all crazy now
I said mama but we're all crazy now
A you told me fool fire water won't hurt me
A you tease me and all my ladies desert me
Don't stop now a-c'mon
Another drop now a-c'mon
I wanna lot now so c'mon
That's right, that's right
I said mama but we're all crazy now
I said mama but we're all crazy now
I said mama but we're all crazy now
Stop it
I don't want to drink my whisky but still do
I had enough to fill up "H" Hill's left shoe
Don't stop now a-c'mon
Another drop now a-c'mon
I wanna lot now so c'mon
That's right, that's right
I said mama but we're all crazy now
I said mama but we're all crazy now
I said mama but we're all crazy now
C'mon c'mon
I said my mama we're all crazy now
Repeat
I said mama mama mama mama mama mama mama oh yeah...
Vrijdag 24 januari 1969
Oh Happy Day (The Four Knights)
Oh Happy Day
Composer(s): Donald H. Koplaw; Nancy Reed
Performer(s): The Four Knights;
Larry Hooper; Don Howard; Dick Todd
The sun is shinin', oh, happy day-ay
No more troubles and no skies are gray-ay
Ever since you said those words to me
Doo-doom, dah-doo-dad-doo-dah-doo-doo
You said you loved me, I know it's tru-ue
My life's complete, dear, for now I have you-ou
Oh, happy day-ay for-o-o-or lucky me
Doo-doom, dah-doo-dad-doo-dah-doo-doo
(instrumental break)
You said you loved me, I know it's tru-ue
My life's complete, dear, for now I have you-ou
Oh, happy day-ay for-o-o-or lucky me
Doo-doom, dah-doo-dad-doo-dah-doo-doo
Oh, happy day for-o-o-or lucky me-ee
Donderdag 23 januari 1969
Mama Used To Say
Mama Used To Say
Composer(s): Bob Carter; Junior Giscombe
Originally performed by: Junior Giscombe
Ooh
Yeah, girl
Said a small boy once asked
When will I grow up
When will I see what grownups do see...
In his fight to come of age, he would have to know the age
To be recognized is when I'm not unmasked
And mama used to say
Take your time, young man...
Mama used to say
Don't you rush to get old...
Mama used to say
Take it in your stride...
Mama used to say
Live your life...
As the years went rushin' by he would cut down on his age
He would tell his girl of how it used to be
How his mommy passed away, but these lines she would say
And at the time he couldn't understand
Mama used to say
Take your time, young man...
Mama used to say
Don't you rush to get old...
Mama used to say
Take it in your stride...
Mama used to say
Live your life...
You're young, so young, don't hold on back
Do all you want to do
Now is the time for you to stride
For you to get better in what you are doin', oh
Now is the time for you to stride
For you to get better in what you are doin', oh
A small boy once asked
When will I grow up
When will I see what grownups do see ...
In his fight to come of age, he would have to know the age
To be recognized is when I'm not unmasked
And mama used to say
Take your time, young man ...
Mama used to say
Don't you rush to get old ...
Mama used to say
Take it in your stride ...
Mama used to say
Live your life, live your life, live your life, oh ...
Hey, mama used to say
Take your time, young man ...
Mama used to say
Don't you rush to get old ...
Mama used to say
Take it in your stride ...
Mama used to say
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey ...
Ooh
Ooh
Mama used to say, ooh ...
Mama used to say, ooh ...
Mama used to say, ooh ...
Mama used to say, ooh ...
Mama used to say
Donderdag 23 januari 1969
Oh Happy Day (Joan Baez)
Oh Happy Day
Composer(s): Edwin R. Hawkins
Performer(s): Joan Baez
Oh happy day (oh happy day)
Oh happy day (oh happy day)
When Jesus washed (when Jesus washed)
When Jesus washed (when Jesus washed)
When Jesus washed (when Jesus washed)
He washed my sins away (oh happy day)
Oh happy day (oh happy day)
He taught me how to watch
fight and pray fight and pray
And live rejoicing every, everyday
Oh happy day....
He taught me how....
Oh happy day (oh happy day)
Oh happy day (oh happy day
Oh happy day (oh happy day)....
Dinsdag 21 januari 1969
Mama Told Me (Not To Come)
Mama Told Me (Not To Come)
Composer(s): Randy Newman
Originally performed by: The Animals
Covered by various other artists
Want some whiskey in your water?
Sugar in your tea?
What's all these crazy questions you're askin' me?
This is the craziest party that could ever be
Don't turn on the lights `cause I don't wanna see
Mama told me not to come
Mama told me not to come
That ain't to have fun, no, uh-uh
Open up your window, let some air into this room
I think I'm almost chokin' from the smell of stale perfume
And that cigarette you're smokin'
Don't scare me half to death
Open up the window, sucker, let me catch my breath
Mama told me not to come
Mama told me not to come
That ain't to have fun, son
That ain't to have fun, son
The radio is blastin', someone's knockin' at the door
I'm lookin' at my girlfriend, she's passed out on the floor
I've seen so many things I ain't never seen before
Don't know what it is, I don't wanna see it no more
Mama told me not to come
Mama told me not to come
She said that ain't to have fun, son
That ain't to have fun, son
That ain't to have fun, no
That ain't to have fun, son
Dinsdag 21 januari 1969
Oh Dear, What Can The Matter Be?
Oh Dear, What Can The Matter Be?
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Terry Callier;
and various other artists
Oh, dear! What can the matter be?
Dear, dear! What can the matter be?
Oh, dear! What can the matter be?
Johnny's so long at the fair
He promised to buy me a trinket to please me
And then for a smile, oh, he vowed he would tease me
He promised to buy me a bunch of blue ribbons
To tie up my bonnie brown hair
Oh, dear! What can the matter be?
Dear, dear! What can the matter be?
Oh, dear! What can the matter be?
Johnny's so long at the fair
He promised to bring me a basket of posies
A garland of lilies, a gift of red roses
A little straw hat to set off the blue ribbons
That tie up my bonnie brown hair
Oh, dear! What can the matter be?
Oh, dear! What can the matter be?
Oh, dear! What can the matter be?
Johnny's so long at the fair
Maandag 20 januari 1969
Mama Sang A Song
