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  • 18-01-1969
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Mama Roma
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    Mama Roma
    Composer(s): Henry George David Weiss
    Performer(s): Dean Martin



    (Mama Roma, Mama)
    (Mama Roma, Mama)
    She's a town with a heart
    Just the place for the start of amoré
    (Mama Roma, Mama)
    For the old tidal shores
    See the young by the score from each doorway
    (Mama Roma, Mama)
    Mama Roma has eyes
    That were burned from the skies of amoré
    Mama Roma takes care
    Just to lead them to their one and only

    On a strada in Rome
    I was walkin' alone
    It was Springtime
    (Mama Roma, Mama)
    Like a soft-hearted Mama
    The City took pity on me
    Soon a voice, oh so tender and dulcé
    Was saying "Ti amo"
    (I love you, I love you)
    Like a dream comin' true
    Mama Roma had sent me to you
    (Mama Roma, Mama)
    (Mama Roma, Mama)

    (Mama Roma, Mama)
    Like a soft-hearted Mama
    The City took pity on me
    Soon a voice, oh so tender and dulcé
    Was saying "Ti amo"
    (I love you, I love you)
    Like a dream comin' true
    Mama Roma had sent me to you
    (Mama Roma, Mama)
    Mama Roma
    (Mama Roma, Mama)
    Mama Roma
    (Mama Roma, Mama)
    Mama Roma...



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Oh! What It Seemed To Be
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    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




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    17-01-1969
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Mama Mama Rosa (Where's The Spumoni?)
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    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!



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Oh! What A Pal Was Mary
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    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




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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.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




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    16-01-1969
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    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



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Oh! Sweet Nuthin'
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    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




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    15-01-1969
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    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



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.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




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    14-01-1969
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    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



    Categorie:Franse Songs

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    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




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    13-01-1969
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    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)



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Oh! Quelle Famille
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    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!




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    12-01-1969
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    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



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Oh! Oh! Antonio
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    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




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    11-01-1969
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    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



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.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




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    10-01-1969
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    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 ...



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    09-01-1969
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. 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



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Oh! Mon Amour
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    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.........




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