Tutti Frutti
((Adapted from: Tutti-Frutti (English Version) (Little Richard and His Band) - 1955))
Composer(s): Little Richard - Dorothy LaBostrie - Joe Lubin
Performer(s): The Swinging Blue Jeans - 1964

Versions In Other Languages:
1962 - Tutti-Frutti (Finnish Version) (Pekka Loukiala)
1964 - Tutti Frutti (German Version) (The Swinging Blue Jeans)
1979 - Gang I Den - Jenny Jenny - Er Det Rudi (Rock Nalle & The Flames)
1984 - Medley: Blue Suede Shoes - Rip It Up - Tutti Frutti (Will Tura)



Wabadadooda wambambam
Tutti Frutti all route it Tutti Frutti all route it
Tutti Frutti
all route it Tutti Frutti all route it
Tutti Frutti
all route it
Wabadadooda wambambam
Von Liverpool kommen wir
mit einem tollen Beat
Gestern war ihrem neu
heut' tanzen alle mit!
So geht's jeden Tag
so geht's jede Nacht
bis uns der Rhythmus crazy macht!
Tutti Frutti...
Von Liverpool kommen wir
und alles hat gestaunt
Ost und wWest
Süd und Nord
über diesen Supersound!
So geht's jeden Tag
so geht's jede Nacht
bis uns der Rhythmus crazy macht!
Tutti Frutti...
von Liverpool kommen wir mit einem tollen Beat...

I Wish You Could Have Turned My Head (And Left My Heart Alone)
Composer(s): Sonny Throckmorton
Performer(s): Oak Ridge Boys; T.G. Sheppard



I wish you could have turned my head and left my heart alone
Ever since I met you, baby, you have done me wrong
You walk by and you shake that thing and you know I'm not that strong
I wish you could have turned my head and left my heart alone

The first time I laid eyes on you, got caught up in your sway
I thought I didn't have a chance and then you looked my way
From the longing to the loving, girl, we've made it all the way
But for all the hunger in my eyes, my heart has had to pay

I wish you could have turned my head and left my heart alone
Ever since I met you, baby, you have done me wrong
You walk by and you shake that thing and you know I'm not that strong
I wish you could have turned my head and left my heart alone

I wish you could have turned my head and left my heart alone
Ever since I met you, baby, you have done me wrong
You walk by and you shake that thing and you know I'm not that strong
I wish you could have turned my head and left my heart alone

Knockin' On Heaven's Door
Composer(s): Bob Dylan
Performer(s): Bob Dylan;
and various other artists



Mama, take this badge up from me
I can't use it any more
It's getting dark, too dark to see
Feels like I'm knocking on heaven's door

Knock, knock, knocking on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knocking on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knocking on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knocking on heaven's door

Mama, wipe the blood from my face
I'm sick and tired of the war
Got that old black feeling and it's out to trace
Feels like I'm knocking on heaven's door

Knock, knock, knocking on heaven's door ...

Mama, put my guns in the ground
I can't shoot them any more
Heaven's old black train is a-pullin' on down
Feels like I'm knocking on heaven's door

Knock, knock, knocking on heaven's door ...

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ...

Mama, take this badge up from me

Tutti All'infreno
Composer(s): Antonello Venditti
Performer(s): Antonello Venditti



"Pentiti, suddito pentiti, hai fatto tanto hai fatto pure troppo
adesso restituisci sto malloppo 
Cazzo"

L'avevo detto che questo mondo non era perfetto
ma qui tra il dare e l'avere i conti non tornano ancora
La nostra storia non è soltanto una grande piovra
ci vogliono un cuore, due mai e tre palle per vivere ancora
E giacca e cravatta nell'azzurro te ne vai
oh, è il nuovo che avanza, non lo senti il suo chiamare
sei già nella lista del clan di Belzebù
tutti all'inferno del fuoco eterno
e poi giù, giù, giù, giù
giù, giù, giù, giù
giù, giù, giù, giù

Buon giorno amore, oh, fuori c'è il sole
è bello restarsene ancora abbracciati sotto le lenzuola
Fuori c'è Roma, e una domenica di primavera
andremo a passeggio per le strade del centro fino a piazza Navona
Ma giacca e cravatta da domani te ne andrai
oh, è il nuovo che avanza, non lo senti il suo viavai
sei già nella lista del clan di Belzebù
tutti alla festa, la grande festa
ancora più giù, giù, giù, giù
giù, giù, giù, giù
giù, giù, giù, giù
giù, giù, giù, giù

L'avevo detto che questo mondo non era perfetto
ma qui tra il dare e l'avere i conti non tornano ancora
non tornano ancora, non tornano ancora
non tornano ancora, non tornano ancora...

I Wish You Could Be Here
Composer(s): Paul Simon; Bruce Woodley
Performer(s): The Seekers; The Cyrkle; The Sons of Champlin



Looking from my window
On the freshly fallen snow
That sparkles as it tumbles 
Upon the streets below
And the crackle of the fire
Is laughing in my ear
And the room is warm and sleepy
Oh, I wish you could be here

Sundays in this town
There's not a lot for me to do
I've been listening to some records
But my thoughts return to you
Oh, I try to read the paper
But the words aren't very clear
And I know there's something missing
I wish you could be here

I keep listening for your footsteps
Or the key turned in the door
I sure could use your company
But I've said all that before
And the winter's going to last 
A long time this year
I've got lots of empty time to fill
And I wish you could be here

Knocking At Your Back Door
Composer(s): Ian Gillan; Ritchie Blackmore; Roger Glover
Performer(s): Deep Purple



Sweet Lucy was a dancer
But none of us would chance her
Because she was a samurai
She made electric shadows
Beyond our fingertips
And none of us could reach that high
She came on like a teaser
I had to touch and please her
Enjoy a little paradise
The log was in my pocket
When Lucy met the rockett
She never knew the reason why

I can't deny it 
With that smile on her face
Oh it's not the kill
It's the thrill of the chase

Feel it coming
It's knocking at the door
You know it's no good running
It's not against the law
The point of no return 
An' now you know the score
An' now you're learning
Aha, what's knockin' at your back door

Sweet Nancy was so fancy
To get into her pantry
We had to be the aristocracy
The members that she toyed with
At her city club
Were something in diplomacy
So we put her on the hit list
Of a common cunning linguist
A master of many tongues
And now she eases gently
From her Austin to her Bentley
Suddenly she feels so young

I can't deny it 
With that smile on her face
Oh it's not the kill 
It's the thrill of the chase

Feel it coming
It's knocking at the door
You know it's no good running
No it's not against the law
The point of no return
Now you know the score
An' now you're learning
Aha, what's knockin' at your back door

Sweet Lucy was a dancer
But none of us would chance her
Because she was a samurai
She made electric shadows
Beyond our fingertips
And one of us could reach that high

I can't deny it 
With that smile on my face
Oh it's not the kill
It's the thrill of the chase

Feel it coming, knocking at the door
You know it's no good running
Now it's knockin' at your door
Aha, knockin' at your back door

Tush
Composer(s): Billy Gibbons - Dusty Hill - Frank Beard
First release: ZZ Top - 1975
Covered by multiple other artists



I been up, I been down
Take my word, my way around
I ain't askin' for much
I said, Lord, take me downtown
I'm just lookin' for some tush
I been bad, I been good
Dallas, Texas, Hollywood
I ain't askin' for much
I said, Lord, take me downtown
I'm just lookin' for some tush

Take me back way back home
not by myself, not alone
I ain't askin' for much
I said, Lord, take me downtown
I'm just lookin' for some tush

I Wish Tonight Could Last Forever
Composer(s): Russ Ballard
Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog



It feels so good to be by your side
Oh darling let me be your guide
From tonight let's stay together
There's a blue moon in the sky
Tonight, It's there for you and I
Darling, let my love surround you
Oh but I'm so glad I found you

I wish tonight could last forever
Oh darling can we stay together
From now on let's vow we'll never part
'Cos darling that will break my heart
And when the light brings tomorrow
Oh darling, will it bring me sorrow
Will you let me hold you in this way
Oh I wish tonight could last forever

Tonight I feel it in the air
Just look around it's everywhere
Who knows where the night will lead us
Oh it feels so good to hold you tight
Hold you close without a soul in sight
We came together without warning
And stayed together 'til the morning

I wish tonight could last forever
Oh darling can we stay together
From now on let's vow we'll never part
'Cos darling that will break my heart
And when the light brings tomorrow
Oh darling, will it bring me sorrow
Will you let me hold you in this way
Oh I wish tonight could last forever

Knocking Nails Into My House
Composer(s): Jeff Lynne
Performer(s): Ambrose Slade; The Idle Race



This house is mine but the men they say it's not
You see this house is the only place I've got
Running round they work so hard and fast
But they don't know my house is built to last

Chorus
Here comes a man, in a van
He's looking very angry at me

They're knocking nails into walls, hoho, my walls
They run and hide as the only ceiling falls
Glee for leave they gather in my shed
They gone for now so I can ease my head

They're knocking nails into my house
They're knocking nails into my house
They work so hard, all it's left is my sunroof
There goes a wall, oh I think I spoke too soon

They're knocking nails into my house
They're knocking nails into my house
They're knocking nails into my house
Look out!

Tus Regalos Deberían De Llegar
Composer(s): Fito Páez
Performer(s): Fito Páez



Epifánico silencio a la hora del amar
tus ensueños ya se hicieron a la mar
un extracto del perfume del dolor
tus muñecas boca arriba y hacia el sol
tus regalos deberían de llegar
los elefantas locos, el vestido, el ajuar
caminando en la neblina
que disipa el corazón
los milagros en tu cuerpo ya serán
las violetas de tu sangre vivirán
sobre un río enamorado y en su andar

Tus regalos deberían de llegar
las velas, las vajillas y tu felicidad
y no sabes si detenerte o llover
y parada sobre el mundo a tus pies
tu sonrisa que nos hace pensar
tiembla el mundo que no entiende al final
ese beso de la vida
la sutil melancolía
el momento cuando piras
los espacios donde miras
y las gotas de tu lluvia se iran
y otra vez en la secuencia
de los pétalos que caen
se descubren los misterios del azar
y las manos que se encuentran en la flor
la bestial naturaleza del amor
tus regalos deberían de llegar
si todo se termina
todo vuelve a empezar
la mañana que se viene
es una vieja sensación
que refleja los espejos del tiempo
y la niña acurrucada en el rincón
es la chica contra la furia de Dios
tus regalos deberían de llegar
no es mucho lo que tengo para darte, mira

Y no sabes si detenerte o llover
y parada sobre el mundo a tus pies
tu sonrisa que nos hace temblar
tiembla el mundo
que no entiende al final
ese beso de la vida
la sutil melancolía
el momento cuando piras
los espacios donde miras
y las gotas de tu lluvia se iran
y tus regalos deberían de llegar
y las gotas de tu lluvia se iran

I Wish It Would Rain
Composer(s): Roger Penzabene; Barrett Strong; Norman Whitfield
First release by: The Temptations - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists



Hmmm
Sunshine, blue skies, please go away
My girl has found another and gone away
With her went my future, my life is filled with gloom
So day after day, I stayed locked up in my room
I know to you it might sound strange
But I wish it would rain 
(How I wish that it would rain)
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

'Cause so badly I wanna go outside 
(Such a lovely day)
But everyone knows that a man ain't suppose to cry, listen
I gotta cry 'cause cryin' eases the pain, oh yeah
People this hurt I feel inside, words can never explain
I just wish it would rain 
(Oh, how I wish that it would rain)

Oh, let it rain
Rain, rain, rain (Oh, how I wish that it would rain)
Ooo, baby 
Let it rain.
(Let it rain) 
Oh yeah, let it rain

Day in, day out, my tear stained face
Pressed against the window pane
My eyes search the skies, desperately for rain
'Cause raindrops will hide my teardrops
And no one will ever know
That I'm cryin'... cryin' when I go outside
To the world outside my tears, I refuse to explain
Oh, I wish it would rain 
(Oh, how I wish that it would rain)
Ooo, baby

Let it rain, let it rain
I need rain to disguise the tears in my eyes
Oh, let it rain
Oh, yeah, yeah listen
I'm a man and I got my pride
Give me rain or I'm gonna stay inside
Let it rain

(Let it rain)
(Let it (rain) (rain) (rain) rain, rain)

Knocking 'Round The Zoo
Composer(s): James Taylor
Performer(s): James Taylor



Just knocking around the zoo
on a Thursday afternoon
There's bars on all the windows
and they're counting up the spoons
And if I'm feeling edgy 
there's a chick who's paid to be my slave
But she'll hit me with a needle
if she thinks I'm trying to misbehave

Now the keeper's trying to cool me says I'm bound to be alright
But I know that he can't fool me 'cause I'm putting him uptight
And I can feel him getting edgy every time I make a sudden move
And I can hear them celebrating every time I up and leave the room

Now my friends all came to see me they point at me and stare
Said he's just like the rest of us so what's he doing in there
They hide in their movie theaters drinking juice-keeping tight
'Cause they're certain about one thing that zoo's no place to spend the night

Just knocking around the zoo on a Thursday afternoon
There's bars on all the windows and they're counting up the spoons
And if I'm feeling edgy there's a chick who's paid to be my slave
But she'll hit me with a needle if she thinks I'm trying to misbehave

Tus Lágrimas
Composer(s): Cordova - José Alfredo Jiménez
Performer(s): José Alfredo Jiménez; La Sonora Dinamita; Karu Nan



Tus lágrimas
o las pago con lágrimas
o mejor no las pago
si tú lloraste por mí
yo he de llorar por tí
o ver lo que hago

Mi corazón
está sembrado en una tierra
donde crecen puros desengaños
tú empiezas a vivir
no sabes elegir
yo tengo muchos años

Pero tu edad
no sabe del dolor
no te vas a encontrar
más adelante

Pero tu edad
tampoco va a saber
del eterno querer
que yo te canté

Por eso quiero
pagar con lágrimas tus lágrimas
y llorar por tu amor
como lloraste tu valientemente

I Wish I Wuz (Hi Ho Fiddle Dee Dee)
Composer(s): Lyn Murray; Sid Kuller
Performer(s): Rosemary Clooney
and multiple other artists



Hi-ho, fiddle-dee-dee
Tell ya what I'd like to be
Hi-ho, fiddle-dee-dee
Here is what I dream I'd like to be

I wish I was a swingin', clingin' vine
I wish I was a swingin', clingin' vine
If I was a swingin', clingin' vine
I'd only cling to the boy of mine
I wish I was a swingin', clingin' vine

Hi-ho, fiddle-dee-dee
Tell ya what I'd like to be
Hi-ho, fiddle-dee-dee
Here is what I dream I'd like to be
I wish I was a glass of sherry wine
I wish I was a glass of sherry wine
If I was a glass of sherry wine
I'd warm your heart till you were mine
I wish I was a glass of sherry wine

Hi-ho, fiddle-dee-dee
Tell ya what I'd like to be
Hi-ho, fiddle-dee-dee
Here is what I dream I'd like to be

I wish I was an apple on a tree
I wish I was an apple on a tree
If I was an apple on a tree
A boy'd come along, take a bite from me
I wish I was an apple on a tree

Hi-ho, fiddle-dee-dee
Tell ya what I'd like to be
Hi-ho, fiddle-dee-dee
Here is what I dream I'd like to be

Here is what I dream I'd like to be

Knock-Kneed Napua
Composer(s): Prince Kawohi; Steve Graham
Performer(s): Prince Kawohi



They call her knock-kneed Napua from Kailua
She's the talk of Lanikai
When she does the hula over in Kailua
You can hear them cheer in Molokai

She dances on the sands 
And her hula hands just seem to say
Hold on to your kane and don't let him go 
Or I might steal him away

So one day knock-kneed Napua from Kailua
Took a trip to Waikiki
Television beckoned, "This is it," she reckoned,
"Here's my chance to dance on TV"

She shook and rolled her eyes
Then they realized their big mistake
She ami'd here and she ami'd there
Ev'ry camera quivered and quaked

So they said "knock-kneed Napua from Kailua
Go back to dear old Lanikai
Then you can do your hula over in Kailua"
Underneath the blue Hawaiian sky
Underneath the blue Hawaiian sky

Turtle Blues
Composer(s): Janis Joplin
First release: Big Brother & The Holding Company - 1968
Covered by multiple other artists



Ah, I'm a mean, mean woman
I don't mean no one man, no good, no
I'm a mean, mean woman
I don't mean no one man, no good
I just treats 'em like I wants to
I never treats 'em, honey like I should

Oh, Lord, I once had a daddy
He said he'd give me everything in sight
Once had a daddy
Said he'd give me everything in sight
Yes, he did
So I said, "Honey, I want the sunshine
You take the stars out of the night
Come on and give 'em to me, babe, 'cause I want 'em right now"

I ain't the kind of woman
Who'd make your life a bed of ease, ha ha ha ha!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
I'm not the kind of woman, no
To make your life a bed of ease
Yeah, but if you, if you just wanna go out drinkin', honey
Won't you invite me along, please
Oh, I'll be so good to ya babe, yeah!
Whoa, go on!

I guess I'm just like a turtle
That's hidin' underneath its horny shell
Whoa, whoa, oh yeah, like a turtle
Hidin' underneath its hard-ass shell
But you know I'm very well protected
I know this goddamn life too well

Oh! Now call me mean, you can call me evil, yeah, yeah
I've been called much worser things around
Honey, don't ya know I have!
Whoa, call me mean or call me evil
I've been called much worser things, all things around
Yeah, but I'm gonna take good care of Janis, yeah
Honey, ain't no one gonna dog me down
Alright, yeah

I Wish I Weren't In Love
Composer(s): Paul Simon
Performer(s): Jerry Landis (aka Paul Simon)



I've got a problem
The girl I love doesn't love me at all
In fact she won't even answer my call
I wish I weren't in love

I can't do my homework
I write her name on my notebook all night
The way she treats me, it just isn't right
I wish I weren't in love

What can I do, what can I say
How can I make her stop, hurting me this way
I'm so unhappy, you just don't know
Oh, how I love that girl
Guess I'm the loneliest boy in this world
I wish I weren't in love

Knokke-Le-Zoute
Composer(s): Jacques Brel
Performer(s): Jacques Brel



Les soirs où je suis argentin
Je m'offre quelques argentines
Quite à cueillir dans les vitrines
Des jolis quartiers d'Amsterdam
Des lianes qui auraient ce teint de femme
Qu'exporte vos cités latines
Ces soirs-là je les veux félines
Avec un rien de brillantine
Collé aux cheveux de la langue
Elles seraient fraiches comme des mangues
Et compenseraient leur maladresse
À coups de poitrine et de fesses

Ah mais ce soir
Y a pas d'argentines
Y a pas d'espoir
Y a pas de doute
Non ce soir
Il pleut sur Knokke-le-Zoute
Ce soir comme tous les soirs
Je me rentre chez moi
Le cœur en déroute
Et la bitte sous l'bras

Les jours où je suis espagnol
Petites fesses grande bagnole
Elles passent toutes à la casserole
Quite à pourchasser dans Hambourg
Des carmencitas de faubourg
Qui nous reviennent de vérole
Je me les veux fraiches et joyeuses
Bonnes travailleuse sans parlotes
Mi andalouses mi anguleuses
De ces femelles qu'on gestapote
Parce qu'elles ne savent pas encore
Que Franco est tout à fait mort

Mais ce soir
Y a pas d'espagnoles
Y a pas de casseroles
Y pas de doute
Non ce soir
Il pleut sur Knokke-le-Zoute
Ce soir comme tous les soirs
Je me rentre chez moi
Le cœur en déroute
Et la bitte sous l'bras

Les soirs depuis Caracas
Je panama je partaguasse
Je suis l'plus beau
Je pars en chasse
Je glisse de palace en palace
Pour y dénicher le gros lot
Qui n'attend que mon coup de grâce
Je la veux folle comme un travelo
Découverte de vieux rideaux
Mais cependant "dévanescente"
Elle m'attendrait depuis toujours
Cerclée de serpents et de plantes
Parmi les livres de Dufour

Mais ce soir
Y a pas de Caracas
Y a pas de dévanescentes
Y a pas de doute
Mais ce soir
Il pleut sur Knokke-le-Zoute
Ce soir comme tous les soirs
Je me rentre chez moi
Le cœur en déroute
Et la bitte sous l'bras

Demain oui
Peut être que ...
Peut être que demain je serai argentin ... oui
Je m'offrai des argentines
Quite à cueillir dans les vitrines
Des jolis quartiers d'Amsterdam
Des lianes qui auraient ce teint de femme
Qu'exporte vos cités latines
Demain je les voudrai félines
Avec ce rien de brillantine
Collé aux cheveux de la langue
Elles seront fraiches comme des mangues
Et compenseront leur maladresse
À coups de poitrine et de fesses

Demain je serai espagnol
Petites fesses grande bagnole
Elles passeront toutes à la casserole
Quite à pourchasser dans Hambourg
Des Carmencitas de faubourg
Qui nous reviendront de vérole
Je les voudrai fraiches et joyeuses
Bonnes travailleuses sans parlotes
Mi andalouses mi anguleuses
De ces femelles qu'on gestapote
Parce qu'elles ne savent pas encore
Que Franco est tout à fait mort

Les soirs depuis Caracas
Je panama je partaguasse
Je suis l'plus beau
Je pars en chasse
Je glisse de palace en palace
Pour y dénicher le gros lot
Qui n'attend que mon coup de grâce
Je la veux folle comme un travelo
Découverte de vieux rideaux
Mais cependant dévanescente
Elle m'attendrait depuis toujours
Cerclée de serpents et de plantes
Parmi les livres de "Dufour"

Turquoise
Composer(s): Donovan
First release: Donovan - 1965



Your smile beams like sunlight on a gull's wing
And the leaves dance and play after you
Take my hand and hold it as you would a flower
Take care with my heart, oh darling, she's made of glass

Your eyes feel like silence resting on me
And the birds cease to sing when you rise
Ride easy your fairy stallion you have mounted
Take care how you ride, my precious, you might fall down

In the pastel skies a sunset I have wondered
With my eyes and ears and heart stained to the full
I know I tasted the essence in the few days
Take care who you love, my precious, he might not know

I Wish I Were In Love Again 
Composer(s): Richard Rodgers; Lorenz Hart
First performance by: Grace McDonald & Rolly Pickert - 1937
Covered by multiple other artists



The sleepless nights - the daily fights
The quick toboggan - when you reach the heights
I miss the kisses - and I miss the bites
I wish I were in love again

The broken dates - the endless waits
The lovely loving - and the hateful hates
The conversation - with the flying plates
I wish I were in love again

No more pain - no more strain
Now I'm sane - but I would rather be punched - drunk

The pulled out fur - of cat and cur
The fine mismating - of a him and her
I've learned my lesson - but I wish I were
In love again

The furtive sigh - the blackened eye
The words: "I love you - 'til the day I day"
The self deception - that believes the lie
I wish I were in love again

When love congeals - it soon reveals
The faint aroma - of performing seals
The double-crossing - of a pair of heals
I wish I were in love again

No, no more care - no, no despair
Now I'm all there (now) - but I'd rather be punch-drunk

Believe me sir - I much prefer
The classic battle - of a him and her
I don't like quiet - and I wish I were
In love again - in love again - in love again