Lucille ((aka Lucille (Johnny Hallyday) - 1964))
((Adapted from: Lucille (Little Richard) - 1957))
((Dutch Version: Lucille (Normaal) - 1990))
Composer(s): Little Richard - Al Collins - Michel Pagliaro
Performer(s): Michel Pagliaro - 1975



Lucille, tu es toujours partie en ville
Lucille, tu es toujours partie en ville
Ouais, je sais que je t'aime
Il n'y a que toi Lucille

Lucille, reviens tout de suite à la maison
Lucllle, reviens tout de suite à la maison
Oui, je ne peux me passer de toi
Tu me fais perdre la raison

How! Alors elle s'est enfuie
Je n'ai pu la rattraper
J'ai demandé de l'aide
Mais personne n'a répliqué

Lucille, reviens tout de suite à la maison
Oui, je ne peux me passer de toi
Tu me fais perdre la raison
Waah, aah

Lucille, reviens tout de suite à la maison
Lucille, reviens tout de suite à la maison
Oui, je ne peux me passer de toi
Tu me fais perdre la raison

Oh, alors elle s'est enfuie
Je n'ai pu la rattraper
J'ai demandé de l'aide
Mais personne n'a répliqué

Lucille, reviens tout de suite à la maison
Oui je sais que je t'aime
Il n'y a que toi Lucille
Aah, ah, je sais que je t'aime, il n'y a que toi Lucille
Aah, ah, je sais que je t'aime, il n'y a que toi Lucille
How!

Money For Nothing
Composer(s): Mark Knopfler; Sting
Originally performed by: Dire Straits



I want my MTV...
Now look at them yo-yo's - that's the way you do it
You play the guitar on the MTV
That ain't working, that's the way you do it
Money for nothing and your chicks for free
Now that ain't working, that's the way you do it
Lemme tell ya - them guys ain't dumb
Maybe get a blister on your little finger 
Maybe get a blister on your thumb

We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen delivery
We gotta move this refrigerator
We gotta move this colour TV

See the little faggot with the earing and the make-up
Yeah buddy - that's hih own hair
The little faggot got his own jet airplane
The little faggot he's a millionaire

We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen delivery
We gotta move this refrigerator
We gotta move this colour TV

Uahuah...
Ha...

We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen delivery
Who's gotta move this refrigerator?
Who's gotta move this colour TV?

I shoulda learn to play the guitar
I shoulda learn to play them drums
Look at that mamma, she's got it - stickin' in the camera 
Man - we could have some fun
And he's up there, what's there - Hawaaian noises 
You're banging on the bongoes like a chimpasee

Ooh - that ain't working, that's the way you do it
Money for nothing and your chicks for free

We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen delivery
We gotta move this refrigerator
We gotta move this colour TV 

Gimme All Your Lovin'
Composer(s): Frank Beard; Billy Gibbons; Dan Hill
Performer(s): ZZ Top;
and various other artists



I got to have a shot of what you got is oh so sweet
You got to make it hot, like a boomerang I need a repeat

Gimme all your lovin', all your hugs and kisses too
Gimme all your lovin', don't let up until we're through

You got to whip it up and hit me like a ton of lead
If I blow my top will you let it go to your head?

Gimme all your lovin', all your hugs and kisses too
Gimme all your lovin', don't let up until we're through

You got to move it up and use it like a screwball would
You got to pack it up, work it like a new boy should

Gimme all your lovin', all your hugs and kisses too
Gimme all your lovin', don't let up until we're through

Lucille
Composer(s): Little Richard - Al Collins
First release by: Little Richard - 1957
Covered by multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1964 - Lucille (French Version) (Johnny Hallyday)
1975 - Lucille (French Version) (Michel Pagliaro)
1990 - Lucille (Dutch Version) (Normaal)



Lucille
baby do your sister's will
Lucille
baby do your sister's will 
Well you went up and married 
but I love you still

Lucille
baby satisfy my soul
Lucille 
baby satisfy my soul 
Well you know I love baby
I'll never let you go 

Well I woke up this morning 
Lucille was not inside 
I asked her friends about her 
but all their lips were tight 

Lucille
please come back where you belong 
Well I'm talking to you baby 
I'll never put you on

Well Lucille
baby do your sister's will 
Oo Lucille
yeah baby do your sister's will 
Well you went up and married 
but I love you still

Money Down
Composer(s): Wally Bryson
Performer(s): The Raspberries



Never let no woman abuse me
Never let no woman misuse me
Never let no woman confuse me
Never laid my money down
Little woman think I got a heart of stone
'Cause I just wanna love 'em and leave 'em alone
Money down!

Lotta funky women been tryin' to scare me
Tell me that they'll leave me if I ain't true
Ain't been a one who didn't have to share me
Ya know that when they leave it ain't me that's blue
Little woman can't ya see I'm bound to roam
And I got no fears about livin' alone
Money down!

Little woman tryin' to put the chains on me
Til my dyin' day I'm gonna wanna be free
Sorry 'bout it, baby, but that's just me!

Yeah, all right!  All right!
Ooh, yeah!
Ooh, yeah, yeah!
Money down!

Said I never let no woman abuse me
And I never let no woman misuse me
I never let no woman confuse me
Never laid my money down
Little woman think I got a heart of stone
'Cause I just wanna love 'em and leave 'em alone
Yeah! Yes I do
Money down! Uh-huh
Money down! Money down!
Said, Money down, yeah!
Oh, you can leave me
Oh yeah, oh no
Money down, down, down, down, down 

Gimme A Pigfoot (And A Bottle Of Beer)
Composer(s): Coot Grant; Wesley Wilson
Performer(s): Bessie Smith;
and various other artists



Spoken: 
Twenty-five cents, hah, no, no
I wouldn't pay twenty-five cents to go in nowhere
'Cause listen here.....

Up in Harlem ev'ry Saturday night
When the highbrows get together its just too tight
They all congregates at an all night strut
And what they do is tut-tut-tut

Old Hannah Brown from 'cross town
Gets full of corn and starts breakin' 'em down
Just at the break of day
You can hear old Hannah say

Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer
Send me 'gain, I don't care
I feel just like I wanna clown
Give the piano player a drink
Because he's bringin' me down!
He's gotta rhythm, Y-e-e-a-a-h!
When he stomps his feet
He sends me right off to sleep
Check all your razors and your guns
We gonna be 'rested when the wagon comes
I wanna pigfoot and a bottle of beer
Send me 'cause I don't care
Play me 'cause I don't care

Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer
Send me 'gain, I don't care
I feel just like I wanna clown
Give the piano player a drink
Because he's bringin' me down
He's got rhythm, Y-e-e-a-a-h!
When he stomps his feet
He sends me right off to sleep
Check all your razors and your guns
Do the shim-sham-shimmy 'til the risin' sun
Give me a reefer and a gang o' gin
Play me 'cause I'm in my sin
Play me 'cause I'm full of gin

Lucille ((aka Lucille (Michel Pagliaro) - 1975))
((Adapted from: Lucille (Little Richard) - 1957))
((Dutch Version: Lucille (Normaal) - 1990))
Composer(s): Little Richard - Al Collins - Alain Gaunay - Claude Pitkowski
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday - 1964



Lucille
Pourquoi reviens-tu ce soir?
Lucille
Maintenant il est trop tard
Entre nous c'est fini
Je ne veux plus te revoir

Lucille
Pourquoi viens-tu t'excuser?
Lucille
Je t'ai déjà oubliée
Tu ne comptes plus pour moi
Tu devrais t'en aller

Quand je t'ai vue danser avec lui dans le noir
J'aurais voulu pleurer car je ne pouvais pas le croire
Lucille
Et quand il t'a embrassée
Mon cœur s'est mis à battre et mes mains à trembler

Oh! Lucille

Oh! Lucille
Je ne sais pas ce qui m'a pris
Lucille
Comme un fou je suis parti
Tu avais tout brisé
Tout, en une seule nuit

Oh! Lucille

Money Burns A Hole In My Pocket
Composer(s): Bob Hilliard; Jule Styne
Performer(s): Dean Martin;
Troy Connolly; Jeff Harnar



Money burns a hole in my pocket
How I wish I had millions of dollars and nothing to do
But just buy pretty presents for you

Money burns a hole in my pocket
How I wish I had oil wells in Texas to keep me supplied
With money while I sit by your side

Every day of the week
We would visit the store
All the beautiful things you see
Would soon be yours
Cuz money burns a hole in my pocket
So I'm bringing your perfume and candy and roses of red
And wishing they were diamonds instead

Every day of the week
We kinda visit the store
All the beautiful things you see
Would soon be yours
Money burns a hole in my pocket
So I'm bringing your perfume and candy and roses of red
And wishing they were diamonds instead 

Gilly Gilly Ossenfeffer Katzenellen Bogen By The Sea
Composer(s): Al Hoffman; Dick Manning
Performer(s): The Four Lads;
and various other artists



There's a tiny house (There's a tiny house)
By a tiny stream (By a tiny stream)
Where a lovely lass (Where a lovely lass)
Had a lovely dream (Had a lovely dream)
And her dream came true (And her dream came true)
Quite unexpectedly
In Gilly Gilly Ossenfeffer Katzenellen Bogen By The Sea

She was out one day (She was out one day)
Where the tulips grow (Where the tulips grow)
When a handsome lad (When a handsome lad)
Stopped to say hello (Stopped to say hello)
And before she knew (And before she knew)
He kissed her tenderly
In Gilly Gilly Ossenfeffer Katzenellen Bogen By The Sea

(Spoken: 
All right now, Ladies and Gentlemen, you've heard us sing the whole thing right through
We want you to sing each and every word that Frankie sings
You ready? 
Here we go......)

There's a tiny house (There's a tiny house)
By a tiny stream (By a tiny stream)
Where a lovely lass (Where a lovely lass)
Had a lovely dream (Had a lovely dream)
And her dream came true (And her dream came true)
Quite unexpectedly
In Gilly Gilly Ossenfeffer Katzenellen Bogen By The Sea

She was out one day (She was out one day)
Where the tulips grow (Where the tulips grow)
When a handsome lad (When a handsome lad)
Stopped to say hello (Stopped to say hello)
And before she knew (And before she knew)
He kissed her tenderly
In Gilly Gilly Ossenfeffer Katzenellen Bogen By The Sea

The happy pair were married one Sunday afternoon
They left the church and ran away to spend their honeymoon

In a tiny house (In a tiny house)
By a tiny stream (By a tiny stream)
Where the lovely lass (Where the lovely lass)
Had a lovely dream (Had a lovely dream)
And the last I heard (And the last I heard)
They still live happily
In Gilly Gilly Ossenfeffer Katzenellen Bogen By The Sea
In Gilly Gilly Ossenfeffer Katzenellen Bogen By The Sea

Lucille
Composer(s): Roger Bowling - Hal Bynum
First release by: Kenny Rogers - 1977
Covered by multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1979 - Lásko, Mne Ubývá Sil (Pavel Bobek)
1984 - Pourquoi M'laisses-Tu Pas Tranquille, Lucille? (Eddy Mitchell)



In a bar in Toledo across the depot
On a barstool she took off her ring
I thought I'd get closer
So I walked on over
I sat down and ask her name
When the drink finally hit her
She said I'm no quitter
But I finally quit living on drinks
I'm hungry for laughter
And here ever after

In the mirror I saw him
I closely watch him
I thought how he looked out of place
He came to the woman
Sat down beside me
He had a strange look on his face
The big hands are callous
He looked like a mountain
From a minute I thought I was dead
But he started shaking
But his big heart was breaking

You picked the fine time to leave me, Lucille
Four hungry children and a crop in the field
I've had some bad time
Live thru' some sad times
But this time the hurting won't heal
You pick the fine time to leave me, Lucille

After he left her
I ordered some whisky
I thought how she made hime look small
From thee lights of the barroom
To rented hotel room
We walked without talking at all
She was a beauty
But when she came to me
She must have thought I lose my mind
I couldn't hold her
The words that he told her
The words that he told her
Kept coming back time after time

Money And Fame
Composer(s): Matthias Jabs; Herman Rarebell
Performer(s): Scorpions



You know nothing about loving
You lost somewhere down the line
You know nothing about giving
You should draw the line

You keep looking out for something
Something you're never gonna find
When will, will you show your feelings
You will lose your mind

Who's to blame my love
You play a dangerous game
Who's to blame my love
All you want is money and fame

You play, play with emotions
You need, need a stepping stone
You're out, out for sensations
Don't you, don't you feel alone

Who's to blame my love
You play a dangerous game
Who's to blame my love
All you want is money and fame 

Gilligan's Island
Composer(s): Sherwood Schwartz; George Wyle
Performer(s): Manic Hispanic;
and various other artists



Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale
A tale of a fateful trip 
That started from this tropic port 
Aboard this tiny ship
The mate was a mighty sailing man
The skipper brave and sure
Five passengers set sail that day 
For a three hour tour, a three hour tour
The weather started getting rough
The tiny ship was tossed
If not for the courage of the fearless crew 
The minnow would be lost, the minnow would be lost
The ship set ground on the shore of this uncharted desert isle 
With Gilligan 
The Skipper too
The millionaire and his wife
The movie star 
The professor and Mary Ann
Here on Gilligan's Isle
So this is the tale of the castaways
They're here for a long, long time
They'll have to make the best of things
It's an uphill climb
The first mate and the Skipper too
Will do their very best
To make the others comfortable
In the tropic island nest
No phone, no lights no motor cars
Not a single luxury
Like Robinson Crusoe
As primative as can be
So join us here each week my friends
You're sure to get a smile
From seven stranded castaways
Here on "Gilligan's Isle"

Lucifer Sam
Composer(s): Syd Barrett
First release by: Pink Floyd - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists



Lucifer Sam, Siam cat
Always sitting by your side
Always by your side
That cat's something I can't explain

Ginger, ginger you're a witch
You're the left side
He's the right side
Oh, no!
That cat's something I can't explain

Lucifer go to sea
Be a hip cat, be a ship's cat
Somewhere, anywhere
That cat's something I can't explain

At night prowling sifting sand
Hiding around on the ground
He'll be found when you're around
That cat's something I can't explain

Money (That's What I Want) 
French Title: Pas De Chance
Composer(s): Janie Bradford; Berry Gordy Jr.
Originally performed by: Barrett Strong
Covered by various other artists



The best things in life are free 
But you can keep them for the birds and bees 
Now give me money 
That's what I want 
That's what I want, yeah 
That's what I want 

You're loving' gives me a thrill 
But you're loving' don't pay my bills 
Now give me money 
That's what I want 
That's what I want, yeah 
That's what I want 

Money don't get everything it's true 
What it don't get, I can't use 
Now give me money 
That's what I want 
That's what I want, yeah 
That's what I want, wah 

Money don't get everything it's true 
What it don't get, I can't use 
Now give me money 
That's what I want 
That's what I want, yeah 
That's what I want 

Well now give me money 
Ow, money 
Wow, yeah, I wanna be free 
Oh I want money 
That's what I want 
That's what I want, well 
Now give me money 
ow, money 
Wow, yeah, you need money 
now, give me money 
That's what I want, yeah 
That's what I want, yeah 

G.I. Jo
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg;
Jean-Claude Brialy; Anna Karina



G.I. Jo
Tu vas mourir sous le drapeau américain
G.I. Jo
Tous les rockets auront ta peau américaine
Combien d'étoiles sur ce drapeau
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
Combien d'étoiles pour le héros
Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, zero

G.I. Jo
Wonder Woman pleure le héros américain
G.I. Jo
Tu vas mourir, grille une dernière américaine
Combien d'étoiles sur ce maillot
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
Combien d'étoiles sur le héros
Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, zero

Lucifer
((Adapted from: Crucified (Army of Lovers) - 1991))
Composer(s): Alexander Bard - Jean-Pierre Barda - Anders Wollbeck - Mary Boduin - Liliane Saint-Pierre
Performer(s): Liliane Saint-Pierre - 1997



Weg Lucifer 
Lucifer, verlaat de aarde
Neem al het kwade
Weer met je mee

't Is donker op de aarde
Je schaduw waart rond
Met wel duizend zwaarden
En geen mens zegt stop
De onschuld gaat tenonder
En gaat haar martelgang
We wachten op een wonder
We wachten al zo lang

Het onrecht tiert welig
Een witte mars trekt op
Het recht is overspelig
En hinkelt achterop
De liefde lijkt verloren
Nog voordat ze begon
Ze was als dood geboren
En satan overwon

Weg Lucifer 
Lucifer, verlaat de aarde
Neem al het kwade 
Weer met je mee

Weg Lucifer 
Lucifer, verdwijn in het donker
Diep in spelonken
Of vlammenzee

En miljoenen jaren
Glijden door je hand
Die hele mensenschare
Wacht op het beloofde land
't Vertrouwen is geschonden
We leven zo alleen
We kunnen enkel bidden
Heer, help ons hier doorheen
Heer, help ons hier doorheen
Heer, help ons hier doorheen

Weg Lucifer 
Lucifer, verlaat de aarde
Neem al het kwade 
Weer met je mee

Weg Lucifer 
Lucifer, verdwijn in het donker
Diep in spelonken
Of vlammenzee

We kunnen enkel bidden
Heer, help ons hier doorheen

Weg Lucifer 
Lucifer, verlaat de aarde
Neem al het kwade 
Weer met je mee

Weg Lucifer 
Lucifer, verdwijn in het donker
Diep in spelonken
Of vlammenzee

Weg Lucifer 
Lucifer, verlaat de aarde
Neem al het kwade 
Weer met je mee

Weg Lucifer 
Lucifer, verdwijn in het donker
Diep in spelonken
Of vlammenzee

Money
Composer(s): Ian Burden; Philip Oakey; Jim Russell
Performer(s): The Human League



Make your mind up 
Who's going to think for you?
When the time comes
You'll have to see it through
Use your instinct
And take a risk or two
Don't you worry
'Cause you'll know what to do
You can give so
Much to me
But I don't want it
I will be free
For the last time
I'm going out the door
You don't need me
To help you anymore
Eyes wide open
I see it's different now
Keep your comfort
I'll get along somehow
You can have my money
I don't need it anymore
I don't need your invitation
Down that lonesome corridor
Breakdown
You can have my money
I don't need it anymore
I don't need your invitation
Down that lonesome corridor
Nothing good comes easily
Count the cost, I will be free
You can scream and disagree
I don't want it - I will be free
You can have my money
I don't need it anymore
I don't need your invitation
Down that lonesome corridor
Nothing good comes easily
Count the cost, I will be free
You can scream and disagree
I don't want it - I will be free 

Gigolette
Composer(s): M. Eddy;
Franz Léhar; José Ferreo
Performer(s): Lucienne Boyer



Lorsque la nuit s'épanouit
Mystérieusement comme une fleur funèbre
Le dernier bruit s'évanouit
Et la ville s'endort dans le xx des lèvres
Il c'est alors que dans l'ombre qui les protège
Et tout xxxxxx parlant tout bas
L'attaché xxxxx sous le ciel lourd de neige
Cachant au ras des murs leur étrange manège

Et le beau gars serrant dans ses bras
Sa gigolette, sa gigolette
Lui sourit et tendre lui dit :
Ma gigolette, ma gigolette
J'te f'rai jamais gagner l'gros lot
Mais quand fortune tape au rideau
Les rupins coquins s'amenaient toujours
Ça c'est la vraie amour

Sur le boulevard, il se fait tard
Et le bourgeois craintif se rend vers sa demeure
Un jeune fêtard, au teint blafard
S'avance en frissonnant sous la bise qui pleure
Et c'est alors que dans l'ombre qui le protège
Et tout xxxxxxx on n'entend pas
Brusquement la xxxxx se jette sur le gibier pris au piège
Un cri d'angoisse, un râle et du sang sur la terre

Et le beau gars serrant dans ses bras
Sa gigolette, sa gigolette
Lui sourit et tendre lui dit 
Ma gigolette, ma gigolette
Je viens de décrocher le gros lot
Mais ta vraie fortune c'est Julot
Les rupins peuvent bien s'amener toujours
Rien ne vaut la vraie amour

Crucified
((Dutch version: Lucifer (Liliane Saint-Pierre) - 1997))
Composer(s): Alexander Bard - Jean-Pierre Barda - Anders Wollbeck
First release by: Army of Lovers - 1991



I'm crucified
Crucified like my savior
Saintlike behavior
A lifetime I prayed

I'm crucified
For the holy dimension
Godlike ascension
Heavens away

I've seen the deepest darkness
And wrestled with gods
Ride the noble harness
Raining cats and dogs
I stand before my maker
Like moses on the hill
My guinness record baker
I abide your will

The first of reciters
I saw eternal light
Best of vocal fighters
Beyond human sight
Where thorns are a teaser
I've played a double jeux
Yherushalaim at easter
I cry I pray mon dieu
I cry I pray mon dieu

I'm crucified
Crucified like my savior
Saintlike behavior
A lifetime I prayed

I'm crucified
For the holy dimension
Godlike ascension
Heavens away

Prophets I've been reading
Stories I've been told
Before I end my breathing
I travel in the soul
Where thorns are a teaser
I've played a double jeux
Yherushalaim at easter
I cry I pray mon dieu
I cry I pray mon dieu
I cry I pray mon dieu
Adieu mon dieu

I'm crucified
Crucified like my savior
Saintlike behavior
A lifetime I prayed

I'm crucified
For the holy dimension
Godlike ascension
Heavens away

I'm crucified
Crucified like my savior
Saintlike behavior
A lifetime I prayed

I'm crucified
For the holy dimension
Godlike ascension
Heavens away

Money
Composer(s): Roger Waters
Originally performed by: Pink Floyd
Covered by various other artists



Money, get away
Get a good job with good pay and you're okay
Money, it's a gas
Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash
New car, caviar, four star daydream,
Think I'll buy me a football team 

Money, get back
I'm all right Jack keep your hands off of my stack
Money, it's a hit
Don't give me that do goody good bullshit
I'm in the high-fidelity first class traveling set
And I think I need a Lear jet 

Money, it's a crime
Share it fairly but don't take a slice of my pie
Money, so they say
Is the root of all evil today
But if you ask for a raise it's no surprise
That they're giving none away

"HuHuh! I was in the right!"
"Yes, absolutely in the right!"
"I certainly was in the right!"
"You was definitely in the right
That geezer was cruising for a bruising!"
"Yeah!"
"Why does anyone do anything?"
"I don't know, I was really drunk at the time!"
"I was just telling him, he couldn't get into number 2
He was asking why he wasn't coming up on freely
After I was yelling and screaming and
Telling him why he wasn't coming up on freely
It came as a heavy blow, but we sorted the matter out"