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  • 06-12-1972
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    Tenement Symphony
    Composer(s): Hal Borne - Sid Kuller - Ray Golden
    Performer(s): Tony Martin
    and multiple other artists



    Schubert wrote a symphony
    Too bad he didn’t finish it
    Gershwin took a chord in ‘G’
    Proceeded to diminish it
    I sought a variation
    on a theme that I thought pretty
    And I found my inspiration
    on the east side of the city

    The Cohens and the Kellys
    The Campbells and Vermicellis
    All form a part of my tenement symphony

    The Cohen’s pianola
    The Kellys and their victrola
    All warm the heart of my tenement symphony

    The Campbells come tumb’lin’ down the stairs
    Hoodlie-ah, hoodlie-ah, hoodlie-ah
    Oh Marie, oh Marie
    You’ll be late for your date with Izzy

    And from this confusion
    I dreamed of a grand illusion
    It’s my tenement symphony in four flats

    And from this confusion
    I dreamed of a grand illusion
    It’s my tenement symphony in four flats



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    My Old Timey Baby
    Composer(s): Dan Hicks
    Performer(s): Dan Hicks



    Dan: My, you girls are sure lookin' nice tonight
    Girls: Thanks, Dan
    Dan: Yeah, you remind me of a girl who lives in my apartment complex
    Girls: Oh, Yeah?
    Dan: Really
    I don't know where she does her shoppin', but man what style!

    She's a bit old timey, but that's alright with me
    She wears a dress of velvet that hangs below her knees, her knees
    She's a bit old-fashioned, as all the world can see
    The cameo she wears upon her bosom, puts me in ecstasy, ecstasy
    Yes she's her own grandmother, that's what they're telling me
    But my old timey baby is swell enough for me, you see...

    She plays her old victrola
    The lamp is low, kerosene you know
    We lie upon her bed
    The patchwork quilt beneath her head
    Or while her wheel is spinning
    She sews some lace or we embrace
    Or when we go out strolling, the world can plainly see
    That my old timey baby is swell enough, she's young enough
    She's hip enough for me...



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    Gratification
    Composer(s): Robert B. Sherman; Richard M. Sherman
    Performer(s): Johnny Whitaker



    Boys Chorus:
    You call this work?
    Well, ain't that funny
    We ain't doin' this for money
    Heck, it's just a regular
    Privilege to be occupied
    It's a source of pride
    Anyone can swim and fish on a Saturday
    Anyone can just lay down
    Layin' in a hammock,
    Layin' in the grass
    Like a lazy, no-good hound

    Tom:
    They just know that I'm softhearted
    I was barely getting' started
    Now I'm givin' all of my fun away
    They keep beggin' me
    And I'm generous

    I mean, when's the last time
    You could slosh a bucket
    Full of wash on a mile of fence?
    Look at them smilin'
    And havin' a time
    And all at my expense

    Boys Chorus:
    And you get that deep down inside gratifaction
    Gratifyin' satisfac—
    Well, I mean that deep-down inside gratifaction
    Oh, how good you feel
    When your shoulder's to the wheel

    You don't need nothin' except ambition
    Elbow grease for ammunition
    And bang, what a righteous glow you get
    From honest sweat,
    It's a natural bet

    Anyone who puts his
    Nose to the grindstone
    Is gonna get a great reward
    Your eyes will see the glory of
    The coming of the Lord

    And you get that deep-down inside gratifaction
    Pure enjoyment from employ—
    Well, I mean that deep-down inside gratifaction
    Oh, how good you feel
    When your shoulder's to the wheel

    You don't need nothin' except ambition
    Elbow grease for ammunition
    And bang, what a righteous glow you get
    From honest sweat
    It's a natural bet

    Anyone who puts his
    Nose to the grindstone
    Is gonna get a great reward
    Your eyes will see the glory of
    The coming of the Lord

    And you get that deep-down inside gratifaction
    And you get that deep down inside gratifaction
    Gratifyin' satisfac—
    Well, I mean that deep-down inside gratifaction
    Oh, how good you feel
    When your shoulder's to the wheel




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    05-12-1972
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    Tendre Cathy
    Composer(s): P. Carli - Marchetti - Bertini
    Performer(s): Christian Delagrange



    Tu es Cathy seule sans défense
    À peine sortie de l'enfance
    Tu verses déjà trop de larmes
    Pour un amour déçu

    Tu es Cathy bien trop fragile
    Aimer n'est pas toujours facile
    Mais tu es belle et à ton age
    On ne meurt pas d'amour

    Tendre Cathy n'ai plus de peine
    Regarde tous ces gens qui t'aiment
    La vie est pleine de promesses
    de tendresse et de joie

    Jolie Cathy tu dois sourire
    et retrouver le goût de vivre
    Si tu le veux viens je t'emmène
    Redécouvrir l'amour

    La La La La...
    Si tu le veux viens je t'emmène
    Redécouvrir l'amour
    La La La La...
    Si tu le veux viens je t'emmène
    Redécouvrir l'amour



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    My Old Man's A Dustman
    Composer(s): Peter Buchanan;
    Lonnie Donegan; Beverley Thorne
    Performer(s): Lonnie Donegan
    and various other artists



    Now here's a little story
    To tell it is a must
    About an unsung hero
    That moves away your dust

    Some people make a fortune
    Others earn a mint
    My old man don't earn much
    In fact he's flippin' skint

    Oh, my old man's a dustman
    He wears a dustman's hat
    He wears cor-blimey trousers
    And he lives in a council flat
    He looks a proper nana
    In his great big hobnail boots
    He's got such a job to pull them up
    That he calls 'em daisy roots

    Some folks give tips at Christmas
    And some of them forget
    So when he picks their bins up
    He spills some on the step
    Now one old man got nasty
    And to the council wrote
    Next time my old man went round there
    He punched him up the throat

    Oh my old man's a dustman
    He wears a dustman's hat
    He wears cor-blimey trousers
    And he lives in a council flat

    Lonnie: I say, I say, Les
    Les: Yes?
    Lonnie: I, er, I found a police dog in my dustbin
    Les: Well how do you do know he's a police dog?
    Lonnie: He had a policeman with him

    Though my old man's a dustman
    He's got an 'eart of gold,
    He got married recently
    Though he's eighty-six years old
    We said "'Ere, hang on, Dad
    You're getting past your prime"
    He said "Well, when you get to my age
    It helps to pass the time"

    Oi! My old man's a dustman
    He wears a dustman's hat
    He wears cor-blimey trousers
    And he lives in a council flat

    Lonnie: I say, I say, I say!
    Les: Huh?
    Lonnie: My dustbin's full of lilies
    Les: Well throw 'em away then!
    Lonnie: I can't: Lily's wearing them

    Now one day whilst in a hurry
    He missed a lady's bin
    He hadn't gone but a few yards
    When she chased after him
    "What game do you think you're playing?"
    She cried right from the 'eart
    "You've missed me, am I too late?"
    "No, jump up on the cart!"

    Oi! My old man's a dustman
    He wears a dustman's hat
    He wears cor-blimey trousers
    And he lives in a council flat

    Lonnie: I say, I say, I say!
    Les: Not you again!
    Lonnie: My dustbin's absolutely full with toadstools
    Les: How do you know it's full?
    Lonnie: 'Cos there's not mushroom inside

    He found a tiger's head one day
    Nailed to a piece of wood
    The tiger looked like miserable
    But I suppose he should
    Just then from out a window
    A voice began to wail
    It said "Oi! Where's me tiger's head?"
    "Four foot from his tail"

    Oh my old man's a dustman
    He wears a dustman's hat
    He wears cor-blimey trousers
    And he lives in a council flat
    Next time you see a dustman
    Looking all pale and sad
    Don't kick him in the dustbin
    It might be my old dad



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    Grasshopper Mac Clain
    Composer(s): Stuart Hamblen
    Performer(s): Jimmy Dean



    Me and that navy ain't speakin' at sailin' I tell you I'm through
    On the advice of a doc I got me a shock I had to have somethin' to do
    These nerves I got are from soakin' too long when the ship got hit by a plane
    And right here about four years back I met Grasshopper MacClain
    The sun was a burnin' and the desert red hot when his mother drove in with a flat
    She went inside to cool off with a beer and I saw her kid in the back
    He lay on the seat in the swelterin' heat with hair the color of flame
    A red headed mite but smilin' and bright was little ol' Grasshopper MacClain
    I fixed her tyre and was totin' him round when she asked me how much she owed
    I just laughed and said boy I settle for him
    And to my surprice she drove off down the road
    I figured she'd sober and come hurryin' back but for three long years she never came
    And all that time I was mother and dad to little ol' Grasshopper MacClain
    I'd tell him of ships I'd sailed on the seas when I put him in bed at night
    And that freckle faced kid was as sharp as a tack and quick as a mate for a fight
    I thought I'd wait till he growed a bit and let him pick out his own name
    One day he came in with a bug in his hand and he said me Grasshopper MacClain
    Oh he'd mimic my walk and he'd mimic my talk
    Like my shadow he just tagged me around
    Even had to be checked every time I was checked by the navy doc over the town
    The doc'd laugh and thump his little ole chest and say feller you're right as rain
    Then he'd turn to me and tell me that I'd be a new man
    Thanks to Grasshopper MacClain
    I guess you wonder why I'm tellin' you this well that's why I'm here doin' time
    For a bang and a sheriff and a red headed dame that came to take what was mine
    Oh but you should've seen the way he fought you could tell that kid was navy trained
    But this lonely cell wouldn't be so much like hell if I only had Grasshopper MacClain




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    04-12-1972
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    Tenderness On The Block
    Composer(s): Jackson Browne - Warren Zevon
    Performer(s): Warren Zevon; Shawn Colvin



    Mama, where's your pretty little girl tonight
    Trying to run before she can walk - that's right
    She's growing up
    She has a young man waiting
    She's growing up
    She has a young man waiting
    Wide eyes
    She'll be street-wise
    To the lies
    And the jive talk
    She'll find true love
    And tenderness on the block

    Daddy, don't you ask her when she's coming in
    And when she's home don't ask her where she's been
    She's going out
    She has a young man waiting
    She's going out
    Can't keep her young man waiting
    She'll be okay
    Let her have her day
    It's a long way
    It's a long walk
    She'll find true love
    And tenderness on the block

    I know how much it hurts to see her go
    She has a mind of her own, you know
    She's all grown up
    She has a young man waiting
    She's all grown up
    She has a young man waiting
    She was wide-eyed
    Now she's street-wise
    To the lies
    And the jive talk
    She'll find true love
    And tenderness on the block
    She'll find true love
    And tenderness on the block



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    My Old Man (Said Follow The Van) (aka Don't Dilly Dally On The Way) Composer(s): Charles Collins - Fred W. Leigh Performer(s): Mary Lloyd



    We had to move away 'Cos the rent we couldn't pay The moving van came round just after dark There was me and my old man Shoving things inside the van Which we'd often done before, let me remark We packed all that could be packed In the van, and that's a fact And we got inside all that we could get inside Then we packed all we could pack On the tailboard at the back Till there wasn't any room for me to ride My old man said: "Foller the van And don't dilly-dally on the way" Off went the van wiv me 'ome packed in it I walked be'ind wiv me old cock linnet But I dillied and dallied Dallied and dillied Lost me way and don't know where to roam And you can't trust a "Special" Like the old-time copper When you can't find your way home I gave a helping hand With the marble wash hand-stand And straight, we wasn't getting on so bad All at once, the car-man bloke Had an accident and broke Well, the nicest bit of china that we had You'll understand, of course I was cross about the loss Same as any other human woman would But I soon got over that What with "two out" and a chat 'Cos it's little things like that what does you good My old man said: "Foller the van And don't dilly-dally on the way" Off went the van wiv me 'ome packed in it I walked be'ind wiv me old cock linnet But I dillied and dallied Dallied and dillied Lost me way and don't know where to roam Oh! I'm in such a mess I don't know the new address Don't even know the blessed neighbourhood And I feel as if I might Have to stay out here all night And that ain't a goin' to do me any good I don't make no complaint But I'm coming over faint What I want now's a good substantial feed And I sort 'o kind 'o feel If I don't soon have a meal I shall have to rob the linnet of its seed! My old man said: "Foller the van And don't dilly-dally on the way" Off went the van wiv me 'ome packed in it I walked be'ind wiv me old cock linnet But I dillied and dallied Dallied and dillied Lost me way and don't know where to roam



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    Grantchester Meadows
    Composer(s): Roger Waters
    Performer(s): Pink Floyd



    Icy wind of night, be gone
    This is not your domain
    In the sky a bird was heard to cry
    Misty morning whisperings and gentle stirring sounds
    Belied a deathly silence that lay all around
    Hear the lark and hearken to the barking of the dog fox gone to ground
    See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water
    And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees
    Laughing as it passes through the endless summer making for the sea

    In the lazy water meadow
    I lay me down
    All around me
    Golden sunflakes settle on the ground
    Basking in the sunshine of a by gone afternoon
    Bringing sounds of yesterday into this city room
    Hear the lark and hearken to the barking of the dog fox gone to ground
    See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water
    And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees
    Laughing as it passes through the endless summer making for the sea

    In the lazy water meadow
    I lay me down
    All around me
    Golden sunflakes covering the ground
    Basking in the sunshine of a by gone afternoon
    Bringing sounds of yesterday into my city room
    Hear the lark and hearken to the barking of the dog fox gone to ground
    See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water
    And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees
    Laughing as it passes through the endless summer making for the sea




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    03-12-1972
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    Tenderness
    Composer(s): Bernard Edwards - Nile Rodgers
    Performer(s): Diana Ross



    Tenderness is the best
    Tenderness I confess
    Tenderness is the best
    Tenderness nothin' less

    Love me with a tender touch
    Kindness I need very much
    It is so hard for me to trust
    But deep inside I know I must

    Love me all through the night
    Hug me 'till the first rays of sunlight
    Be sweet, make me unafraid
    'Cause tonight I'll play with you
    Please be gentle

    Tenderness is the best
    Tenderness I confess
    Tenderness is the best
    Tenderness nothin' less

    Love me, try to be understanding
    Tenderness is all that I'm asking
    Don't feel like I'm making conditions
    I wanna to overcome my inhibitions

    Love me all through the night
    Hug me 'till the first rays of sunlight
    Be sweet, make me unafraid
    'Cause tonight I'll play with you
    Please be gentle

    Tenderness is the best
    Tenderness I confess
    Tenderness is the best
    Tenderness nothin' less
    Love me with the tender touch
    Kindness I need very much
    It is so hard for me to trust
    But deep inside I know I must

    Love me all through the night
    Hug me 'till the first rays of sunlight
    Be sweet, make me unafraid
    'Cause tonight I'll play with you
    Please be gentle

    Love me
    Kindness
    Love me
    Hug me
    Please be gentle

    Tenderness is the best
    Tenderness I confess
    Tenderness is the best
    Tenderness nothin' less
    Tenderness is the best
    Tenderness I confess
    Tenderness is the best
    Tenderness nothin' less
    Try to be understanding
    Try to be understanding



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    Old Kentucky Home
    Composer(s): Randy Newman
    Performer(s): Randy Newman



    Turpentine and dandelion wine
    I've turned the corner and I'm doin' fine
    Shootin' at the birds on the telephone line
    Pickin' em off with my gun of mine
    I got a fire in my belly
    And a fire in my head
    Goin' higher and higher
    Until I'm dead

    Sister Sue, she's short and stout
    She didn't grow up - she grew out
    Papa says she's plain but he'ss just bein' kind
    Mama thinks she's pretty but she's almost blind
    Don't let her out much 'cept at night
    But I don't care 'cause I'm all right

    Oh, the sun shines bright on
    My Old Kentucky Home
    And the young folks roll on the floor
    Oh, the sun shines bright on
    My Old Kentucky Home
    Keep them hard times away from my door

    Brother Gene, he's big and mean
    And he don't have much to say
    He had a little woman who he whupped each day
    But now she's gone away
    He got drunk last night
    Kicked mama down the stairs
    But I'm all right so I don't care

    Oh, the sun shines bright on
    My Old Kentucky Home
    And the young folks roll on the floor
    Oh, the sun shines bright on
    My Old Kentucky Home
    Keep them hard times away from my door



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    Grano De Pus
    Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute



    Grano de pus, grano de pus
    esta canción es un grano de pus
    nacida de una mala digestión
    de la ensalada de la situación

    Grano de pus, grano de pus
    qué cosa rara es un grano de pus
    es como un putrefacto galardón
    forunculera condecoración

    Grano de pus, grano de pus
    nadie se libra de un grano de pus
    desde el mismísimo rey Salomón
    hasta el hermosísimo Alain Delon

    Grano de pus, grano de pus
    hasta el amor es un grano de pus
    esas agujetas del corazón
    son la más torpe contaminación

    Grano de pus, grano de pus
    la inteligencia es un grano de pus
    cuando el fin único de la razón
    es ser adicto a la televisión

    Grano de pus, grano de pus
    no somos más que un granito de pus
    perdidos en una gran infección
    que se pretende civilización

    Grano de pus, grano de pus
    nuestro planeta es un grano de pus
    cuajado y a punto de reventón
    pero eso sí, ¡Atleti campeón!

    Grano de pus, grano de pus
    no somos más que un granito de pus




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    02-12-1972
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    Tenderly
    Composer(s): Jack Lawrence - Walter Lloyd Gross
    First release by: Sarah Vaughan - 1946
    Covered by multiple other artists



    The evening breeze caressed the trees tenderly
    The trembling trees embraced the breeze tenderly
    Then you and I came wandering by
    And lost in a sigh were we
    The shore was kissed by sea and mist tenderly
    I can't forget how two hearts met breathlessly
    Your arms opened wide and closed me inside
    You took my lips, you took my love so tenderly



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    My Old Friend The Blues
    Composer(s): Steve Earl
    Performer(s): The Proclaimers
    and various other artists



    Just when every ray of hope was gone
    I should have known that you would come along
    I can’t believe I ever doubted you
    My old friend the blues

    Another lonely night, a nameless town
    If sleep don’t take me first, you’ll come around
    ’cause I know I can always count on you
    My old friend the blues

    Lovers leave and friends will let you down
    But you’re the only sure thing that I’ve found
    No matter what I do I’ll never lose
    My old friend the blues

    Just let me hide my weary heart in you
    My old friend the blues



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Grand-Père (Georges Moustaki)
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    Grand-Père
    Composer(s): Georges Moustaki
    Performer(s): Georges Moustaki



    C'est pour toi que je joue Grand-père c'est pour toi
    Tous les autres m'écoutent mais toi tu m'entends
    On est du même bois on est du même sang
    Et je porte ton nom et tu es un peu moi

    Exilé de Corfou et de Constantinople
    Ulysse qui jamais ne revint sur ses pas
    Je suis de ton pays, métèque comme toi
    Un enfant de l'enfant que te fit Pénélope

    Tu étais déjà vieux quand je venais de naître
    Arrivé juste à temps pour prendre le relais
    Et je finirai bien un jour par ressembler
    A la photo où tu as posé à l'ancêtre

    C'est pour toi que je joue Grand-père c'est pour toi
    Que je glisse mes doigts le long de mes six cordes
    Pour réveiller un air tranquille et monocorde
    C'est tout ce que je sais faire de mes dix doigts

    Maître en oisiveté expert en braconnage
    Comme toi j'ai vécu à l'ombre des bateaux
    Et pour faire un festin je volais les oiseaux
    Que le vent de la mer me ramenait du large

    Comme toi j'ai couru les filles et les rêves
    Buvant à chaque source que je rencontrais
    Et sans être jamais vraiment désaltéré
    Sans jamais être las de répandre ma sève

    C'est pour toi que je joue Grand-père c'est pour toi
    Pour remettre au présent tout ce qui est passé
    Depuis que je ne parle plus que le français
    Et j'écris des chansons que tu ne comprends pas

    C'est pour toi que je joue Grand-père c'est pour toi
    Tous les autres m'entourent mais toi tu m'attends
    Même si tu es loin dans l'espace et le temps
    Quand il faudra mourir on se retrouvera




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    01-12-1972
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    Tender Is The Night
    Composer(s): Sammy Fain - Paul Francis Webster
    Performer(s): Tony Bennett
    and multiple other artists



    Tender is the night
    So tender is the night
    There's no one in the world
    Except the two of us

    Should tomorrow
    Find us disenchanted
    We have shared a love
    That few have known

    Summers by the sea
    A sailboat in Capri
    These memories shall be
    Our very own

    Even though our dreams may vanish
    With the morning light
    We loved once in splendour
    How tender, how tender the night

    Even though our dreams may vanish
    With the morning light
    We loved once in splendour
    How tender, how tender the night



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    My Old Flame
    Composer(s): Sam Coslow; Arthur Johnston
    Originally performed by: Mae West & Duke Ellington
    Covered by various other artists



    My old flame
    I can't even think of his name
    But it's funny now and then
    How my thoughts go flashing back again
    To my old flame
    My old flame
    My new lovers all seem so tame
    For I haven't met a gent

    So innocent or elegant
    As my old flame

    I've met so many men
    With fascinating ways
    A fascinating gaze in their eyes
    Some who sent me up to the skies
    But their attempts at love
    Were only imitations of
    My old flame
    I can't even think of his name
    But I'll never be the same
    Until I discover what became
    Of my old flame

    I've met so many men
    With fascinating ways
    A fascinating gaze in their eyes
    Some who sent me up to the skies
    But their attempts at love
    Were only imitations of
    My old flame
    I can't even think of his name
    But I'll never be the same
    Until I discover what became
    Of my old flame



    Categorie:Eng. Songs
    Tags:Mae West & Duke Ellington

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    Grand-Père
    Composer(s): Georges Brassens
    Performer(s): Georges Brassens



    Grand-pèr' suivait en chantant
    La route qui mène à cent ans
    La mort lui fit, au coin d'un bois
    L'coup du pèr' François
    L'avait donné de son vivant
    Tant de bonheur à ses enfants
    Qu'on fit, pour lui en savoir gré
    Tout pour l'enterrer
    Et l'on courut à toutes jam-
    Bes quérir une bière, mais
    Comme on était légers d'argent
    Le marchand nous reçut à bras fermés

    "Chez l'épicier, pas d'argent, pas d'épices
    Chez la belle Suzon, pas d'argent, pas de cuisse
    Les morts de basse condition
    C'est pas de ma juridiction"

    Or, j'avais hérité d'grand-père
    Un' pair' de bott's pointues
    S'il y a des coups d'pied que'que part qui s'perdent
    Çui-là toucha son but

    C'est depuis ce temps-là que le bon apôtre
    Ah ! c'est pas joli...
    Ah ! c'est pas poli...
    A un' fess' qui dit merde à l'autre

    Bon papa
    Ne t'en fais pas
    Nous en viendrons
    A bout de tous ces empêcheurs d'enterrer en rond

    Le mieux à faire et le plus court
    Pour qu'l'enterr'ment suivît son cours
    Fut de borner nos prétentions
    A un' bièr' d'occasion
    Contre un pot de miel on acquit
    Les quatre planches d'un mort qui
    Rêvait d'offrir quelques douceurs
    A une âme sœur
    Et l'on courut à toutes jam-
    Bes quérir un corbillard, mais
    Comme on était légers d'argent
    Le marchand nous reçut à bras fermés

    "Chez l'épicier, pas d'argent, pas d'épices
    Chez la belle Suzon, pas d'argent, pas de cuisse
    Les morts de basse condition
    C'est pas de ma juridiction"

    Ma bott' partit, mais je m'refuse
    De dir' vers quel endroit
    Ça rendrait les dames confuses
    Et je n'en ai pas le droit

    C'est depuis ce temps-là que le bon apôtre
    Ah ! c'est pas joli...
    Ah ! c'est pas poli...
    A un' fess' qui dit merde à l'autre

    Bon papa
    Ne t'en fais pas
    Nous en viendrons
    A bout de tous ces empêcheurs d'enterrer en rond

    Le mieux à faire et le plus court
    Pour qu'l'enterr'ment suivît son cours
    Fut de porter sur notre dos
    L'funèbre fardeau.
    S'il eût pu revivre un instant
    Grand-père aurait été content
    D'aller à sa dernièr' demeur'
    Comme un empereur
    Et l'on courut à toutes jam-
    Bes quérir un goupillon, mais
    Comme on était légers d'argent
    Le vicaire nous reçut à bras fermés

    "Chez l'épicier, pas d'argent, pas d'épices
    Chez la belle Suzon, pas d'argent, pas de cuisse
    Les morts de basse condition
    C'est pas de ma bénédiction"

    Avant même que le vicaire
    Ait pu lâcher un cri
    J'lui bottai l'cul au nom du Pèr'
    Du Fils et du Saint-Esprit

    C'est depuis ce temps-là que le bon apôtre
    Ah! c'est pas joli...
    Ah! c'est pas poli...
    A un' fess' qui dit merde à l'autre

    Bon papa
    Ne t'en fais pas
    Nous en viendrons
    A bout de tous ces empêcheurs d'enterrer en rond




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    30-11-1972
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    Tender Hands
    Composer(s): Noel Paul Stookey
    Performer(s): Noel Paul Stookey



    Dear hands, tender hands
    'touch my face with love
    thine to give, mine but to cherish

    Warm eyes, softest eyes
    'brush my face with love
    thine to give, mine but to cherish

    Fain, I wish that I could thank thee more
    for these two gifts I can but love thee for
    fain, I wish my heart was worthy more
    Tender hands, softest eyes



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    My Old Dutch
    Composer(s): A.C. Ingle; Albert Chevalier
    Performer(s): Herman's Hermits
    and various other artists



    I've got a pal, a regular out an' outer
    She's a dear old gal, an' I'll tell you all about 'er
    It's forty years since fust we met
    Her hair was then as black as jet
    It's whiter now, but she don't fret
    Not my old gal

    We've been together now for forty years
    An' it don't seem a day too much
    There ain't a lady living in the land
    As I'd swap for me dear old Dutch
    No, there ain't a lady living in the land
    As I'd swap for me dear old Dutch



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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