The Covered Wagon Rolled Right Along
Composer(s): Hy Heath - Britt Wood
Performer(s): Spike Jones
and multiple other artists



The covered wagon rolled right along
While the pioneers gave out a happy song
Sue and Pappy did the drivin'
Mammy cooked and kept us thrivin'
And the covered wagon rolled right along

We left Kentucky on the tenth of May
Pappy said, "I'll see that we eat every day
Mammy, you just grease the skillet
If we some food, I'll just kill it"
And the covered wagon rolled right along

We crossed the Reservation of the Sioux
While the Indians stood and watched us passin' through
Not a redskin dared to trifle
While old Pappy had his rifle
And the covered wagon rolled right along

For clothes we had to skin the buffalo
But when winter came and brought the ice and snow
Pappy's pants ran out of leather
Mammy prayed for milder weather
And the covered wagon rolled right along

At playin poker Pappy won his fame
Once he got an Indian Chief into a game
Pappy wound up with four deuces
And a squaw with six papooses
And the covered wagon rolled right along

Pappy sold the mules and then went on a spree
And he said, "At last I have my liberty"
Mammy said, "Cut out your braggin'"
As she hitched him to the wagon
And the covered wagon rolled right along

At last Old California came in view
And we realised with hardship we were through
Ma and Sue are lucky creatures
Pappy's makin' western features
And the covered wagon rolled right along

Carabela
Composer(s): Graciela Olmos
Performer(s): Javier Solís
and multiple other artists



Estoy en el puente de mi carabela
y llevo mi alma prendida al timón
Un soplo de amores empuja mi vela
y zarpo cantando y zarpo cantando
divina canción

Ni marco mi ruta ni llevo camino
por donde mi nave ha de navegar
Yo sé que sin rumbo me lleva el destino
y será un día mi nave, será un día mi nave
la reina del mar

Que marque mi ruta el ave que vuela
la estrella errante o el raudo ciclón
Yo quiero ver limpia mi fúlgida estrella
y será un día mi nave, será un día mi nave
la diosa del mar

Firecracker
Composer(s): Ricardo Williams
Performer(s): Mass Production



So-so-so good
Yeah...yeah, yeah, yeah, whoa

Her name is Sophelia
And she is my fly
I call her Firecracker
And that’s no lie

A real poppin’ lady, yeah
So soft and so pretty
And when I get around her, yeah
I can’t wait to be dirty, oh, mama sita

Burnin’ up, burnin’ up
Can’t seem to get enough of you
Get enough, get enough
Firecracker

Burnin’ up, burnin’ up
Can’t seem to get enough of you
Get enough, get enough
Firecracker

So-so-so good
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...

I saw her in motion, yeah
And her smile is so fine (So fine, so fine, so fine)
Instant love potion, yeah
Just oozed through my mind (My mind, my mind, my mind)

I love to see her boogie, yeah, yeah
She two steps so fine
She’s such a lovely lady, lady, lady
I’m so glad she’s mine, oh, mama sita

Burnin’ up, burnin’ up
Can’t seem to get enough of you
Get enough, get enough
Firecracker

Burnin’ up, burnin’ up
Can’t seem to get enough of you
Get enough, get enough
Fire

Yeah...yeah, yeah, yeah, whoa

So-so-so good
So-so-so good

Burnin’ up, burnin’ up
Woo
Get enough, get enough
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Burnin’ up, burnin’ up
Can’t seem to get enough of you
Get enough, get enough
Firecracker

Burning up, burning up
Can’t seem to get enough of you
Get enough, get enough
Firecracker

Burning up, burning up
Can’t seem to get enough of you
Get enough, get enough
Fire

So-so-so good
So-so-so good
Yeah

So-so-so good
So-so-so good
Yeah, yeah, yeah...

Firecracker come dance for me
I just like to see the way you move
Firecracker come dance for me
I just like to see the way you move

Firecracker come dance for me
I just like to see the way you move
Firecracker come dance for me
I just like to see the way you move, yeah

The Cover of "Rolling Stone" ((aka On the Cover Of The Music City News (Buck Owens) - 1974))
((Danish Version: Søndags B.T. (Eddie Skoller) - 1974))
Composer(s): Shel Silverstein 
First release by: Dr. Hook & The Medicine Show - 1972
Covered by multiple other artists



Ha, ha, ha, I don't believe it
Da, da, ah, ooh, don't touch me
Hey, Ray!
Hey, Sugar!
Tell them who we are...

Well, we're big rock singers
We've got golden fingers
And we're loved everywhere we go (that sounds like us)
We sing about beauty and we sing about truth
For ten-thousand dollars a show (right)
We take all kinds of pills that give us all kind of thrills
But the thrill we've never known
Is the thrill that'll get ya when you get your picture
On the cover of the Rolling Stone

(Rolling Stone) Wanna see my picture on the cover
(Stone)Wanna buy five copies for my mother (yeah)
(Stone)Wanna see my smilin' face
On the cover of the Rolling Stone (that's a very, very, good idea)

I got a freaky ole lady name a cocaine Katy
Who embroideries on my jeans
I got my poor old grey haired daddy
Drivin' my limosine
Now, it's all designed to blow our minds
But our minds won't really be blown
Like the blow that'll get ya when you get your picture
On the cover of the Rolling Stone

(Rolling Stone) Wanna see our pictures on the cover
(Stone) Wanna buy five copies for our mothers (yeah)
(Stone) Wanna see my smilin' face
On the cover of the Rolling Stone

(Hey, I know how, rock and roll!!)

(Ah, that's beautiful)

We got a lot of little teenage blue-eyed groupies
Who do anything we say
We got a genuine Indian Guru
Who's teaching us a better way
We got all the friends that money can buy
So we never have to be alone
And we keep getting richer but we can't get our picture
On the cover of the Rolling Stone

(Rolling Stone) Wanna see my picture on the cover
(Stone) Wanna buy five copies for my mother (I want one!)
(Stone) Wanna see my smilin' face
On the cover of the Rolling Stone
On the cover of the Rolling Stone

(Man, I don't know why we ain't on the cover, Baby)
(We're beautiful people)
(I ain't kiddin', why, we would make a beautiful cover
(Fresh shot, right up front, man)
(I can see it now, we'll be up on the front)
(Smilin', man... ahh, beautiful!) 

Carabat
Composer(s): Laurent Chalumeau - Julien Clerc
Performer(s): Julien Clerc



L'hiver est doux quand sur un long lit
Son élan me dit tout qui vaille
Qu'il est bon de se sentir en vie
Tant pis si c'est un feu de paille
Elle a
Les airs de Venise
Et la
Gráce qui divinisent
Les lascives marquises de Carabat
Puis le temps pass' et toujours dit-on
En passant affadit l'amour
Comme je ris, des superstitions
Et pour moi au comme premier jour
Elle a
Les façon éprises
Et l'attitude évasive
Des latines marquises de Carabat
Son cœur toujours à amadouer
L'aimer un défi qui m'effare
Mais pour moi, dussé-je m'y brûler
Rien d'autre ne peut compter car
Elle a
Brûlé mes valises
Et là
Désolé ladies
Mais l'amour fou m'électrise à Carabat
Elle a
Brûlé mes valises
Et là
Partout qu'on le dise
J'ai l'amour d'une marquise de Carabat

Fireball XL-5
Composer(s): Barry Gray
Performer(s): Flee-Rekkers;
and various other artists



I wish I was a space man
The fastest guy alive
I'd fly you round the universe
In Fireball XL-5
Way out in space together
Compass of the sky
My heart would be a fireball
A fireball
Everytime I gazed into your starry eyes

We'd take the path to Jupiter
And maybe very soon
We'd cruise along the Milky Way
And land upon the moon
To our wonderland of stardust
We'll zoom our way to Mars
My heart would be a fireball
A fireball
If you would be my Venus of the stars

The Court of King Caractacus
Composer(s): Rolf Harris
Performer(s): Rolf Harris; The Irish Descendants



Now the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by
All together, now the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by
Now the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by
Now the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by

Now the noses on the faces of the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by
All together, now the noses on the faces of the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by
Now the noses on the faces of the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by
Now the noses on the faces of the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by

Now the boys who put the powder on the noses on the faces of the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by
Now the boys who put the powder on the noses on the faces of the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by
Now the boys who put the powder on the noses on the faces of the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by
Now the boys who put the powder on the noses on the faces of the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by

Now the fascinating witches who put the scintilating stiches in the britches of the boys who put the powder on the noses on the faces 
of the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by
Now the fascinating witches who put the scintilating stiches in the britches of the boys who put the powder on the noses on the faces 
of the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by
Now the fascinating witches who put the scintilating stiches in the britches of the boys who put the powder on the noses on the faces 
of the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by
Now the fascinating witches who put the scintilating stiches in the britches of the boys who put the powder on the noses on the faces 
of the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by

Now if you want to take some pictures of the fascinating witches who put the scintilating stiches in the britches 
of the boys who put the powder on the noses on the faces of the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus...

... you're too late! Because they've just... passed... by!

Cara Mia
((Finnish Version: Cara Mia (Matti & Teppo) - 1976))
Composer(s): Mantovani - Bunny Lewis
First release by: David Whitfield & The Mantovani Orch. - 1954
Covered by multiple other artists



Cara Mia why, must we say goodbye? 
Each time we part, my heart wants to die 

My darling hear my prayer, Cara Mia fair 
Here are my arms you alone will share 

All I want is you forever more 
To have, to hold, to love, adore 

Cara Mia mine, say those words devine 
I'll be your love till the end of time 

All I want is you forever more 
To have, to hold, to love, adore 

Cara Mia mine say those words devine 
I'll be your love till the end of time

Fire Baby, I'm On Fire
Composer(s): Andy Kim
Performer(s): Andy Kim



You feel just like a woman should
The night will soon be dawn
You make me feel just like a man should
What we're doin' just can't be wrong

It burns me like a fire
Sweet pain don't let me go
Ah, you take me so much higher
Than I've ever been before

Baby, babe, I want you, oh, my babe, ooh
Take me now
Got to have your love right now

Fire, baby, I'm on fire
Oh, you are the good times that I know
Higher, baby, take me higher
And better times I'll never know

The sun will soon be shinin'
Won't shine on me alone
Cause I have you here, my darlin'
To call my very own

Lord knows I must be dreamin'
Ah, nothing feels this good
You've given me a feelin'
Like no other woman could

Baby, babe, I want you, oh, my babe, ooh
Take me now
Got to have your love right now

Fire, baby, I'm on fire
Oh, you are the good times that I know
Higher, baby, take me higher
And better times I'll never know

Baby, babe, oh, baby, babe
Oh, babe, b-b-b-b- baby, baby, baby

The Country's In The Very Best Of Hands
Composer(s): Gene de Paul - Johnny Mercer
Performer(s): Shelly Manne
and multiple other artists



Them city folks and friends
Are pretty much alike
Though they ain't used to living in the sticks
We don't like stone or cement
But we is in agreement
When we get started talking politics

The country's in the very best of hands
The best of hands
The best of hands

The treasury says the national debt
Is climbing to the sky
And government expenditures
Have never been so high
It makes a fellow get a
Gleam of pride when they decide
To see how our economy expands
The country's in the very best of hands

The country's in the very best of hands
The best of hands
The best of hands

You oughtta hear the senate
When their drawing up a bill
Where asses and dimwits are crowded in each conisil (sp.)
Such legal terminology
Would give your heart a thrill
There's phrases there that no one understands
The country's in the very best of hands

The building boom, they say
Is getting bigger every day
And when I asked a feller
How could everybody pay
He come up with an answer
That made everything okay
Supplies are getting greater than demands
The country's in the very best of hands

Don't you believe them congressmen
And senators are dumb
When they run into problems
That is tough to overcome
They just declare something
They call the moritorium 
The upper and the lower house dismans
The country's in the very best of hands

Fox Motors is connected to the nominee
The nominee's connected to the treasury
When he ain't connected to the treasury
He sits around on his thigh bone

He sits around in his fancy car
This big congressional parking lot
Just sits around on the you know what
'Cause there they calls it their thigh bone

Them bones, them bones
Gonna rise again
Gonna excercise a franchise again
Gonna tax us up to our eyes again
When he gets them off of their thigh bone

The country's in the very best of hands
The best of hands
The best of hands

The farm bill should be
Eight-nine percent paroty
And all their fellow recommends
It should be mound at three
But eighty, ninety-five percent who cares about decree
It's paroty that no one understands
The county's in the very best of hands

Them GOP's and democrats
Each hates the other one
They's always criticizing
How the country should be run
But neither tell the public
What the others gone and done
As long as no one knows
Where no one stands
The country's in the very best of hands

They sits around and just place their ass
Where folks in congress has always sat
Just sits around on their excess bag
Up there they calls it their thigh bone

They sits around till they starts to snore
Jumps up and hollers
I has the floor
Then sits right down where they sats before
Up there they calls it their thigh bone

Them bones, them bones
Gonna cross again
So dignified and so wise again
While the budget doubles in size again
When it gets them off of their thigh bone

The country's in the very best of hands
The best of hands
The best of hands

The money that they taxes us
That's known as revenues
They compound up collaterals
Subtracts the residue

Don't worry about the principal
And interest it encrues
They're shipping all that stuff to foreign lands
The country's in the very best of hands

Cara Italia
Performer(s): Salvatore Adamo



Dire qu'il a fallu mille Dante
Pour dire ta splandeur
Et mille Botticelli
Pour peindre tes couleurs
Belle Italie
On a beau vivre loin de toi
On n'oublie pas ton charme d'autrefois

Mais tes nuits si belles
Ont troqué leur dentelle
Pour un manteau de peur 
Pour un manteau de peur
On tremble dans tes rues
Et les chansons se sont tues
Sous tes balcons en fleurs
Sous tes balcons en fleurs

Mia cara Italia
Qu'est-ce qu'il t'arrive la
Ça n'te ressemble pas
Ce masque de violence
Mia cara Italia
Fais que sous ton ciel bleu
Tes amoureux
Rêvent encore de romance

Dire que tout au long de ma vie
J'ai gardé ta douceur
Au fond de moi comme une nostalgie
Belle Italie... pourquoi tant d'ironie
Au moindre mot... qui veut toucher ton coeur

Est-ce vraiment stupide
En ces temps fratricides
De te parler d'amour 
De te parler d'amour
De se faire une fête
Quand un refrain s'entête
À chanter les beaux jours 
À chanter les beaux jours

Mia cara Italia
Qu'est-ce qu'il t'arrive la
Ça n'te ressemble pas
Ce masque de violence
Mia cara Italia
Fais que sous ton ciel bleu
Tes amoureux
Rêvent encore de romance

Mia cara Italia...

Fire To Ice
Composer(s): Billy MacKenzie
Performer(s): Associates



So summer came and warmed our smile
We talked too much and all the while
You know that love can turn so fast
I should have known it wouldn't last

Wo wo wo wo still you go on testing me
Wo wo wo wo it's not the way it's meant to be

So winter came broke every rule
Kiss me goodbye strawberry fool and love can burn from fire to ice
I never could take good advice

Wo wo wo wo still you go on testing me
Wo wo wo wo it's not the way it's meant to be

Now you're feeling so pleased with yourself
You're so sure and at ease with yourself
Now you're stronger and need me no more
Days are longer and I'm feeling sore
At the risk of repeating myself
What's the point of defeating yourself
Don't you know you're just cheating (oh well)

Wo wo wo wo still you go on testing me
Wo wo wo wo it's not the way it's meant to be

Now you're feeling so pleased with yourself
You're so sure and at ease with yourself
Now you're stronger and need me no more
Days are longer and I'm feeling sore
At the risk of repeating myself
What's the point of defeating yourself
Don't you know you're just cheating (oh well)

So summer came
So summer came

The Core
Composer(s): Eric Clapton - Marcy Levy
Performer(s): Eric Clapton



Every morning when I wake, a feeling soon begins to overtake me
Ringing in my ears resounds through my brain; it finally surrounds me
There is fire, there is life, there is passion, fever and fury
There is love and there is hate, there is longing, anger and worry

Oh, I am a flame; feel it touch my heart
And down at my core is the hottest part
I can run without fear

If it should become too cold, I know I can endure the frostbite
Oh, a blanket then I'll wrap around me; I keep myself so close to my sight
No one then can cause me harm, just as the river runs into the sea
'Cause every day, a fire alarm is deafening the silence all around me

It is burning
It is burning

You can trust me; we can laugh. Together we can share our sorrow
I will give you secrets too, an attitude that you may borrow
Gypsy woman said to me, "One thing you must bear in your mind
You are young and you are free, but damned if you're deceased in your own lifetime"

Oh, you have a flame; feel it in your heart
And down at the core is the hottest part
We can run without fear

It is burning
It is burning

Cara A Cara
Performer(s): Chico Buarque



Tenho um peito de lata
E um nó de gravata
No coração
Tenho uma vida sensata
Sem emoção
Tenho uma pressa danada
Não paro pra nada
Não presto atenção
Nos versos desta canção
Inútil

Tira a pedra do caminho
Serve mais um vinho
Bota vento no moinho
Bota pra correr
Bota força nessa coisa
Que se a coisa pára
A gente fica cara a cara
Cara a cara cara a cara
Bota lenha na fornalha
Põe fogo na palha
Bota fogo na batalha
Bota pra ferver
Bota força nessa coisa
Que se a coisa pára
A gente fica cara a cara
Cara a cara cara a cara

Tenho um metro quadrado
Um olho vidrado
E a televisão
Tenho um sorriso comprado
A prestação
Tenho uma pressa danada
Não paro pra nada
Não presto atenção
Nas cordas desse violão
Inútil

Tira a pedra do caminho ...

Tenho o passo marcado
O rumo traçado sem discussão
Tenho um encontro marcado
Com a solidão
Tenho uma pressa danada
Não moro do lado
Não me chamo João
Não gosto nem digo que não
É inútil

Tira a pedra do caminho ...

Vou correndo, vou-me embora
Faço um bota-fora
Pega um lenço agita e chora
Cumpre o seu dever
Bota força nessa coisa
Que se a coisa pára
A gente fica cara a cara
Cara a cara cara a cara
Com o que não quer ver

Fire On The Mountain
Composer(s): George McCorkle
Performer(s): The Marshall Tucker Band;
Candy Coburn; George McCorkle



Took my fam'ly away from our Carolina home
Had dreams about the west and started to roam
Six long months on a dust covered trail
They say heaven's at the end
But so far it's been hell

And there's fire on the mountain
Lightening in the air
Gold in them hills and it's waiting for me there

We were digging and shifting from five to five
Selling ev'rything we found just to stay alive
Gold flowed free like the whiskey in the bars
Sinning was the big thin Lord
And satan was the star

And there's fire on the mountain
Lightening in the air
Gold in them hills and it's waiting for me there

Dance hall girls were the evening treat
Empty cartridges and blood lined the gutters of the street
Men were shot down for the sake of fun
Or just to hear the noise of their 44 guns

And there's fire on the mountain
Lightening in the air
Gold in them hills and it's waiting for me there

Now my widow, she weeps by my grave
Tears flow free for her man she couldn't save
Shot down in cold blood by a gun that carried fame
All for a useless and no good worthless claim

And there's fire on the mountain
Lightening in the air
Gold in them hills and it's waiting for me there

The Conversation
Performer(s): Waylon Jennings & Hank Williams Jr.



Hank let's talk about your daddy
Tell me how your momma loved that man
Well just break out a bottle hoss
I'll tell you bout the driftin' cowboy band

We won't talk about the habits
Just the music and the man
(That's All)

Now Hank, you just gotta tell me
Did your daddy really write all them songs
(Did He?)
That don't deserve no answer hoss
Let's light up and just move along
Do you think he wrote 'em about your momma
Or about the man who done her wrong
(You know that)

Yeah back then they called him crazy
Now a days they call him a saint
Now the ones that called him crazy
Lord, are still riding on his name

Well if he was here right now Bocefus
Would he think that we were right
(Do you think he might?)
Don't you know he would Waltalja
Be right here by our sides
If we left for a show in Grover
He'd be the first one on the bus and ready to ride
(That's wantin' to go hoss)

Wherever he is I hope he's happy
You know I hope he's doing well
(Yes I do)
He is cuz he's got one arm around my momma now
And he sure did love Miss Audrey and raising hell
I won't ask you no more questions
Cuz there stories only Hank can tell

Well back then they called him crazy
Now a days they call him a saint
Most folks don't know that they fired him from the opry
And that caused his greatest pain

Let me tell you about lovesick
How Miss Audrey loved that man
You know I've always loved to listen
So the stories about that driftin' cowboy band (and the man)
Know when we get right down to it
Still the most wanted outlaw in the land

The Conversation
Performer(s): Waylon Jennings & Hank Williams Jr.



Hank let's talk about your daddy
Tell me how your momma loved that man
Well just break out a bottle hoss
I'll tell you bout the driftin' cowboy band

We won't talk about the habits
Just the music and the man
(That's All)

Now Hank, you just gotta tell me
Did your daddy really write all them songs
(Did He?)
That don't deserve no answer hoss
Let's light up and just move along
Do you think he wrote 'em about your momma
Or about the man who done her wrong
(You know that)

Yeah back then they called him crazy
Now a days they call him a saint
Now the ones that called him crazy
Lord, are still riding on his name

Well if he was here right now Bocefus
Would he think that we were right
(Do you think he might?)
Don't you know he would Waltalja
Be right here by our sides
If we left for a show in Grover
He'd be the first one on the bus and ready to ride
(That's wantin' to go hoss)

Wherever he is I hope he's happy
You know I hope he's doing well
(Yes I do)
He is cuz he's got one arm around my momma now
And he sure did love Miss Audrey and raising hell
I won't ask you no more questions
Cuz there stories only Hank can tell

Well back then they called him crazy
Now a days they call him a saint
Most folks don't know that they fired him from the opry
And that caused his greatest pain

Let me tell you about lovesick
How Miss Audrey loved that man
You know I've always loved to listen
So the stories about that driftin' cowboy band (and the man)
Know when we get right down to it
Still the most wanted outlaw in the land

Cara
Composer(s): Lucio Dalla
Performer(s): Lucio Dalla



Cosa ho davanti, non riesco più a parlare
dimmi cosa ti piace, non riesco a capire, dove vorresti andare
vuoi andare a dormire
Quanti capelli che hai, non si riesce a contare
sposta la bottiglia e lasciami guardare
se di tanti capelli, ci si può fidare

Conosco un posto nel mio cuore
dove tira sempre il vento
per i tuoi pochi anni e per i miei che sono cento
non c'è niente da capire, basta sedersi ed ascoltare
Perché ho scritto una canzone per ogni pentimento
e debbo stare attento a non cadere nel vino
o finir dentro ai tuoi occhi, se mi vieni più vicino.........

La notte ha il suo profumo e puoi cascarci dentro
che non ti vede nessuno
ma per uno come me, poveretto, che voleva prenderti per mano
e cascare dentro un letto.....
che pena...che nostalgia
non guardarti negli occhi e dirti un'altra bugia
A..Almeno non ti avessi incontrato
io che qui sto morendo e tu che mangi il gelato

Tu corri dietro al vento e sembri una farfalla
e con quanto sentimento ti blocchi e guardi la mia spalla
se hai paura a andar lontano, puoi volarmi nella mano
ma so già cosa pensi, tu vorresti partire
come se andare lontano fosse uguale a morire
e non c'e' niente di strano ma non posso venire

Così come una farfalla ti sei alzata per scappare
ma ricorda che a quel muro ti avrei potuta inchiodare
se non fossi uscito fuori per provare anch'io a volare
e la notte cominciava a gelare la mia pelle
una notte madre che cercava di contare le sue stelle
io li sotto ero uno sputo e ho detto "Ole'" sono perduto

La notte sta morendo
ed e' cretino cercare di fermare le lacrime ridendo
ma per uno come me l' ho gia detto
che voleva prenderti per mano e volare sopra un tetto

Lontano si ferma un treno
ma che bella mattina, il cielo e' sereno
Buonanotte, anima mia
adesso spengo la luce e così sia

Fire Lake
Composer(s): Bob Seger
Performer(s): Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band



Who's gonna ride that chrome three wheeler
Who's gonna make that first mistake
Who wants to wear those gypsy leathers
All the way to Fire Lake

Who wants to break the news about Uncle Joe
You remember Uncle Joe
He was the one afraid to cut the cake
Who wants to tell poor Aunt Sarah
Joe's run off to Fire Lake
Joe's run off to Fire Lake

Who wants to brave those bronze beauties
Lying in the sun
With their long soft hair falling
Flying as they run
Oh they smile so shy
And they flirt so well
And they lay you down so fast
Till you look straight up and say
Oh Lord
Am I really here at last

Who wants to play those eights and aces
Who wants a raise
Who needs a stake
Who wants to take that long shot gamble
And head out to Fire Lake
Head out
Who wants to go to Fire Lake
And head out
Who wants to go to Fire Lake
Head out
Out to Fire Lake
Who's gonna do it

The Continental ((aka The Painless Dentist Song (Allan Sherman))
Composer(s): Con Conrad - Herbert Magidson
Performer(s): Fred Astaire & Ginger Rogers



Ginger: 
Beautiful music...
Dangerous rhythm...
It's something daring, The Continental
A way of dancing that's really 'entre nous'
It's very subtle, The Continental
Because it does what you want it to do
It has a passion, The Continental
An invitation to moonlight and romance
It's quite the fashion, The Continental
Because you tell of your love while you dance
Your lips whisper so tenderly
Her eyes answer your song
Two bodies swaying, The Continental
And you are saying just what you're dreaming of
So keep on dancing, The Continental
For it's a song of romance and of love
You kiss while you're dancing

(Fred: Not a bad idea)

The Continental, hmmmmm
It's continental
You sing while you're dancing
Your voice is gentle and sentimental
You stroll together arm in arm
You nonchalantly glide along with grace and charm
You will find while you're dancing
That there's a rhythm in your heart and soul
A certain rhythm that you can't control
And you will do 
The Continental all the time