The Holy City
Composer(s): Stephen Adams - Frederick E. Weatherly
Performer(s): Charlotte Church
and multiple other artists



Last night I lay a-sleeping
There came a dream so fair
I stood in old Jerusalem
Beside the temple there
I heard the children singing
And ever as they sang
Methought the voice of angels
From heaven in answer rang
Methought the voice of angels
From heaven in answer rang

Jerusalem! Jerusalem!
Lift up your gates and sing
Hosanna in the highest!
Hosanna to your King!

And then methought my dream was changed
The streets no longer rang
Hushed were the glad Hosannas
The little children sang
The sun grew dark with mystery
The morn was cold and chill
As the shadow of a cross arose
Upon a lonely hill
As the shadow of a cross arose
Upon a lonely hill

Jerusalem! Jerusalem!
Hark! How the angels sing
Hosanna in the highest!
Hosanna to your King!

And once again the scene was changed
New earth there seemed to be
I saw the Holy City
Beside the tideless sea
The light of God was on its streets
The gates were open wide
And all who would might enter
And no one was denied
No need of moon or stars by night
Or sun to shine by day
It was the new Jerusalem
That would not pass away
It was the new Jerusalem
That would not pass away

Jerusalem! Jerusalem!
Sing for the night is o'er!
Hosanna in the highest!
Hosanna forevermore!

C'est Un Monsieur Très Distingué
Composer(s): Carles R. Louiguy - Edith Piaf
Performer(s): Edith Piaf; Jacques Météhen Orch.



Il descend dans les grands hôtels
Il a beaucoup de personnel
Il a aussi beaucoup d'argent
C'est pour ça qu'il est mon amant

C'est un Monsieur très distingué
C'est un Monsieur qui est marié
Ses enfants seront bien él'vés
Sa femme est née dans le grand monde
C'est un Monsieur très demandé
Tous les gens l'écoutent parler
Il est de la haute société
C'est c'qu'on appell' un homme du monde

Il a aussi un petit chien
On dit qu'il fait beaucoup de bien
Sa femme, moi et puis le chien
Nous faisons partie de ses biens

C'est un Monsieur très distingué
C'est un Monsieur qui est marié
Ses enfants seront très bien él'vés
Comme il se doit, je n'suis pas blonde
Je n'suis pas née dans le grand monde
Ce Monsieur-là peut tout ach'ter
Même l'illusion d'être aimé
Il est de la haute société
C'est c'qu'on appelle un homm' du monde

Je sais pourtant qu'un jour viendra
Où, doucement, il me dira 
"Chère amie, je suis désolé
Nos relations doivent cesser"

C'est un Monsieur très distingué
C'est un Monsieur qui est marié
Ses enfants seront très bien él'vés
Comme il se doit, sa femme est blonde
Sa femme est née dans le grand monde
Je resterai seule à pleurer
Mon amour sera bien payé
C'est comm' ça dans la haut' société
C'est c'qu'on appelle les gens du monde

Free As A Bird
Composer(s): John Lennon
Performer(s): The Beatles;
and various other artists



Free as a bird
it's the next best thing to be
Free as a bird

Home, home and dry
like a homing bird I'll fly 
as a bird on wings

Whatever happened to 
the life that we once knew? 
Can we really live without each other? 

Where did we lose the touch 
that seemed to mean so much? 
It always made me feel so... 

Free as a bird
like the next best thing to be
Free as a bird

Home, home and dry
like a homing bird I'll fly 
as a bird on wings

Whatever happened to 
the life that we once knew? 
Always made me feel so free

Free as a bird
It's the next best thing to be
Free as a bird
Free as a bird
Free as a bird

The Holiday Song
Performer(s): Harry Hemsley



We're glad that school is over
Though we always like to learn
And gain a little knowledge
And our teacher's praises earn
But a little break is good for all
And so you will agree
That a holiday once in a while
Is good for you and me

Hurrah for the holidays
They are such jolly days
No thought of folly days
Only of fun
Roaming the countryside
From morn till eventide
No one to scold or chide
Free everyone

When studying in classroom
We may feel a trifle bored
But holidays are soon here
And they are our reward
Reward for all our labours
As we work out vexing sums
And try to get each sum correct
Which somehow never comes

Hurrah for the holidays
They are such jolly days
No thought of folly days
Only of fun
Roaming the countryside
From morn till eventide
No one to scold or chide
Free everyone

C'est Un Jour À Naples
Composer(s): René Cloerec - C. Delecluse
Performer(s): Dalida



C'est un jour à Naples qu'on s'est rencontré
À la même table du même café
Et si le miracle a recommencé
C'est à Naples, à Naples, à Naples
On voyait les barques danser près du quai
Le long des baraques des gamins nus-pieds
Couraient dans les flaques avec des paniers
C'est à Naples que tout ça est arrivé
Sous le bleu du ciel le beau linge blanc
Pavoisait gaiement aux fenêtres aux fenêtres dans le soleil
Et devant la mer entre les rochers
On s'est embrassé sans rien dire sans rien dire sous le ciel clair
J'avais ton visage qui se renversait
Je sentais les vagues qui nous emportaient
Et moi comme une algue je m'alanguissais
Et tout Naples flamboyait comme l'été
Sous le bleu du ciel le beau linge blanc
Pavoisait gaiement aux fenêtres, aux fenêtres dans le soleil
Le temps a passé mais n'a rien changé
Il est sans danger ceux qui s'aiment, ceux qui s'aiment sont épargnés
C'est toujours à Naples qu'on s'aime d'amour
Là-bas les miracles ont lieu tous les jours
Le temps redoutable protège l'amour
C'est à Naples que l'on s'aime pour toujours
C'est à Naples que je t'aimerai toujours
La, la, la, la, la, la, la...

Free Again
Composer(s): Alex Chilton
Performer(s): Teenage Fanclub;
and various other artists



Well I'm free again, to do what I wanna do
Free again, to sing my song again
Free again, to air my longing
And to be out on my own again

Well I had me a girl, but she couldn't understand
Me and my ways, and my need to be around
Left her today, took my life in my hands
And now I'm free again

Well I'm free again, to do what I wanna do
Free again, to sing my song again
Free again, to air my longing
And to be out on my own again

Well I made a mistake, and thought I could turnaround,
Thought I could take, a leash on my neck, around
Now I'm gonna make, my way to another
Til my feet are back on the ground

Yes I'm free again, to do what I wanna do
Free again, to sing my song again
Free again, to air my longing
And to be out on my own again

Free again, to do what I wanna do
Free again, to sing my song again
Free again, to air my longing
To be out on my own again

The Hole In The Ground
Composer(s): Ted Dicks - Myles Rudge
First release by: Bernard Cribbins - 1962



There I was, a-diggin' this 'ole
'Ole in the ground, so big and sort o' round it was
And there was I, diggin' it deep
It was flat at the bottom and the sides were steep
When along comes this bloke in a bowler
Which he lifted and scratched his 'ead
Woooh, he looked down the 'ole
Poor demented soul and he said

"Do you mind if I make a suggestion?

Don't dig there, dig it elsewhere
Your digging it round and it ought to be square
The shape of it's wrong, it's much too long
And you can't put hole where a hole don't belong"

I ask, what a liberty, eh?
Nearly bashed him right in the bowler

Well, there was I, a-stood in me 'ole
Shovellin' earth for all that I was worth, I was
And there was 'im, standin' up there
So grand and official with his nose in the air
So I gave him a look sort of sideways
And I leaned on me shovel and sighed
Woooh, I lit me a fag
And havin' took a drag I replied

I just couldn't bear to dig it elsewhere
I'm diggin' it round 'cos I don't want it square
And if you disagree, it doesn't bother me
That's the place where the 'oles gonna be

Well there we were, discussing this 'ole
'Ole in the groud, so big and sort o' round
It's not there now, the ground's all flat
And beneath it is the bloke in the bowler hat

And that's that! 

C'est Un Homme Terrible
Composer(s): Jean-Michel Moulin
Performer(s): Edith Piaf



C'est un homme terrible
Avec des yeux doux
Il me prend pour cible
Il me donne des coups
Il me fait pleurer
Avec un regard
Il me fait trembler
Quand il est en retard
C'est un homme terrible
Avec des yeux verts
Il voit à travers
Il me passe au crible
Je suis transparente
Quand il est devant moi
Je pleure, je me lamente
Je reste sans voix
Je descends la pente
De la peur et de l'effroi
Cet homme me hante
Il me met en croix
C'est un homme terrible
C'est un homme terrible...

Mais quand il me caresse
Quand je sens ses deux mains
Se poser comme des compresses
Sur mes yeux pleins de chagrin
Alors je ressuscite
Je retrouve le printemps
Le bonheur invite
Au creux de mon amant

C'est un homme terrible
Avec des yeux bleus
Mon cœur est la cible
Où il vise le mieux
Il revient vers moi
Il revient toujours
Avec un grand "A"
Ça s'appelle l'Amour
C'est un homme terrible
Il a peur, la nuit
Dans mes bras fragiles
Il s'apaise et rit
Et puis il s'endort
Et je le regarde
Il n'a plus de force
C'est moi qui le garde
Sentinelle dehors
À moi, la toquarde
Quand viendra l'aurore
Je quitterai la garde
De cet homme terrible
De cet homme terrible
De cet homme terrible
De cet homme terrible
Terrible! Terrible!
Hhhhhan!

Free Again
Composer(s): Joseph Baselli;
Armand Canfora; Robert Colby; Michele Jourdan
Performer(s): Barbra Streisand;
and various other artists



Free again, back to being free again
back to being me again
with all my precious freedom
my precious, precious freedom
On my own, back to being on my own
Back to live the life I'd known
before I ever knew him 
before I ever knew him

Free again, independent me, free again
Time to call up all the crowd
raise the roof and shout out loud
Time to have a party, a party
Lucky me, take a look at lucky me
Take a look and you can see
how much I love my freedom
my precious, precious freedom
Simple me, complicated, simple me
Back to where I used to be
before I ever knew him
before I ever knew him

Free again, lucky, lucky me
Free again, back in circulation now
time for celebration now
time to have a party, a party

Free again, independent me, free again
Time to call up all the crowd
raise the roof and shout out loud
Time to have a party

Lucky me, take a look at lucky, lucky me
Back to where I used to be 
Back to where I used to be 

Free again
Free again
Free

The Hold-Up Rag/Dangerous Nan McGrew



Hands up! Hands up! 
Stick 'em up, everybody
And now we do the hold-up rag! 
All aboard! 
Look out! It's the hold-up rag! 

Betty Boop:
Mister Engineer, now look a-here
There's someone down there on the track (Yeah?) 
See that wicked eye? 
He's out to do or die 
Hear his pistol going crack? 
Hold your watch and chain
And stop the train
Put on the brakes and let her drag
For you certainly got to hand it 
To that gentlemanly bandit 
When he makes you do the hold-up rag! 

Bimbo:
Hands up! Hands up! 
Everybody, hands up! 
Get out and do that hold-up rag! 
Make it snappy there
Go into your dance
Don't you hide that diamond in your pants! 
Easy there 
Shell out, shell out! 
Don't you dare to yell out 
Drop your pearls and diamonds in the bag
All aboard! 
Look out! It's the hold-up rag! 

Betty Boop:
I'm Dangerous Nan, the sister of Dan McGrew 
Believe it or not
My father and brother were tough
But I'm the toughest one of the lot

I'm Dangerous Nan McGrew
Pipe down or I'll fill you with lead
I'm harder than nails and lucky as hell 
When I shoot at a body, it's dead

Bring me a barrel of whiskey
A barrel of good old Three Star 
A handful of tacks for a chaser 
And a light for this lousy cigar 

Who told you you were tough? 
Why, you couldn't frighten a baby! 
So, cut out this stunt, you poor little runt 
Before I forget I'm a lady! 

I'm Dangerous Nan, the sister of Dan McGrew 
Believe it or not
My father and brother were tough
But I'm the toughest one of the lot

I'm dangerous Nan McGrew
Say, who are you making a goat of? 
Come home and take care of your seventeen kids 
Or I'll crown you with this locomotive! 

C'est Un Gars
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour - Pierre Roche
Performer(s): Edith Piaf



Sous mes pieds mes s'mells se dérobent
On voit l'jour à travers ma robe
Mon corsage est tout rapiécé
Et mes effets très fatigués
Qu'import' ce qu'on dit à la ronde
Je me fou du reste du monde
Car depuis hier je suis aimée
C'est fou ce qui m'est arrivé

C'est un gars qui est entré dans ma vie
C'est un gars qui m'a dit des folies
Tu es jolie, tu es jolie
On m'l'avait jamais dit
C'est un gars qui r'ssemblais à un ange
C'est un gars qui parlait comme un ange
Tu es jolie, tu es jolie
J'en suis tout étourdie

Mon Dieu je ne suis plus la même
Quand il me murmure je t'aime
Je trouve ça si merveilleux
Qu'il y a des larmes dans mes yeux
C'est beau l'amour qui se promène
Quand un beau gars en tient la chaîne
On voudrait rester prisonnier
Rien qu'pour contempler son geôlier

C'est un gars qui est entré dans ma vie
C'est un gars qui m'a dit des folies
Tu es jolie, tu es jolie
On m'l'avait jamais dit
C'est un gars qui r'ssemblais à un ange
C'est un gars qui parlait comme un ange
Tu es jolie, tu es jolie
J'en suis tout étourdie

C'est merveilleux en moi la vie bourdonne
L'amour jaillit dès que je m'abandonne
Et quand il m'a soûlée
De mots et de baisers
Et qu'il sourit, c'est drôle
Je mords dans son épaule
C'est un gars qui est entré dans ma vie
C'est un gars qui m'a dit des folies
Tu es jolie, tu es jolie
Veux-tu d'moi pour la vie
Oui

Free Advice
Composer(s): John Phillips; Michelle Gilliam
Performer(s): The Mamas & The Papas



A bit of free advice (vice)
We'll tell it to you now (nice, twice)
If you've got some habits
Some people won't allow (won't allow, allow)
Be cool; be clean
If you know what I mean ...

We've all got our ups (ups, ups) 
We've all got our downs (we've all got our downs)
Some of us are careless
And leave 'm layin' around (layin' around, around)
Be neat, discreet
And keep your ear to the ground
Everyone has had a loved one who's far, far away
And if you don't want to take that trip someday ...
(Think twice)
Be cool (be cool)
Be clean (be clean)
If you know what I mean

Everyone has had a loved one who's far far away
And if you don't wanna take that trip someday
A bit of free advice (vice, vice)
We'll tell it to you now (tell it to you now)
If you've got some habits
Some people won't allow (won't allow, allow) ...
Everyone has had a loved one ...
Don't be out on the street ...
Everyone has had a loved one ...
If you know what I mean ...

The Hokey Pokey (aka The Hokey Cokey)
Composer(s): Roland Lawrence LaPrise - Chuck Macak - Tafft Baker
Performer(s): Ram Trio
and multiple other artists



You put your right foot in
You put your right foot out
You put your right foot in
And you shake it all about
You do the Hokey-Pokey
And you turn yourself around
That's what it's all about!

You put your left foot in
You put your left foot out
You put your left foot in
And you shake it all about
You do the Hokey-Pokey
And you turn yourself around
That's what it's all about!

You put your right hand in
You put your right hand out
You put your right hand in
And you shake it all about
You do the Hokey-Pokey
And you turn yourself around
That's what it's all about!

You put your left hand in
You put your left hand out
You put your left hand in
And you shake it all about
You do the Hokey-Pokey
And you turn yourself around
That's what it's all about!

You put your right side in
You put your right side out
You put your right side in
And you shake it all about
You do the Hokey-Pokey
And you turn yourself around
That's what it's all about!

You put your left side in
You put your left side out
You put your left side in
And you shake it all about
You do the Hokey-Pokey
And you turn yourself around
That's what it's all about!

You put your nose in
You put your nose out
You put your nose in
And you shake it all about
You do the Hokey-Pokey
And you turn yourself around
That's what it's all about!

You put your backside in
You put your backside out
You put your backside in
And you shake it all about
You do the Hokey-Pokey
And you turn yourself around
That's what it's all about!

You put your head in
You put your head out
You put your head in
And you shake it all about
You do the Hokey-Pokey
And you turn yourself around
That's what it's all about!

You put your whole self in
You put your whole self out
You put your whole self in
And you shake it all about
You do the Hokey-Pokey
And you turn yourself around
That's what it's all about

C'est Un Coeur De Papier
((English Version: Paper Heart (Joe Dassin))
Composer(s): Joe Dassin - Jean-Michel Rivat - T. Pobers
Performer(s): Joe Dassin



C'est un cœur de papier
Comment peut-elle aimer?
C'est un cœur de papier
Mais comment l'oublier?
Si je l'aime
Pour ma peine

Qu'elle s'habille de bleu
Ou de rose ou de rien
Je la vois, je la veux
Mais son cœur ne dit rien
Et je l'aime
Pour ma peine

À quoi sert d'aimer
Un cœur de papier
Qui ne veut jamais
Se déchirer

À ce cœur de papier
Je vais mettre le feu
Et le voir s'allumer
Voir l'amour dans ses yeux
Car je l'aime
Pour ma peine

Free
Composer(s): Chris Andrews
Performer(s): Pearly Gate (Ron Dante)



Ever since the world began
There's always been a certain man
A certain man who's been put down
As sure as the world goes round
He's always had to fight, fight, fight
For what he knows is right
Ever since the world began
There's always been a certain man

Now he wants to be free, free, free
So let him be, be, be
He wants to be free, free, free
Is that so hard to see?
He's had all he can take
And so for Heaven's sake
Let him be free, free, free
Just like a bird in a tree
He wants to be free

All aboard the Freedom Train
Throw away those rusty chains
Rusty chains have shown their might
And we can't see what's right
Until the day we stand
All equal in God's land
All aboard the Freedom Train
Throw away those rusty chains

Now he wants to be free, free, free
So let him be, be, be
He wants to be free, free, free
Is that so hard to see?
He's had all he can take
And so for Heaven's sake
Let him be free, free, free
Just like a bird in a tree
He wants to be free, free, free
So let him be, be, be
He wants to be free, free, free
Is that so hard to see?
He's had all he can take
And so for Heaven's sake
Let him be free, free, free
Just like a bird in a tree
He wants to be free, free, free
So let him be, be, be
He wants to be free, free, free
Is that so hard to see?
He's had all he can take
And so for Heaven's sake
Let him be free, free, free
Just like a bird in a tree...

The Hockey Song
Composer(s): Stompin' Tom Connors
Performer(s): Stompin' Tom Connors



Hello out there, we're on the air
it's hockey night tonight!
The tension grows
the whistle blows
and the puck goes down the ice
The golie jumps
and and the players bump
and the fans all go insane
Someone roars
"Bobby Scores!"
At the good old hockey game!

Oh!
The good old hockey game!
It's the best game you can name!
And the best game you can name
is the good old hockey game!

Second Period
Where players dash
with skates a-flash
the home team trails behind
But they grab the puck
and go bursting up
and their down across the line
They storm the crease
like bumblebees
and they travel like a burning flame
We see them slide the puck inside
its a one one hockey game!

Oh!
The good old hockey game!
Its the best game you can name!
And the best game you can name
is the good old hockey game!

Third Period
Last game in the play-offs too
Oh take me where, the hockey players
face off down the rink
And the Stanley Cup
is all filled up
for the champs who win the drink!
Now the final flick
of a hockey stick
and a one gigantic scream
"The Puck Is In! The Home Team Wins!"
At the good ol hockey game

Oh!
The good old hockey game!
Its the best game you can name!
And the best game you can name
is the good old hockey game!

Oh!
The good old hockey game!
Its the best game you can name!
And the best game you can name
is the good old hockey game!

Oh!
The good old hockey game!
Its the best game you can name!
And the best game you can name
is the good old hockey game!

C'est Tout Comme
((Adapted from: A Mess Of Blues (Elvis Presley & The Jordanaires) - 1960))
((Danish Version: Masser Af Busser (Bamses Venner) - 1976))
Composer(s): Doc Pomus - Mort Shuman - Pierre Saka
Performer(s): Les Chaussettes Noires - 1961



La main qui montre le ciel noir
Mes yeux qui voudraient te voir
Mais tu n'es pas revenue
Et ce temps perdu
C'est tout comme un monde qui me fuit
Le train qui file dans la nuit
Le froid qui arrête la vie
Le vent qui porte la pluie
Et tous ses ennuis
C'est tout comme un jour sans rêve autour
Jamais, non jamais trop de bleu et de rire
Le soleil, c'est pour les pauvres, pour les aider à vivre
Le moindre bruit qui me réveille
La ville ne dort pas
Sur son néon et ses enseignes
Cette joie qui se perd
C'est tout comme un jour sans rêve autour
Jamais, non jamais là, croiseront nos routes
Le temps et les gens qui passent viennent creuser le doute
Après minuit, le blues qui pleure
Dans la fumée des bars
L'image du dernier quart d'heure
De cette joie qui se meurt
C'est tout comme un cœur qui ne bat plus
C'est tout comme un monde qui me fuit
C'est tout comme un jour sans rêve autour

Free
Composer(s): Susaye Greene; 
Hank Redd; Nathan Watts; Deniece Williams
Performer(s): Deniece Williams



Whispering in his ear my magic potion for love 
Telling him I'm sincere 
And that there's nothing too good for us 

And I've just got to be free, free, free 

Whispering in his ear my magic potion for love 
Telling him I'm sincere 
And that there's nothing too good for us 

But I want to be free, free, free 
And I just got to be me, yeah, free, free 

Teasing hands on his mind 
Give our night such mystery 
Happiness all the time 
Oh and how that night pleases me 

But I want to be free (ba, ba, ba, ba) 
But I just got to be me, me 

Feeling you close to me 
Makes all my senses smile 
Let's not waste ecstasy 
Cause I'll only be here for a while 

I just got to be free, free, free 
And I just got to be me, yeah, yeah, yeah 
Free, free, oh 
Free, free, free, oh baby, oh 
And I just want to, I just want to be me

The Hobo Song
Composer(s): John Prine
Performer(s): John Prine; Johnny Cash; Dean Phelps



There was a time when lonely men would wander
Through this land rolling aimlessly along
So many times I've heard of their sad story
Written in the words of dead men's songs

Down through the years many men have yearned for freedom 
Some found it only on the open road
So many tears of blood have fell around us
'Cause you can't always do what you are told

Please tell me where have all the hobos gone to
I see no fire burning down by the rusty railroad tracks
Could it be their time has gone and left them
Tied up in life's eternal travellin' sack

Please tell me where have all the hobos gone to
I see no fire burning down by the rusty railroad tracks
Could it be their time has gone and left them
Tied up in life's eternal travellin' sack

Please tell me where have all the hobos gone to
I see no fire burning down by the rusty railroad tracks
Could it be their time has gone and left them
Tied up in life's eternal travellin' sack

Please tell me where have all the hobos gone to
I see no fire burning down by the rusty railroad tracks
Could it be their time has gone and left them
Tied up in life's eternal travellin' sack

Last Sunday night I wrote a letter to my loved one 
I signed my name and knew I'd stayed away too long
There was a time when my heart was free to wander
And I remember as I sing this hobo song

C'est Toujours Un Mystère
Composer(s): Pierre Rapsat
First release by: Pierre Rapsat - 1982



C'est toujours un mystère
Le début d'une histoire
C'est comme une lumière 
Qui se glisse dans le noir
C'est déjà la frontière
La fin du couloir
Et moi je danse
J'ai perdu la mémoire

C'est toujours un mystère 
C'est comme les grands départs
On est des émigrants
Qui s'en vont quelque part
Sur un océan
Ou la Mer Noire
Et moi je danse 
J'ai perdu la mémoire

Je danse la danse du feu
Les pieds nus dans la cendre 
Sans chercher à comprendre
Si j'me sens heureux
La danse de la colère
Elle se danse en enfer
Soulève de la poussière
Qu'on jette à la mer

C'est toujours un mystère
Le début d'une histoire
De sentir un coeur 
Se gonfler d'espoir
Des anneaux enclavés
Que brise un foulard
Et moi je danse
J'ai perdu la mémoire

Je danse la danse du feu
Les pieds nus dans la cendre
Sans chercher à comprendre
Si j'me sens heureux
La danse de la colère
Soulève que d'la poussière
Qu'on jette à la mer