Le Loco-Motion
((Adapted from: The Loco-Motion (Little Eva) - 1962))
Composer(s): Carole King - Gerry Goffin - Georges Aber
Performer(s): Sylvie Vartan - 1962

Versions In Other Languages:
1975 - Kohta Juna Lähtee (Frederik)
2004 - Leve De Vakantie (M-Kids)



Prenez Le Premier Train Qui Vous Fera Danser
Invitez Les Copains Qui Savent Bien Twister
Vous Allez Par Devant Et Puis Vous Reculez
Vous Twistez En Marchant Ce N'est Pas Complique
Venez Danser Tous Le Locomotion Oh Oui
Si Vous Avez Un Bon Ticket
Allez Y Venez Danser
Pour Tous Bagages Quelqu'un Qui Vous Plait
Attention Au Depart Il Faut Vous Depecher
Il Est Deja Trop Tard Le Train Va Demarrer
Et Si Y A Un Voyage Je Prend Le Train De Nuit
Jusqu'a La Derniere Heure Jusqu'au Dernier Whisky
Venez Danser Tous Le Locomotion Oh Oui
Prenez Le Bon Wagon Pour Bien Vous Amuser
En Courant Le Garçon Ou La Fille Qui Vous Plait
Et Quand Le Dernier Arrivera En Gare
Vous Quittez Les Copains En Leur Disant Bonsoir
Jusqu'a Demain Ouh Le Locomotion Oh Oui
Venez Danser, Venez Danser Tous Le Locomotion
Venez Danser
Venez Danser, Venez Danser Tous Le Locomotion
Venez Danser

Charlie, T'iras Pas Au Paradis
Composer(s): Pierre Delanoë - Gilbert Bécaud
Performer(s): Gilbert Bécaud



Charlie, Oh Charlie t'iras pas au paradis 
Charlie, Oh Charlie t'iras pas au paradis
Tes pensées sont mauvaises
Tu fais honte à ton diocèse
T'iras pas au paradis Charlie

Elle est là derrière un pilier
Je la regarde agenouillée
Aux jours de Pâques et de Noël
A la messe je ne vois qu'elle
Elle est belle comme la statue
De la Vierge à l'Enfant Jésus
Comment voulez-vous je vous prie
Que dans ces conditions je prie

Oh Charlie t'iras pas au paradis
Charlie, Charlie, t'iras pas au paradis
Mon paradis c'est elle et c'est tout
Et même si je scandalise
Quand je suis à l'église
Je pense à Marie
Aux yeux de Marie
Je pense à Marie
Aux mains de Marie
Au corps de Marie
Au cœur de Marie
Je pense à Marie-Louise

Come and get it
And get it now
If you don't get it
You're a paw

J'arrive une heure avant la messe
Pour la joie de la voir passer
Et pendant qu'elle est à confesse
Je suis jaloux de son curé
Je me lève et je m'agenouille
Je me sens comme crucifié
Par tous les regards qui me fouillent
Des grenouilles de bénitier

Oh Charlie, t'iras pas au paradis
Charlie, Charlie t'iras pas au paradis
Ton paradis je m'en fous
Mon paradis c'est elle et c'est tout
Et même si je scandalise
Le dimanche à l'église
Je pense à Marie 
Je pense à Marie
Aux yeux de Marie
Aux mains de Marie
Au corps de Marie
Au cœur de Marie
Je pense à Marie-Louise

Come and get it
And get it now
If you don't get it
You're a paw

Tout à l'heure quand elle va sortir
J'vais la rater encore une fois
Tout à l'heure ces ballots vont rire
Sur le zinc du café tabac
Rigolez les gars rigolez
J'y mettrai le temps qu'il faudra
Mais un dimanche vous la verrez
Sortir de l'église à mon bras

Oh Charlie, tu l'auras ton paradis
Charlie, Charlie, tu l'auras ton paradis
Ell' sera bell' bell' tout en blanc
J'aurai un chapeau et des gants
Et même si ça scandalise
Un beau jour à l'église
Je s'rai le mari, je s'rai le mari, je s'rai le mari...

De Marie-Louise 

Race To The End
Composer(s): Jon Anderson; Vangelis
Performer(s): Demis Roussos;
and various other artists



There is but one freedom
Man running along
Each step that he's taking
A step to his soul

The passion and courage
It takes to be there
the spirit of freedom
Alive in the air

Whenever the running man awakes
To challenge to glory
he knows that he can turn
the key once more to unlock the soul

The way becomes clearer
The way is complete
The need that of winning
Admit no defeat

The circles together
Hold hands to the sky
The freedom of running
The freedom to try

Let no one surround himself with pain
But use it to free him
The game is to learn to live again
A race to the end
To try to the end
The game is to learn to live again
A race to the end

The Living Years
Composer(s): Mike Rutherford - B. A. Robertson
First release by: Mike + The Mechanics - 1988
Covered by multiple other artists



Every generation
Blames the one before
And all of their frustrations
Come beating on your door

I know that I'm a prisoner
To all my Father held so dear
I know that I'm a hostage
To all his hopes and fears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years

Crumpled bits of paper
Filled with imperfect thought
Stilted conversations
I'm afraid that's all we've got

You say you just don't see it
He says it's perfect sense
You just can't get agreement
In this present tense
We all talk a different language
Talking in defence

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late when we die
To admit we don't see eye to eye

So we open up a quarrel
Between the present and the past
We only sacrifice the future
It's the bitterness that lasts

So Don't yield to the fortunes
You sometimes see as fate
It may have a new perspective
On a different day
And if you don't give up, and don't give in
You may just be O.K.

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late when we die
To admit we don't see eye to eye

I wasn't there that morning
When my Father passed away
I didn't get to tell him
All the things I had to say

I think I caught his spirit
Later that same year
I'm sure I heard his echo
In my baby's new born tears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late when we die
To admit we don't see eye to eye

Charlie, The Midnight Marauder
Composer(s): Bagby - Davis
Performer(s): The Limeliters



Calling car 41
Calling car 41
Investigate a code 7
At 116 west 14th St. and report
Looks like Charlie's at it again

Oh Charlie was raised in the city
He scoffed at the suburban life
Til satan disguised as a salesman
Bewitched and bewildered his wife

She heard of the pleasures of rural life
With barbecues under the trees
And so for a mere forty thousand
He purchased their dreamhouse with ease

He rose before dawn every morning
To dreamily fall into line (yawn)
And follow that bumper before him (Beep Beep)
To be on the job before nine

His dreamhouse of crumbling stucco 
Was more like a nightmarish load
His weekends were spent in hard labor
He dug and he pruned and he mowed

One night an electrical failure
Blacked out every street in the track
Our hero drove up in confusion
But couldn't locate his new shack

Each crackerbox looked like the one next door
As far as the eye could see
He cursed to himself as he pondered
Now where in the world can it be

He searched til a door looked familiar
Than tried out his key in the lock
The door open wide and he entered
Poor Charlie was on the wrong block

He strode to the couch of his sleeping love
He kissed her and backed off in fright
The girl he had kissed was a stranger
Who screamed and ran out in the night

They caught him a few minutes later
Still rooted and shaking with fear
They called him the midnight marauder
And put him away for a year

And put him away for a yea-ea-ear
And put him away for a year
They called him the midnight maurauder
And put him away for a year

When a salesman is taunting suburbia
He's doing it purely for help
Remember the story of Charlie
And tell him to move there himself

And tell him to move there himsel-el-elf
And tell him to move there himself
Remember the story of Charlie
And tell him to move there himself 

Rabo De Nube
Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez;
and various other artists



Si me dijeran pide un deseo
preferiría un rabo de nube
un torbellino en el suelo
y una gran ira que sube
Un barredor de tristezas
un aguacero en venganza
que cuando escampe parezca
nuestra esperanza

Si me dijeran pide un deseo
preferiría un rabo de nube
que se llevara lo feo
y nos dejara el querube
Un barredor de tristezas
un aguacero en venganza
que cuando escampe parezca
nuestra esperanza

The Little White Pill On The Little Green Hill
Composer(s): Johnny Burke - James V. Monaco
Performer(s): Bing Crosby



I went to see a doctor
'Cause I was feeling ill
He told me to take a little red tea
And a little white pill

I followed his description
A simple one to fill
He told me I'd find a little black cup
On a little green hill

But the little white pill
Rolled down the hill
And thwarted my endeavor
It wouldn't roll up
Back to the cup
And now I'm worse than ever

Oh, I never do eat
What's sour or sweet
And never fats or starches
But the little white pill
Rolled down the hill
And gave me broken arches

Oh, I never will tame
That ancient game
Invented by the Scottish
And I've got to admit
That I should quit
And sing myself a schottische

Charlie Stone
Composer(s): Larry Johnson
Performer(s): Larry Johnson; Charlie "Choo Choo" Williams



Yeah, an' I know a fool
He came from way down south
Called him Charlie Stone
Now he make a livin'
Goin' 'round town
I mean blowin' on a slide trombone
Now he could make it moan an'
He could make it sing
Hey where did he get that thing
But play on Stone
Go on with your slide trombone

Now when he played that thing
Down on Market Street
Butcher Sam had to leave his meat
To hear old Stone
Blowin' on his slide trombone

...let's get it now Stone..Yeah...Yeah
I say hey there Stone
Play it on your slide trombone

I said I know a fool
He came from way down south
Called him Charlie Stone
Ahh, he make a livin'
Goin' 'round town
I mean blowin' on a slide trombone
Yes, he can make it moan an'
He can make it sing
Tell me where did he get that thing
But play on Stone
Go on with your slide trombone

Now the women gather 'round
And they shake their hips (oooh)
When that horn is
Shakin' to his lips
Singing play on Stone
Go on with your slide trombone

Now as he played it Sunday morning
And the Sisters strut around (Ha!)
Preacher Johnson
Laid his Bible down
To hear old Stone
Blow it on is slide trombone

Yeah, Charlie Stone
Blow it on, I mean blow it on your slide trombone
Yes, yes, yes, yes

My, my, my.. 

Rabbit Dance Love Song
Performer(s): Isna Wastekicilapi Mastin Olowan



Say, where did you come from?
Oh, I come from that way to dance here
Give me your hand, because I am single
Maybe I will see you later

Lakota Version:
Tokiyatan
yahi so
Leciyatanhan waci wahiye
Nape au
we
Tansna
waun we
Toksa ake
wacinyankin kte

The Little Shirt My Mother Made For Me
Composer(s): Harry Wincott
Performer(s): Tom Woottwell
and multiple other artists



I'll never forget the day that I was born
Was on a cold and frosty winter's morn'
The doctor said I was a chubby chap
But when the nurse, she took me on her lap
She washed me all over, I remember
And after powder-puffin' me, you see
She laid me in the cradle by the window
In the little shirt my Mother made for me

When I began to crawl it was a sight
I used to frighten Mom from morn' til night
There's no mistake I was a lttle curse
'Cause when my Daddy, he came home from work
Every night he would say, "Where's Little Sam got?"
As down the kitchen, happy as could be
They used to find me scrapin' out the jam pot
In the little shirt my Mother made for me

The first day that I wore my knickerbocks
I felt so funny after wearin' smocks
I looked a little picture, they did say
But when they let me out to run and play
Well, I didn't like the britches I was wearin'
And in the street I took 'em off, you see
I started walkin' home so bold and darin'
In the little shirt my Mother made for me

And then to school they said that I must go
I didn't like my teacher, you must know
And when I played the truant quite so dear
The teacher said, "Now boy, you come here"
With a big stick she beat around upon me
There's no mistake about my pedigree
I had the map of Scotland painted on me
Neath that little shirt my mother made for me

Last year when I was on my holiday
Upon the briny ocean I did gaze
The water looked so nice, I thought I'd go
To have a swim, but, in a minute, oh
All the girls along the beach at me were starin'
And some were takin' pictures, I could see
Was a good thing for me that I was wearin'
The little shirt my Mother made for me

Charlie Green, Play That Slide Trombone
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Jim Croce



I know a fool who blows a horn
He comes from way down South, oh yeah
And you ain't seen some blowin' since you been born
Like when a trombone's to his mouth
He wails and moans, grunts and groans
He can moan just like a cow
And you ain't seen some blowin' since you been born
'Cause he won't show them how

Oh Charlie won't you play that thing
I mean it's my trombone
Make it talk
Make it sing
I mean it's my trombone

If Gabriel knew how you could blow
He'd let you lead his band I know
Oh Charlie won't you play that thing
I mean it's my trombone

Oh Charlie won't you play that thing
I mean it's my trombone
Make it talk
Make it sing
I mean it's my trombone

Now you ain't seen such movin' hips
Like when the trombone do his licks
Charlie Green play that thing
I mean it's my trombone
Oh yeah, I mean it's my trombone

For He's A Jolly Good Fellow
(Traditional)



For he's a jolly good fellow
For he's a jolly good fellow
For he's a jolly good fellow
Which nob'dy can deny
Which nob'dy can deny
Which nob'dy can deny
For he's a jolly good fellow
For he's a jolly good fellow
For he's a jolly good fellow
Which nob'dy can deny

We won't go home until morning
We won't go home until morning
We won't go home until morning
Till day-light doth appear
Till day-light doth appear
Till day-light doth appear
We won't go home until morning
We won't go home until morning
We won't go home until morning
Till day-light doth appear

The bear went over the mountain
The bear went over the mountain
The bear went over the mountain
To see what he could see
To see what he could see
To see what he could see
The bear went over the mountain
The bear went over the mountain
The bear went over the mountain
To see what he could see

The other side of the mountain
The other side of the mountain
The other side of the mountain
Was all that he could see
Was all that he could see
Was all that he could see
The other side of the mountain
The other side of the mountain
The other side of the mountain
Was all that he could see

The Little Old Lady (From Pasadena)
Composer(s): Don Altfeld - Roger Christian
First release by: Jan & Dean - 1964



It's the little old lady from Pasadena 

The little old lady from Pasadena 
(Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go) 
Has a pretty little flower bed of white gardenias 
(Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go) 
But parked in a rickety old garage 
Is a brand new, shiny red Super Stock Dodge 

And everybody's saying that there's nobody meaner 
Than the little old lady from Pasadena 
(She drives real fast and she drives real hard) 
She's the terror of Colorado Boulevard 

It's the little old lady from Pasadena 
If you see her on the street don't try to choose her 
(Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go) 
You might drive a goer but you'll never lose her 
(Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go) 
Well, she's gonna get a ticket now sooner or later 
'Cause she can't keep her foot off the accelerator 

And everybody's saying that there's nobody meaner 
Than the little old lady from Pasadena 
(She drives real fast and she drives real hard) 
She's the terror of Colorado Boulevard 

(Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go) 
(Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go)
The guys come to race her for miles around 
But she'll give 'em a length and then she'll shut 'em down 

And everybody's saying that there's nobody meaner 
Than the little old lady from Pasadena 
(She drives real fast and she drives real hard) 
She's the terror of Colorado Boulevard 

Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go 
Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go 
Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go 
Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go
Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go 
Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go

Charlie Freak
Composer(s): Walter Becker - Donald Fagen
Performer(s): Steely Dan



Charlie freak had but one thing to call his own
Three weight ounce pure golden ring no precious stone
Five nights without a bite
No place to lay his head
And if nobody takes him in
He’ll soon be dead
On the street he spied my face I heard him hail
In our plot of frozen space he told his tale
Poor man, he showed his hand
So righteous was his need
And me so wise I bought his prize
For chicken feed

Newfound cash soon begs to smash a state of mind
Close inspection fast revealed his favorite kind
Poor kid, he overdid
Embraced the spreading haze
And while he sighed his body died
In fifteen ways

When I heard I grabbed a cab to where he lay
’round his arm the plastic tag read d.o.a.
Yes jack, I gave it back
The ring I could not own
Now come my friend I’ll take your hand
And lead you home

Futuros Amantes
English Title: Future Lovers
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque; Gal Costa



Não se afobe, não
Que nada é pra já
O amor não tem pressa
Ele pode esperar em silêncio
Num fundo de armário
Na posta-restante
Milênios, milênios
No ar

E quem sabe, então
O Rio será
Alguma cidade submersa
Os escafandristas virão
Explorar sua casa
Seu quarto, suas coisas
Sua alma, desvãos

Sábios em vão
Tentarão decifrar
O eco de antigas palavras
Fragmentos de cartas, poemas
Mentiras, retratos
Vestígios de estranha civilização

Não se afobe, não
Que nada é pra já
Amores serão sempre amáveis
Futuros amantes, quiçá
Se amarão sem saber
Com o amor que eu um dia
Deixei pra você

Undress Me
((Adapted from: Déshabillez-Moi (Juliette Gréco) - 1967))
Composer(s): Robert Nyel - Gaby Verlor - Paul Francis Buck
Performer(s): Marc Almond - 1996



Undress me
Undress me
But not right away
Not too fast, eh!

Can you crave for me?
Desire me?
Enthral me

Undress me
Undress me
But don't be like the first time
Or go too crazy

First look at the truth
Take time to proceed
Don't be uncouth
Or show your greed
Devour me with your eyes
But be cautious
I'll become ravenous
By and by

Undress me
Deshabillez moi
But not right away
Not too fast, eh!

Can you hypnotise me?
Envelop me?
Capture me

Undress me
Undress me
But with some tact
And be exact
And dextrous

Choose your words with care
Control yourself, be strict
Not too slow nor quick
On my skin
There that's it, I'm trembling
And offer much to your expert touch
Oh, come on!

Undress me
Deshabillez moi
I want it right away
Go faster, it's okay
Can you possess me?
Consume me?
Burn me... up!

Undress me
Undress me
Behave like a lover
And be a lover
Do it!

Undress me
come on, undress me
And you... undress yourself

Charlie Charlie
Composer(s): Pierre Papadiamandis
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell



Tu es mon univers d'enfant
Toi qui l'enchantais si souvent
Charlie
Charlie

Charlie
Toi que j'ai inventé
Tu étais ma complicité
Charlie
Charlie

Tu partageais tous mes chagrins
Ton monde ainsi devenait mien
Charlie
Charlie

Mais quand l'enfance fut passée
Mon adolescence t'a tué
Charlie
Charlie

Car l'amour venait de naître
Si doux, si grand
Mais refusant de supporter
Ta présence imaginaire
De mes jeunes années

J'appartiens au monde des grands
Je suis adulte maintenant
Charlie
Charlie

Je n'ai plus le droit de rêver
De me pencher sur mon passé
Charlie
Charlie

Car l'amour venait de naître
Si doux, si grand
Mais refusant de supporter
Ta présence imaginaire
De mes jeunes années

Tu es mon univers d'enfant
Toi qui l'enchantais si souvent
Charlie
Charlie

Charlie
Toi que j'ai inventé
Tu étais ma complicité
Charlie
Charlie

Mais quand l'enfance fut passée
Mon adolescence t'a tué
Charlie
Charlie

Future Times
Composer(s): Jon Anderson; Steve Howe; 
Chris Squire; Rick Wakeman; Alan White
Performer(s): Yes



In the fountains of the universe (set time in accord)
Sits the boychild Solomon
(Ever turning round and round)
In the cities of the Southern Sky (set points universe)
Dreams he of glory (pulsating round and round)
Future times will stand and clearly see (highest dancing)
Of the course of innocence (Drifting drifting)

See it all
See it all
Till tomorrow
See it all
See it all
Till tomorrow
Future times will stand and clearly smile
Of the course of innocence

Dantalion will ride again (raging forth underland)
The course of evils standing straight (grind to grind)
Hot metal will abound the land (churning out shout)
As the form regards our blazing hand
Future times will stand and clearly see
Of the course of innocence

One the word will enter all our hearts
Two the duel will alter them
Three jewels countenance divine away delight away
four the fight to free the land
Five the islands of Arabia
Six the tears that separate
Six the tears that separate

The Little Man Who Wasn't There
Composer(s): Harold Adamson - Bernie Hanighen
Performer(s): Glenn Miller & Tex Beneke
and multiple other artists



Glenn Miller: 
Hello there, Texas, whatcha say?
Are you whistling in the dark just to scare the ghost away?

Tex Beneke: 
I know there's something following me that I can't see
Someone sure laid an awful hex on me!

Glenn Miller: 
A hex? Ah, Tex, that's pretty far-fetched
Man, I'd say you're just a little bit tetched!

Tex Beneke: 
You'd got a load of what I saw last night
You'd pass the Yankee Clipper on its maiden flight!

Last night I saw upon the stair
A little man who wasn't there
He wasn't there again today
Oh, how I wish he'd go away

When I came home last night at three
The man was waiting there for me
But when I looked around the hall
I couldn't see him there at all

Go away, go away
Don't you come back any more
Go away, go away
And please don't slam the door... (Slam!)

Last night I saw upon the stair
A little man who wasn't there
He wasn't there again today
Oh, how I wish he'd go away

Charlie Brown "A Boy Named Charlie Brown"
Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg



Un petit garçon comme Charlie
À qui jamais rien ne réussit
Ça s'casse la figure
À tous les coins d'la ville
Dieu que la vie est dure
Pour Charlie

Mais ce petit garçon
Qu'est Charlie
Qui n'récolte jamais que des ennuis
Et qui les prend pourtant
Avec philosophie
C'est l'image d'un enfant d'aujourd'hui

Moi-même j'étais comme Charlie
Semblable à Charlie Brown
Je grimpais à la corde de mon cerf-volant
Afin d'mieux voir le firmament
Mais voici que la corde casse et Charlie
Seul dans l'herbe de la prairie
Encore un peu plus triste que tout à l'heure
Retient les larmes de Charlie Brown