The Munsters
Composer(s): Jack Marshall
First performance: 1964



When you are walking down the street at night
And behind you theres no one in view
But you hear mysterious feet at night
Then The Munsters are following you!

If you should meet this strange family
Just forget what some people have said
The Munsters may shake your hand clammily
But they're not necessarily dead

Behind their house you musn't be afraid
To see a figure digging with a spade!
Perhaps someone didn't quite make the grade
with The Munsters, with The Munsters

If when you're sleeping you dream a lot
Ghoulish nightmares parade through your head
And then you wake up and scream a lot
Oh, The Munsters are under your bed!

At midnight if creatures should prowl about
And if vampires and vultures swoop down
And werewolves and feinds shreik and howl about
Oh, The Munsters are out on the town!

One night I dared peak through their window screen
My hair turned white at such a crazy scene!
Because every evening its Halloween
At The Munsters', at The Munsters'!

Christmas Time Is Here
Composer(s): Vince Guaraldi; Lee Mendelson
First release by: Vince Guaraldi Trio - 1965
Covered by various other artists



Christmas time is here
Happiness and cheer
Fun for all, that children call
Their favorite time of year
Snowflakes in the air
Carols everywhere
Olden times and ancient rhymes
Of love and dreams to share
Sleigh bells in the air
Beauty everywhere
Yuletide by the fireside
And joyful memories there
Christmas time is here
Families drawing near
Oh, that we could always see
Such spirit through the year
Sleigh bells in the air
Beauty everywhere
Yuletide by the fireside
And joyful memories there
Christmas time is here
Families drawing near
Oh, that we could always see
A favorite time of year

Reelin' And Rockin'
French Version: Rock 'N' Road
Composer(s): Chuck Berry
Performer(s): Chuck Berry



Reelin' And Rockin'

Some-times I will, then again I think I won't
Some-times I will, then again I think I won't
Some- times I do, then again I think I don't

Well, I looked at my watch it was nine twenty one
'twas at a rock 'n' roll dance havin' nothin' but fun
We were rollin' reelin' and a-rockin'
We were reelin' and a-rockin' and rollin' till the break of dawn

Well, I looked at my watch, it was nine thirty-two
There's nothin' I'd rather do than dance with you
We were rollin', reelin' and a-rockin'...

Well, I looked at my watch, it was nine forty-three
And every time I'd spin, she'd spin with me
We were reelin', reelin' and a-rockin', ...

Well, I looked at my watch, it was nine fifty-four
I said, "Dance ballerina girl, go, go, go!"
We were rollin, reelin' and a-rockin' ...

Well, I looked at my watch, it was ten o-five,
Man, I didn't know whether I was dead or alive!
But I was rollin', reelin' and a-rockin'....

Well, I looked at my watch, it was ten twenty-six
But I'm a keep on dancin' till I got my kicks!
We were reelin', reelin' and a-rockin'.....

Well, I looked at my watch, it was ten twenty-eight
I gotta get my kicks before it gets too late!
We were reelin', reelin' and a-rockin' ....

Well, I looked at my watch, it was ten twenty-nine
I had to hold her hand, she was still holdin' mine!
We were reelin', reelin' and a-rockin'. ....

Well, I looked at my watch, and to my surprise,
I was dancin' with a woman who was twice my size!
We were reelin', reelin' and a-rockin' .....

Well, I looked at my watch, and it was time to go
The band leader said, "We ain't playin' no mo'!"
We were reelin', reelin', and a-rockin'....

The Mummers' Dance
Composer(s): Loreena McKennitt
Performer(s): Loreena McKennitt
and multiple other artists



When in the springtime of the year
When the trees are crowned with leaves
When the ash and oak, and the birch and yew
Are dressed in ribbons fair

When owls call the breathless moon
In the blue veil of the night
The shadows of the trees appear
Amidst the lantern light

We've been rambling all the night
And some time of this day
Now returning back again
we bring a garland gay

Who will go down to those shady groves
And summon the shadows there
And tie a ribbon on those sheltering arms
In the springtime of the year

The songs of birds seem to fill the wood
That when the fiddler plays
All their voices can be heard
Long past their woodland days

We've been rambling all the night
And some time of this day
Now returning back again
we bring a garland gay

And so they linked their hands and danced
Round in circles and in rows
And so the journey of the night descends
When all the shades are gone

A garland gay we bring you here
And at your door we stand
It is a sprout well budded out
The work of Our Lord's hand

We've been rambling all the night
And some time of this day
Now returning back again
we bring a garland gay

Ballad Of Forty Dollars
Composer(s): Tom T. Hall
First release by: Tom T. Hall - 1968
Covered by multiple other artists



The man who preached the funeral
Said it really was a simple way to die 
He laid down to rest one afternoon
And never opened up his eyes 
They hired me and Fred and Joe
To dig the grave and carry up some chairs 
It took us seven hours
And I guess we must have drunk a case of beer

I guess I ought to go and watch them put 'im down
But I don't own a suit
And anyway when they start talkin' about
The fire in Hell, well, I get spooked
So, I'll just sit here in my truck
And act like I don't know 'im when they pass
Anyway, when they're all through
I've got to go to work and mow the grass

Well, here they come and who's that
Ridin' in that big ol' shiny limousine
Mmh! look at all that chrome, I do believe
That that's the sharpest thing I've seen
That must belong to his great uncle
Someone said he owned a big ol' farm
When they get parked I'll mosey down
and look it over, that won't do no harm

Well, that must be the widow in the car
And would you take a look at that
That sure is a pretty dress
You know some women do look good in black
Well, he's not even in the ground
And they say that his truck is up for sale
They say she took it pretty hard
But you can't tell too much behind the veil

Well, listen ain't that pretty
When the bugler plays the Military "Taps"
I think that when you's in the war
They always (hide 'n) play a song like that
Well, here I am and there they go
And I guess you'd have to call it my bad luck
I hope he rests in peace, the trouble is
The fellow owes me forty bucks

Reefer Man
Composer(s): Andy Razaf; J. Russel Robinson
Performer(s): Cab Calloway;
and various other artists



"Man what's the matter with that cat there?"
"must be full of reefer"
"full of reefer?!"
"yea man"
"you mean that cat's high?!"
"sailing"
"sailing"
"sailing lightly"
"get away from here
Man is that the reefer man?"
"that's the reefer man"
"I believe he's losing his mind"
"I think he's lost his mind!"

Oh have you ever met that funny reefer man reefer man
have you ever met that funny reefer man reefer man
If he said he swam to China, and he sell you South Carolina
then you know your talkin' to that reefer man
Have you ever met funny reefer man reefer man
Have you ever met funny reefer man reefer man
If he said he walks the ocean, any time he takes the notion
then you know your talkin' to reefer man

Have you ever met this funny reefer man reefer man
oh baby baby baby reefer man reefer man
If he trades you dimes for nickles
and calls watermellons pickles
then you know your talkin' to that reefer man
Have you ever met funny reefer man reefer man
Have you ever met funny reefer man reefer man
If he takes a sudden mania
he'll want to give you Pennsylvania
oh you know your talking to the reefer man

Have you ever met funny reefer man reefer man
Have you ever met funny reefer man reefer man
If he said one sweet is funny
because he won't sell me Atlantic
then you know your talkin' to that reefer man

The Muffin Man
Composer(s): Ella Fitzgerald
Performer(s): Ella Fitzgerald



Oh do you know the Muffin Man
The Muffin Man, the Muffin Man
Do you know the Muffin Man
Who dwells in Drury Lane
Oh, yes, I know the Muffin Man
The Muffin Man, the Muffin Man
Yes, I know the Muffin Man
Who dwells in Drury Lane

He's never in a hurry
Never has a worry
Bringin' joy to everyone
Then he knows his work is done
Oh, you should know the Muffin Man
The Muffin Man, the Muffin Man
You should know the Muffin Man
Who dwells in Drury Lane

Christmas Is
Composer(s): Percy Faith - Spence Maxwell
Performer(s): Percy Faith



Christmas is sleigh bells, Christmas is sharing
Christmas is holly, Christmas is caring...

Christmas is children who just can't go to sleep
Christmas is mem'ries, the kind you always keep
Deck the halls and give a cheer
For all the things that Christmas is each year

Christmas, Merry Christmas
When all your wishes come true

Christmas is carols to warm you in the snow
Christmas is bedtime where no one wants to go
All the world is tinsel bright
So glad to know that Christmas is tonight

Christmas, Merry Christmas
When all your wishes come true

Christmas, Merry Christmas
May all your wishes come true

Christmas, Merry Christmas
May all your wishes come true

Christmas is sleigh bells, Christmas is sharing
Christmas is holly, Christmas is caring...

Christmas is holly, Christmas is caring...

Rednecks, White Socks And Blue Ribbon Beer
Composer(s): Chuck Neese;
Bob McDill; Wayland Holyfield
Performer(s): Johnny Russell;
Hit Crew; Hank Thompson



There's no place that I'd rather be than right here
With my red necks, white socks and blue ribbon beer
The bar-maid is mad 'cause some guy made a pass
The juke box is playin' there stands the glass
And the cig-a-rette smoke kind-a hangs in the air
Red-necks, white socks and blue rib-bon beer

A cow-boy is cus-sin' the pin-ball ma-chine
A drunk at the bar is get-tin' nois-y and mean
And, some guy on the phone says i'll be home soon dear
Red-necks white socks and blue rib-bon beer

No we don't fit in with that white col-lar crowd
We're a lit-tle too row-dy and a little too loud
There's no place that I'd rath-er be than right here
With my red-necks white socks and blue rib-bon beer

The sem-is are pass-ing on the high-way out-side
The four thir-ty crowd is a-bout to ar-rive
The sun's go-in' down and we'll all soon be here
Red-necks, white socks and blue rib-bon beer

No we don't fit in with that white col-lar crowd
We're a lit-tle too row-dy and a little too loud
There's no place that I'd rath-er be than right here
With my red-necks white socks and blue rib-bon beer

There's no place that I'd rather be than right here
With my red-necks, white socks and blue rib-bon beer

The Mountains Of Mourne
Composer(s): William Percy French - Dr. W. Houston Collisson
Performer(s): Peter Dawson - 1928
and multiple other artists



Oh, Mary this London's a wonderful sight
With people here workin' by day and by night
They don't sow potatoes, nor barley, nor wheat
But there's gangs of them diggin' for gold in the street
At least when I asked them that's what I was told
So I just took a hand at this diggin' for gold
But for all that I found there I might as well be
Where the Mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea

I believe that when writin' a wish you expressed
As to how the fine ladies in London were dressed
Well, if you'll believe me, when asked to a ball
They don't wear no top to their dresses at all
Oh, I've seen them meself and you could not in truth
Say that if they were bound for a ball or a bath
Don't be startin' them fashions, now Mary McCree
Where the Mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea

I've seen England's King from the top of a bus
And I never knew him, though he means to know us
And though by the Saxon we once were oppressed
Still, I cheered, God forgive me, I cheered with the rest
And now that he's visited Erin's green shore
We'll be much better friends than we've been heretofore
When we've got all we want, we're as quiet as can be
Where the Mountains o' Mourne sweep down to the sea

You remember young Peter O'Loughlin, of course
Well, now here he's over here at the head of the Force
I met him to-day, I was crossin' the Strand
And he stopped the whole street with one wave of his hand
And there we stood talking of days that are gone
While the whole population of London looked on
But for all these great powers, he's wishful like me
To be back where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea

There's beautiful girls here, oh, never you mind
With beautiful shapes nature never designed
And lovely complexions all roses and cream
But let me remark with regard to the same
That if that those roses you venture to sip
The colours might all come away on your lip
So I'll wait for the wild rose that's waitin' for me
In the place where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea

Christine's Tune (aka Devil In Disguise)
Composer(s): Gram Parsons - Chris Hillman
First release by: The Flying Burrito Brothers - 1969
Covered by multiple other artists



She's a devil in disguise
You can see it in her eyes
She's telling dirty lies
She's a devil in disguise
In disguise

Now a woman like that all she does is hate you
She doesn't know what makes a man a man
She'll talk about the time that she's been with you
She'll speak your name to everyone she can

She's a devil in disguise
You can see it in her eyes
She's telling dirty lies
She's a devil in disguise
In disguise

Unhappiness has been her close companion
Her world is full of jealously and doubt
It gets her off to see a person crying
She's just the kind that you can do without

She's a devil in disguise
You can see it in her eyes
She's telling dirty lies
She's a devil in disguise
In disguise

Her number always turns up in your pocket
Whenever you are looking for a dime
It's all right to call her, but I'll bet you
The moon is full and you're just wasting time.

She's a devil in disguise
You can see it in her eyes
She's telling dirty lies
She's a devil in disguise
In disguise

Rednecks
Composer(s): Randy Newman
Performer(s): Randy Newman



Last night I saw Lester Maddox on a TV show
With some smart-ass New York Jew
And the Jew laughed at Lester Maddox
And the audience laughed at Lester Maddox too
Well, he may be a fool but he's our fool
If they think they're better than him they're wrong
So I went to the park and I took some paper along
And that's where I made this song

We talk real funny down here
We drink too much and we laugh too loud
We're too dumb to make it in no Northern town
And we're keepin' the niggers down

We got no-necked oilmen from Texas
And good ol' boys from Tennessee
And colleges men from LSU
Went in dumb - come out dumb too
Hustlin' 'round Atlanta in their alligator shoes
Gettin' drunk every weekend at the barbecues
And they're keepin' the niggers down

Chorus
We're rednecks, rednecks
And we don't know our ass from a hole in the ground
We're rednecks, we're rednecks
And we're keeping the niggers down

Now your northern nigger's a Negro
You see he's got his dignity
Down here we're too ignorant to realize
That the North has set the nigger free

Yes he's free to be put in a cage
In Harlem in New York City
And he's free to be put in a cage in the South-Side of Chicago
And the West-Side
And he's free to be put in a cage in Hough in Cleveland
And he's free to be put in a cage in East St. Louis
And he's free to be put in a cage in Fillmore in San Francisco
And he's free to be put in a cage in Roxbury in Boston
They're gatherin' 'em up from miles around
Keepin' the niggers down

Chorus

The Mountain's High
((French Version: Non Ne Lui Dis Pas (Les Chaussettes Noires) - 1962))
Composer(s): Dick St. John
First release by: Dick and Deedee - 1961



The mountain's high and the valley's so deep
Can't get across to the other side
Don't you give up baby, don't you cry
Don't you give up til I reach the other side
I was lonely baby, I couldn't sleep
The night they tood you from my side
I was a lonely soul until you became my goal
And then I saw the spark of love
And then the stars fell from up above, oh yeah
I know someday we will meet again
But I don't k ow exactly where or when
But baby, if fate has its way
We'll meet again some other day

Christine Sixteen
Composer(s): Gene Simmons
First release by: Kiss - 1977
Covered by multiple other artists



She's got me dizzy, she sees me through to the end
She's got me in her hands and there's no use in pretending
Christine sixteen, Christine sixteen
She drives me crazy, I want to give her all I've got
And she's hot every day and night, there is no doubt about it
Christine sixteen, Christine sixteen
I don't usually say things like this to girls your age
but when I saw you coming out of the school that day
that day I knew, I knew, I've got to have you, I've got to have you
She's' been around, but she's young and clean
I've got to have her, can't live without her, whoo no
Christine sixteen, Christine sixteen
Christine, Christine, sixteen, sixteen
Christine, yeah, yeah
So clean, Christine, sixteen, sixteen
Christine, yeah, Christine, yeah, yeah
Christine, Christine, sixteen, sixteen
Christine, yeah, Christine, yeah, yeah
Christine, Christine, sixteen, sixteen
Christine, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Christine, Christine, sixteen, sixteen
Christine, yeah, yeah, yeah
Christine, Christine, sixteen, sixteen
Christine, yeah, yeah, yeah
Christine, Christine, sixteen, sixteen, Christine, yeah, yeah
Christine, Christine, sixteen, sixteen
Christine, yeah, yeah, yeah  

Redneck Girl
Composer(s): David Bellamy
Performer(s): The Bellamy Brothers



A redneck girl likes to cruise in Daddy's pickup truck
And a redneck girl plays her heart 
when she's down on her luck
Livin' for Friday afternoon
She's gonna show some ole boy that weekend moon

And I pray that someday I will find me a redneck girl
A redneck girl likes to stay out all night long
She makes sweet rock 'n roll while she listens to the
She's waiting for that molent of surrender
Her hands are callous, but her heart is tender

And I pray that someday I will find me a redneck girl
Give me a, give me a, give me a redneck girl
Give me a, give me a, give me a redneck girl

Give me a, give me a, give me a redneck girl
Give me a, give me a, give me a redneck girl
A redneck girl's got her name on the back of her belt
She got a kiss on the lips for her man and nobody else
A coyote's howling out on the prairie
First comes love, then comes marriage

And I pray that someday I will find me a redneck girl
Yeah give me a, give me a, give me a redneck girl
Give me a, give me a, give me a redneck girl
Give me a, give me a, give me a redneck girl

Non Ne Lui Dis Pas
((Adapted from: The Mountain's High (Dick and Deedee) - 1961))
Composer(s): Dick St. John - Ralph Bernet - Danyel Gerard
Performer(s): Les Chaussettes Noires - 1962



Yééééé...
Ne lui dis pas
Qu'il sera tout pour toi
A ces mots là
Tu vois, il n'y croit pas
Non, ne lui dis rien
Prends ma main
Non, ne lui dis rien
C'est très bien
Oublie tes serments
Dans ses bras
C'est comme du printemps
Tu verras
La vie se rit des mots
Quand l'amour frappe au carreau
Quand l'amour, un jour survient
Parler ne sert à rien
Non, ne lui dis pas
Ne lui dis pas
Qu'il sera tout pour toi
A ces mots là
Tu vois, il n'y croit pas
Un garçon viendra
Pour t'enlacer
Et tu le suivras
Il le sait...
Ne lui dis pas
Qu'il sera tout pour toi
A ces mots là
Tu vois, il n'y croit pas...
Ho, ho, ho, ho, hoooo
Ho, ho, ho, ho, hoooo

Christine
Composer(s): Will Ferdy
First release by: Will Ferdy - 1966



Ik heb je weer ontmoet, Christine
Na al die lange dagen
Maar deed het ons wel goed, Christine
Dat wij ons weder zagen

We hebben niets gezegd, Christine
Alleen wat dwaze woorden
Gezocht en onoprecht, Christine
Die er niet bij behoorden

Ik heb je niet herkend, ging dan je fierheid wijken
Je dierf me zelfs niet één moment in het gelaat te kijken
Waar is dat licht nu heen dat eens je blik deed leven
En waarom kan je mond alleen van bitterheid nog beven

Je hebt me niet gemist, Christine
Heb je me voorgelogen
Maar daar ik beter wist, Christine
Heeft mij dat niet bewogen

Ook jij denkt aan die tijd, Christine
Dat wij elkander zochten
Die wondermooie tijd, Christine
Die wij eens kennen mochten

Maar jij hebt steeds verwacht dat ik voor jou zou leven
En daarbij heb je nooit gedacht iets van jezelf te geven
Ik weet je voelt nu spijt en angst is je aan 't kwellen
Omdat je in je eenzaamheid het zonder mij moet stellen

Wij hadden geen geluk, Christine
Want onze liefdesbanden
Ze sprongen schrijnend stuk, Christine
We staan met lege handen

Maar nu is het te laat, Christine
Ik kan niet herbeginnen
Denk niet dat ik je haat, Christine
Maar 'k ben te leeg vanbinnen

Vaarwel, Christine
Vaarwel, Christine
Vaarwel, Christine

Red-Headed Stranger
Composer(s): Edith Lindeman; Carl Stutz
Performer(s): Willie Nelson; 
and various other artists



The red-headed stranger from Blue Rock, Montana
Rode into town one day
And under his knees was a ragin' black stallion
And walkin' behind was a bay
The red-headed stranger had eyes like the thunder
And his lips, they were sad and tight
His little lost love lay asleep on the hillside
And his heart was heavy as night
Don't cross him, don't boss him
He's wild in his sorrow
He's ridin' an' hidin his pain
Don't fight him, don't spite him
Just wait till tomorrow
Maybe he'll ride on again

A yellow-haired lady leaned out of her window
An' watched as he passed her way
She drew back in fear at the sight of the stallion
But cast greedy eyes on the bay
But how could she know that this dancin' bay pony
Meant more to him than life
For this was the horse that his little lost darlin'
Had ridden when she was his wife

Don't cross him, don't boss him
He's wild in his sorrow
He's ridin' an' hidin his pain
Don't fight him, don't spite him
Just wait till tomorrow
Maybe he'll ride on again

The yellow-haired lady came down to the tavern
An' looked up the stranger there
He bought her a drink, an' he gave her some money
He just didn't seem to care
She followed him out as he saddled his stallion
An' laughed as she grabbed at the bay
He shot her so quick, they had no time to warn her
She never heard anyone say

"Don't cross him, don't boss him
"He's wild in his sorrow
"He's ridin' an' hidin his pain
"Don't fight him, don't spite him
"Just wait till tomorrow
"Maybe he'll ride on again"

The yellow-haired lady was buried at sunset
The stranger went free, of course
For you can't hang a man for killin' a woman
Who's tryin' to steal your horse
Tthis is the tale of the red headed stranger
And if he should pass your way
Stay out of the path of the ragin' black stallion
And don't lay a hand on the bay

Don't cross him, don't boss him
He's wild in his sorrow
He's ridin' an' hidin his pain
Don't fight him, don't spite him
Just wait till tomorrow
Maybe he'll ride on again

The Motorcycle Song
Composer(s): Arlo Guthrie
Performer(s): Arlo Guthrie



I don't want a pickle
Just want to ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want a tickle
'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want to die
Just want to ride on my motorcy... cle

It was late last night the other day
I thought I'd go up and see Ray
So l went up and I saw Ray
There was only one thing Ray could say, was

I don't want a pickle
Just want to ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want a tickle
'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want to die
Just want to ride on my motorcy... cle

This song is about the time that I was ridin' my motorcycle
Going down a mountain road, at 150 miles an hour, playin' my guitar 
On one side of the mountain road there was a mountain, and on the other side there was nothin' - there was a cliff in the air

Now, when you're going down a mountain road at 150 miles an hour you gotta be very careful, especially if you're playin' a guitar 
Especially if that guitar is an acoustic guitar
Because if it's an acoustic guitar, the wind pressure is greater on the box side than on the neck side, because there's more guitar on the box side 
I wasn't payin' attention...

Luckily I didn't go into the mountain - I went over the cliff
I was goin' at 150 miles an hour sideways and 500 feet down at the same time

I knew it was the end 
I looked down, I said ''Wow! Some trip" 
I thought it... well I knew it was... 
I knew it was my last trip, and in my last remaining seconds in world, I decided to write one last farewell song to the world

Put a new ink cartridge in my pen 
Took out a piece of paper
I sat back and I thought awhile 
Then I started writin'
I don't want a pickle
Just want to ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want a tickle
'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle

And I don't want to die
Just want to ride on my motorcy... cle"

I knew that, it wasn't the best song l ever wrote, but I didn't have time to change it 
I was comin' down mighty fast

But as you all know, and as fate would have it, I didn't die 
I landed on the top of a police car
And he died 
I drove away on the road that he was on 
I came into town at a screamin' 175 miles an hour, playin' the motorcycle song

I came into town, I jumped off my bike, the bike went around the corner by itself, went up on the stand by itself, turned itself off

I walked over to my friend 
He was standin' there eatin' pickles 
I said "Hi, what's happenin'?" 
He looked at me in the eye and said "Nothin'"

You gotta sing it with that kind of enthusiasm 
Like you just squashed a cop...

I don't want a pickle
Just want to ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want a tickle
'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want to die
Just want to ride on my motorcy... cle

Christiansen
Composer(s): Jacques Datin - Maurice Vidalin
Performer(s): France Gall



Il était venu de son pays de neige
Tout droit vers le Sud, sans presque s'arrêter
Mon Dieu que c'est loin, que c'est loin de la Norvège
La Méditerranée

C'était ses yeux verts, et c'était sa guitare
Qui avaient payé ce voyage de fou
Quand il en jouait, en lui offrait à boire
On lui donnait des sous

Christiansen
Il savait quelques mots de mauvais français
Christiansen
Il savait quelques mots de mauvais anglais
Et pourtant, je comprenais bien
Même quand il ne disait rien
Christiansen

Le jour où j'irai le rejoindre en Norvège
Je reconnaîtrai cette maison d'Oslo
Et ce vieux traîneau qu'il lançait sur la neige
Comme on lance un bateau

Je reconnaîtrai la fameuse Christine
Dont il me parlait pour me faire enrager
Je ne l'aime pas cette jolie cousine
Elle l'a trop aimé

Christiansen
Il dormait sur la plage entre deux rochers
Christiansen
S'il mangeait quelques fois, c'est que j'y pensais
Et pourtant, il était heureux, oui vraiment il était heureux
Christiansen

Il est repartis vers son pays de neige
Et la plage d'or où l'on s'est tant baignés
A le sable gris, des plages de Norvège
Il a tout emporté
Pour me le redonner
Quand je le reverrai