Those Oldies But Goodies (Remind Me Of You)
Composer(s): Paul Politti - Nick Curinga
Performer(s): Little Caesar & The Romans; Nino & the Ebb Tides



Those oldies but goodies reminds me of you 
The songs of the past bring back memories of you 
I always remember the first night we met 
The songs they were playing I never will forget 

I always will treasure them so close to my heart 
They always will haunt me although we're apart 
Each time that I hear them a tear's bound to fall 
For I love those memories that I, I-I recall 

Those oldies but goodies reminds me of you 
The songs of the past bring back memories of you 
Forever they will haunt me but what can I do? 

Those oldies but goodies reminds me of... you 
(Oldies but goodies reminds me of you) 

"Yes, dear, they are playin' our songs 
And they will always remain our songs 
And each time you hear them, I hope you, too, will cherish the wonderful memories that our love once knew 
For these songs are just a symbol of the love that I had for you" 

Those oldies but goodies reminds me of you 
The songs of the past bring back memories of you 
Forever they will haunt me but what can I do? 

Those oldies but goodies reminds me of... you 
(Oldies but goodies reminds me of you)

Crumbling Land
Composer(s): David Gilmour; Nick Mason; Roger Waters; Richard Wright
Performer(s): Pink Floyd



In a while I'll find the time to make the sunshine mine
in a smile I saw a single eagle in the sky
wheeling, soaring, gliding high

On a hill there lived a man with many shining things
shiny gold, shiny car and shiny diamond rings
wining, dining, shining king

Now the eagle flies in clear blue skies
drinking in the clear blue well
back here on the ground another dealer coughs and dies
but fifty more come rolling off the floor production line

Then a man appearing like a mirage on the sand
in his hand a moving picture of the crumbling land
screaming, dealing, movie man

Here we go, hold your breath to see if something blows
close your eyes, count till ten and see the sunrise rise
gliding high into the sky

By the holy mansion, let the guardian rise
upon the finger of the king
on high the eagle flies, that glitter all of gold
then wheeling in a cloudy sky, he flies into the sun 

Crumbling Land
Composer(s): David Gilmour; Nick Mason; Roger Waters; Richard Wright
Performer(s): Pink Floyd



In a while I'll find the time to make the sunshine mine
in a smile I saw a single eagle in the sky
wheeling, soaring, gliding high

On a hill there lived a man with many shining things
shiny gold, shiny car and shiny diamond rings
wining, dining, shining king

Now the eagle flies in clear blue skies
drinking in the clear blue well
back here on the ground another dealer coughs and dies
but fifty more come rolling off the floor production line

Then a man appearing like a mirage on the sand
in his hand a moving picture of the crumbling land
screaming, dealing, movie man

Here we go, hold your breath to see if something blows
close your eyes, count till ten and see the sunrise rise
gliding high into the sky

By the holy mansion, let the guardian rise
upon the finger of the king
on high the eagle flies, that glitter all of gold
then wheeling in a cloudy sky, he flies into the sun 

Je Bois À Sa Santé
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday



Eh! Barman
S'il vous plait!
Il est tard
Oui, je le sais
Et elle ne viendra pas
Mais tant pis
Je bois à sa santé

Les filles, je le sais trop
C'est comme les métros
Une autre passera dans ma vie
Je bois à sa santé

Hé, mais soudain
Oui, la voilà
Non, je ne rêve pas
Mais pourquoi sont-elles trois
Bah, tant pis!
Je bois à leur santé

Those Magic Changes
Composer(s): Warren Casey - Jim Jacobs
First release by: Sha-Na-Na - 1978
Covered by multiple other artists



What's that playing on the radio?
Why do I start swaying to and fro?
I have never heard that song before
But if I don't hear it anymore

Still familiar to me sends a thrill right to me
Plus those chords remind me of the night that I first fell in love to
Those magic changes
My heart arranges
A melody that's never the same
A melody thats calling your name
And betcha please come back to me
Please return to me
Don't go away again or make them play again
The music I want to hear at once again
You whisper in my ear oh my darling

I'll be waiting by the radio
You'll come back to me some day I know
Been so long since our last goodbye
But I'm singing as I cry

While the bass is sounding while the drums are punding
Beating of my broken heart will rise to first place in the charts
Oh my heart arranges
Oh those magic changes

Crumblin' Down
Composer(s): G.C. Green - John Mellencamp
Performer(s): John Mellencamp



Some people ain't no damn good
You can't trust 'em
You can't love em
No good deed goes unpunished
And I don't mind being their whipping boy
I've had that pleasure
For years and years
No, no I never was a sinner
Tell me what else can I do
Second best is what you get
'Til you learn to bend the rules
Time respects no person
And when you lift up must fall
They're waiting outside
To claim my crumblin' walls
Saw my picture in the paper
Read the news around my face
And now some people
Don't want to treat me the same
When the walls
Come tumblin' down
When the walls
Come crumblin', crumblin'
When the walls
Come tumblin', tumblin'
Down
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Some people say I'm obnoxious and lazy
That I'm uneducated
And my opinipn means nothin'
But I know I'm a real good dancer
Don't need to look over my shoulder
To see what I'm after
Everybody's got their problems
Ain't no new news here
I'm the same old trouble
You've been having for years
Don't confuse the problem
With the issue, girl
It's perfectly clear
Just a human desire
To have you come near
Want to put my arms around you
Feel your breath in my ear
You can bend me
You can break me
But you better stand clear
When the walls
Come tumblin' down
When the walls
Come crumblin', crumblin'
When the walls
Come tumblin', tumblin'
Crumblin', tumblin'
Down
When the walls
Come (tumblin' down)
When the walls
Come (rumblin', rumblin')
When the walls
(When the walls)
Come tumblin', tumblin'
Down
Want to put my arms around you
Feel your breath in my ear
You can bend me
You can break me
But you better stand clear
When the walls
Come tumblin' down
When the walls
Come crumblin', crumblin'
When the walls
Come tumblin', tumblin'
Crumblin', tumblin'
When the walls
(When the walls)
Come tumblin' down
When the walls
(When the walls)
Come crumblin', crumblin'
When the walls
Come tumblin', tumblin'
Crumblin', tumblin'
When the walls
(When the walls)
Come tumblin' down
When the walls
Come crumblin', crumblin'
When the walls
Come tumblin', tumblin'
Crumblin', tumblin'
Down

Je Bois
English & Italian Titles:
I Drink; Io Bevo
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour; Georges Garvarentz
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour



Je bois pour oublier mes années d'infortune
Et cette vie commune
Avec toi mais si seul
Je bois pour me donner l'illusion que j'existe
Puisque trop égoïste
Pour me péter la gueule

Et je lève mon verre à nos cœurs en faillite
Nos illusions détruites
A ma fuite en avant
Et je trinque à l'enfer qui dans mon foie s'impose
En bouquet de cirrhose
Que j'arrose en buvant

Je bois au jour le jour à tes fautes, à mes fautes
Au temps que côte à côte
Il nous faut vivre encore
Je bois à nos amours ambigus, diaboliques
Souvent tragi-comiques
Nos silences de mort

A nos unions ratées, mesquines et pitoyables
A ton corps insatiable
Roulant de lit en lit
A ce serment, prêté la main sur l'Évangile
A ton ventre stérile
Qui n'eut jamais de fruit

Je bois pour échapper à ma vie insipide
Je bois jusqu'au suicide
Le dégoût la torpeur
Je bois pour m'enivrer et vomir mes principes
Libérant de mes tripes
Ce que j'ai sur le cœur

Au bonheur avorté, à moi, à mes complexes
A toi, tout feu, tout sexe
A tes nombreux amants
A ma peau boursouflée, striée de couperose
Et à la ménopause
Qui te guette au tournant

Je bois au lois bénies de la vie conjugale
Qui de peur de scandale
Poussent à faire semblant
Je bois jusqu'à la lie aux étreintes sommaires
Aux putes exemplaires
Aux froids accouplements

Au meilleur de la vie qui par lambeaux nous quitte
A cette cellulite
Dont ton corps se dépare
Au devoir accompli comme deux automates
Aux ennuis de prostate
Que j'aurais tôt ou tard

Je bois à en crever et peu à peu j'en crève
Comme ont crevé mes rêves
Quand l'amour m'a trahi
Je bois à m'en damner le foie comme une éponge
Car le mal qui me ronge
Est le mal de l'oubli

Je m'enivre surtout pour mieux noyer ma peine
Et conjurer la haine
Dont nous sommes la proie
Et le bois comme un trou qu'est en tout point semblable
A celui que le diable
Te fait creuser pour moi

Je bois mon Dieu, je bois
Un peu par habitude
Beaucoup de solitude
Et pour t'oublier toi
Et pour t'emmerder toi
Je bois, je bois

Those Lazy Hazy Crazy Days Of Summer
Performer(s): Nat King Cole



Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer 
Those days of soda and pretzels and beer 
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer 
Dust off the sun and moon and sing a song of cheer 

Just fill your basket full of sandwiches and weenies 
Then lock the house up, now you're set 
And on the beach you'll see the girls in their bikinis 
As cute as ever but they never get 'em wet 

Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer 
Those days of soda and pretzels and beer 
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer 
You'll wish that summer could always be here 

Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer 
Those days of soda and pretzels and beer 
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer 
Dust off the sun and moon and sing a song of cheer 

Don't hafta tell a girl and fella about a drive-in 
Or some romantic moon it seems 
Right from the moment that those lovers start arrivin' 
You'll see more kissin' in the cars than on the screen 

Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer 
Those days of soda and pretzels and beer 
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer 
You'll wish that summer could always be here 

You'll wish that summer could always be here 
You'll wish that summer could always be here 

Cruising Down The River
Composer(s): Eily Beadell - Nell Tollerton
Performer(s): Russ Morgan
and multiple other artists



Cruising down the river
On a Sunday afternoon
With one you love, the sun above
Waiting for the moon

The old accordian playing
A sentimental tune
Cruising down the river
On a Sunday afternoon

The birds above, all sing of love
A gentle sweet refrain
The winds around, all make a sound
Like softly falling rain ...

Just two of us together
We'll plan our honeymoon
Cruising down the river
On a Sunday afternoon

Je Blijft Me Lief
Performer(s): Conny Vandenbos



Refrein: 
Je blijft me lief men leven lang
Ik laat je vrij, wees maar niet bang
Ik laat je gaan je bent vrij man
Maar komt terug,… zo nu en dan

Ik weet het wel, jij wilt geen al te vaste band
Jij houdt de liefde in de hand
Ik weet het wel jij leeft van dag tot dag, tot dag
Je gaat niet zomaar over stag 

Refrein: 

Ik weet het wel, jij vind dat ik weer spoken zie
Als ik je vraag waar of je was en met wie
Ik weet het wel, ik zie het niet zo erg reëel
Misschien wil ik, wel, veel te veel

refrein 

Ik weet het wel, je bent me lang niet altijd trouw
En toch hou ik alleen van jouw
Ik weet het wel, je hebt het mij al vaak gezegd 
Je bent toch erg, aan, mij, gehecht 

Refrein: 

Je blijft me lief men leven lang
Ik laat je gaan, wees maar niet bang
Ik laat je gaan op jouw advies 
Dan ben ik bang ... dat ik je zo verlies

Those Days Are Over
Composer(s): Andrew B. Sterling - Edward P. Moran - Harry Von Tilzer



Let's take a look in memry's book back to the days of yore 
Back to the school old swimmin' pool wel'll just be kids once more 
Let's wander back where we used to sit and dram 
Down by the old mill stream

Let's climb the hill down by the mill pile on the old bob sled 
Coasting we'll go roll in the snow until our cheeks grow red 
Oh for the days of the olden golden pas 
They were too good to last

Where are the days of long ago? 
Those days are over those days are over all over 
Where is the barefoot bashful beau? the one who wrote "I love you so" 
Oh! Sweet childhood days so dear to you and me 
Sweet wildwood ways are just a memory 
Gee! but it makes me sad some how 
Those days are over over now

Cruisin'
Composer(s): Smokey Robinson - Marvin Tarplin
First release by: Smokey Robinson - 1979
Covered by multiple other artists



Baby let's cruise, away from here 
Don't be confused, the way is clear 
And if you want it you got it forever 
This is not a one night stand, baby, yeah so 

Let the music take your mind, ooh 
Just release and you will find 
You're gonna fly away 
Glad you're goin' my way 
I love it when we're cruisin' together 
The music is played for love 
Cruisin' is made for love 
I love it when we're cruisin' together 

Baby tonight belongs to us 
Everything's right, do what you must 
And inch by inch we get closer and closer 
To every little part of each other ooh baby, yeah So 

Let the music take your mind 
Just release and you will find 
You're gonna fly away 
Glad you're going my way 
I love it when we're cruisin' together 
The music is played for love 
Cruisin' is made for love 
I love it when we're cruisin' together 

Cruise with me baby 
Cruise 

Baby let's cruise 
Let's flow, let's glide 
Ooooh let's open up, and go inside 
And if you want it you got it forever 
I can just stay there inside you 
And love you baby

Let the music, take your mind 
Just release and you will find 
You're gonna fly (away) 
Yeah, I'm glad you're going my way 
I love it, when we're cruisin together 
The music is played for love 
Cruisin' is made for (love) 
I love it, I love it, I love it 
You're gonna fly away 
Yeah, glad you're going my way 
I love it when we're cruisin' together 
(The music is played for love) 
It's love music 
(Cruisin' is made for love) ...

Je Bivouaque Au Pays De Cocagne
Performer(s): Georges Brassens



Une rue sans joie où les sbires
Tout seuls ne s'aventurent pas
Un coupe-gorge et même pire
La venelle où traînaient mes pas!
Mais j'avais mangé du poète
Je marchais un peu sur la tête
Et cett' rue je l'ai traversée
Comm' l'avenue des Champs-Élysées

{Refrain:}
Je bivouaque au
Pays de Co 
cagne depuis
Que j'ai bouté
La vérité
Au fond du puits

Beauté du diable et qui n'inspire
Pas l'envie d'aller en sabbat
Epouvantail et même pire
La fille m'offrant ses appas!
Mais j'avais mangé du poète
Je marchais un peu sur la tête
Et j'ai changé cette petite
En une Vénus Aphrodite

{Refrain}

Quatre anges déchus qui soupirent
Si peu qu'on ne les entend pas
Jamais étreinte ne fut pire
Jamais amour vola si bas!
Mais j'avais mangé du poète
Je marchais un peu sur la tête
Et quittant doucement la terre
Je fus à bon port à Cythère

{Refrain}

Those Good Old Days Back Home
Composer(s): Joe McCarthy - Jimmie Monaco



I left my sweetheart in old New Hampshire, waving to my train
I sort of reckoned that old New Hampshire would never see me again 
I got "kinder" tired of my home town, had a lot of silly dreams 
mighty disappointed looking 'round, this life ain't what it seems

My heart is sighing now for the good old days back home
I'm crying now, I was foolish kid to roam 
you could live around the city years or more
and never get acquainted with the folks next door 
Way back home you rise at dawning, you meet a stranger and he'll say "Good Mornin'" 
I'm longing now for the fields, I used to plow 
I want to see the bumble bees a buzzin' 'round the comb 
(I've been a drone) and in the homestead on the hill, I wonder if they're waiting still 
Oh, my heart is sighing, and I'm just dying for the good old days back home
Maple syrup flowing from the shady maple trees, hear the rooster crowing 
hear the humming of the bees, see the corn a waving in the fields of new mown hay 
that is why I'm craving, why I'm leaving here today

My heart is sighing now for the good old days back home
I'm crying now, I was foolish kid to roam 
you could live around the city years or more 
and never even know the folks that live next door 
Way back home you rise at dawning, you meet a stranger and he'll say "Good Mornin'" 
I'm sighing now for the fields, I used to plow 
I want to see the bumble bees a buzzin' 'round the comb 
(I've been a drone) I want to ride for miles, I'm through with butter cakes and Childs 
Oh, my heart is sighing, and I'm just dying for the good old days back home

Cruisin' (Lucy And Ramona And Sunset Sam)
Composer(s): Michael Nesmith
Performer(s): Michael Nesmith



Lucy and Ramona cruisin' thru the jungles of L.A.
Hopin' to promote a dream somewhere along the way
(They're) Rollin' thru the streets looking for a disco
Passin' up the treats from a kid named Cisco
Trying to make connections
With their blemish-free complexions
And just as fate would have it
They ended up with Sunset Sam

Sam was sellin' watches from a suitcase on a TV tray
And Lucy and Ramona were tryin' to figure out if he was gay
The three of them were standing staring at each other
When the light behind their eyes blew each other's cover
The ancient code was branded
And each of them was handed
A ticket to their kingdom
'Cause they saw their brother Sunset Sam

Lucy and Ramona and Sunset Sam
People on the streets tryin' to find a plan
People on the streets lookin' for the land
Lucy and Ramona and their brother Sunset Sam

Lucy was from Compton and she met Ramona at a zoo
Ramona was from Brooklyn, but she left when she was twenty-two
Sam was a native of the Arizona desert
But he split when he was slated for some governmental make-work
Their differences subsided when the common bond was sighted
They were all from the same place
That made the famous Sunset Sam

Lucy and Ramona and Sunset Sam
People on the streets tryin' to find a plan
People on the streets lookin' for the land
Lucy and Ramona and their brother Sunset Sam

(Yes it is) Lucy and Ramona and Sunset Sam
People on the streets tryin' to find a plan
People on the streets just lookin' for the land
Lucy and Ramona and their brother Sunset Sam

L'École Est Finie
English Title: School's Out
Composer(s): André Salvet;
Jacques Hourdeaux; Claude Carrère
Performer(s): Sheila; Les Poppys



Donne-moi ta main et prends la mienne
La cloche a sonné ça signifie
La rue est à nous que la joie vienne
Mais oui 
Mais oui l'école est finie

Nous irons danser ce soir peut-être
Ou bien chahuter tous entre amis
Rien que d'y penser j'en perds la tête
Mais oui 
Mais oui l'école est finie

Donne-moi ta main et prends la mienne
La cloche a sonné ça signifie
La rue est à nous que la joie vienne
Mais oui 
Mais oui l'école est finie

J'ai bientôt dix-sept ans un cœur tout neuf
Et des yeux d'ange
Toi tu en as dix-huit mais tu en fais dix-neuf
C'est ça la chance

Donne-moi ta main et prends la mienne
La cloche a sonné ça signifie
La rue est à nous que la joie vienne
Mais oui 
Mais oui l'école est finie

Donne-moi ta main et prends la mienne
Nous avons pour nous toute la nuit
On s'amusera quoi qu'il advienne
Mais oui 
Mais oui l'école est finie

Au petit matin devant un crème
Nous pourrons parler de notre vie
Laissons au tableau tous nos problèmes
Mais oui 
Mais oui l'école est finie

Meet Me On The Corner
Composer(s): Rod Clements
First release by: Lindisfarne - 1971



Hey Mr. Dream Seller
Where have you been
Tell me have you dreams I can see
I came along just to bring you a song
Can you spare one dream for me
You won't have met me
So soon you'll forget
So don't mind me tugging at your sleeve
I'm asking you if I could fix a rendezvous
For your dreams are all I believe
Meet me on the corner
When the lights are coming on
And I'll be there
I promise I'll be there
Down the empty streets will disappear
Into the darkness you have dreams enough to spare
Lay down your bundles
Of rag and reminders
And spread your wealth on the ground
Well I got time if you deal them mine
I'm just hanging around
Meet me on the corner
When the lights are coming on
And I'll be there
I promise I'll be there
Down the empty streets will disappear
Into the darkness you have dreams enough to spare
Hey Mr. Dream Seller
Where have you been
Tell me have you dreams I can see
I'm asking you if I could fix a rendezvous
For your dreams are all I believe
Hey Mr. Dream Seller
Where have you been
Tell me have you dreams I can see
I came along just to bring you a song
Can you spare one dream for me

Cruisin'
Composer(s): Billy Connolly
Performer(s): Billy Connolly



I'm cruisin', I'm on a river of blue
I'm cruisin', I'm on a river of blue
I don't know what I'm doin' 
Can't keep my mind off you

I'm cruisin', I'm on a river of green
I'm cruisin', I'm on a river of green
I don't know where I'm goin', don't know where I've been

I'm cruisin', I'm on a river of grey
I'm cruisin', I'm on a river of grey
It doesn't matter what I try, these feelings won't go away

I'm cruisin', I'm on a river of black
I'm cruisin', I'm on a river so black
The only thing I'm sure of, don't think I'll ever be back

Non, Je Ne Veux Pas Faire La Guerre
English Title: No, I Don't Want To Make War
Composer(s): G. Péram; A. Iser
Performer(s): Les Poppys



Non, non, je ne veux pas
Je ne veux pas faire la guerre
Non, non, je ne veux pas 
Je ne veux pas faire la guerre

America, mystère, fantôme, à Cuba, tout est okay
Oh, Calcutta, U.S. go home! 
Je refuse, je vous connais
Et je m’amuse, et ça me plait

Mais j’ai dix ans, mais j’ai dix ans, s’il vous plait

Non, non, je ne veux pas 
Je ne veux pas faire la guerre
Non, non, je ne veux pas 
Je ne veux pas faire la guerre

Bonsoir tristesse, adieu boing! 
Où sont le loup et l’agneau?
Je vous comprends monsieur Yarring, mais la fleur a besoin d’eau
Et je suis un petit idiot

Mais j’ai dix ans, mais j’ai dix ans, mais j’ai dix ans, et c’est beau

Non, non, je ne veux pas 
Je ne veux pas faire la guerre
Non, non, je ne veux pas 
Je ne veux pas faire la guerre

Those Brown Eyes
Composer(s): Woody Guthrie - Alan Arkin - Bob Carey - Erik Darling
Performer(s): The Kingston Trio
and multiple other artists



One evening when the sun was low my brown eyes whispered, "I must go"
Not one second would she wait 
She kissed my cheek and left my gate

Those brown eyes I loved so well 
Those brown eyes I long to see
How I long for those brown eyes 
Strangers they have grown to be

One night I met her on the street 
I tipped my hat but I could not speak
Another man was by her side 
Soon I thought she'd be his bride

Those brown eyes I loved so well 
Those brown eyes I long to see
How I long for those brown eyes 
Strangers they have grown to be

'Twas just a year ago today, they laid my own brown eyes away
Six long years for me she cried 
It was her brother by her side

Those brown eyes I loved so well 
Those brown eyes I long to see
How I long for those brown eyes 
Strangers they have grown to be