True Blue
Composer(s): Rod Stewart - Ron Wood
Performer(s): Rod Stewart



Never been a millionaire
and I tell you mama I don't care
Never gonna own a race-horse
or a fast back mid-engine Porsche
Don't think I'll own a private jet
on the Stock Exchange I'm no threat
So won't you help me make up my mind
Don't you think I'd better get myself back home

Sitting in the moonlight glow
excuse me if my feelings show
Watching all the trucks roll by
dreaming up an alibi
You see, back home I'm considered the fool
but maybe they're right I don't know
So can't you help make up my mind
Don't you think I'd better get myself back home
Who cares

Daddy says he'll buy me car
to drive just as far as I need
He wants me back at any expense
He's got a lot more money than sense
Funny but now that I'm gone
they all wanna be concerned
Oh please can you make up my mind
Don't you think I'd better get myself back home
Just don't know what to do
Maybe I'll walk, maybe I'll ride, maybe I'll never ever decide

Get out da way
I gotta get on home
I gotta get home as soon as I can

Cerca Di Capire
((Adapted from: I Should Have Known Better (The Beatles) - 1964))
((French Title: La Corde Au Cou (Richard Anthony) - 1964))
Composer(s): John Lennon - Paul McCartney - Don Backy
Performer(s): Dino e I Kings - 1964



Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaai
Cerca di capire
Che ogni giorno, amor
L'ho dedicato
A conquistare te
Solo tee
Solo tee
Solo teeeeee
Uo, uo, uo, uo, uo, uo
Devo confidarti
Che dicendo si
Farai felice questo
Tipo che
Pensa a te
Ama teeeeeeeee
E' troppo grande
Questo mio amor
Non puoi lasciarmi
Solo con mee ee ee ee e
E se per caso
Lo farai a a aiiiii!
Saro' da solo e piangero'
Da da da da dai
Cerca di trovar
Sul fondo del tuo cuor
Un po' d'amor
Per il grande amor
Che per te
Sento ancor
Ssento ancoooooor

Da da da da dai
Cerca di trovar
Sul fondo del tuo cuor
Un po' d'amor
Per il grande amor
Che per te
Sento ancoooooor
Adesso non mi dire
Di no ooo
Ho visto che il sorriso
Tu tu tu tu u u u
L'hai donato a me
Adesso non parlare
Piu' u u uuuuuu!
Io sento gia'
Che piangero'
Che piangero'
Che piangero'
Che piangero'

Eee-0 Eleven
Composer(s): Sammy Cahn - James Van Heusen
Performer(s): Sammy Davis Jr.



One day I'll have me a chauffeur... 
And a block long limousine
Eee-o Eleven
Eee-o Eleven

Someday I'll have me a penthouse
Stacks and stacks of folding green
Eee-o Eleven
Eee-o Eleven

It's all a state of mind
Whether or not you'll fine
That place down there or heaven
In the meantime

Eee-o-Eee-o
Eee-o Eleven
Eee-o Eleven
Eee-o Eleven

Show me a man without a dream
And I'll show you a man that's dead
Real Dead

Once I had me a dream
But that dream got kicked in the head
Dream dead

I nearly had me that chauffeur
And that block long limousine
Eee-o Eleven
Eee-o Eleven

I nearly had me that penthouse
All them stacks of folding green
Eee-o Eleven
Eleven

Some Judge is gonna say
I'm putting you away
For four score years and seven
In the meantime
Eee-o Eleven
Eee-o Eleven

True Blue
Composer(s): John Williamson
Performer(s): John Williamson



Hey True Blue, don't say you've gone
Say you've knocked off for a smoko
And you'll be back later on
Hey True Blue, Hey True Blue 

Give it to me straight
Face to face
Are you really disappearing
Just another dying race
Hey True Blue

True Blue, is it me and you?
Is it Mum and Dad, is it a cockatoo?
Is it standing by your mate
When he's in a fight?
Or just Vegemite
True Blue, I'm asking you...

Hey True Blue, can you bear the load?
Will you tie it up with wire
Just to keep the show on the road?
Hey True Blue, Hey True Blue, now be Fair Dinkum

Is your heart still there?
If they sell us out like sponge cake
Do you really care?
Hey True Blue

True Blue, is it me and you?
Is it Mum and Dad, is it a cockatoo?
Is it standing by your mate
When she's in a fight?
Or just Vegemite
True Blue, I'm asking you... 
True Blue, is it me and you?
Is it Mum and Dad, is it a cockatoo?
Is it standing by your mate
When he's in a fight?
Or just Vegemite
True Blue... True Blue

I Should Care
Composer(s): Sammy Cahn; Axel Stordahl; Paul Weston
First performance/First release by: Bob Allen & the Tommy Dorsey Orch. - 1945/Martha Tilton & Orch. - 1945
Covered by multiple other artists



I guess I should pity me
But I don't because you see
I have loved and I have learned
And as far as I'm concerned

I should care
I should go around weeping
I should care
I should go without sleeping
Strangley enough I sleep well
'Cept for a dream or two
But then I count my sheep well
Funny how sheep can lull you to sleep

I should care
I should let it upset me
I should care
But it just doesn't get me
Maybe I won't find someone 
as lovely as you!
But I should care and I do!

Edouard
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday



Tout le monde les bras en l'air
Ne faites pas d'histoires Edouard
Reste bien les bras en l'air
Derrière ton comptoir Edouard
Le premier qui n'est pas content
N'aura plus jamais mal aux dents

Reste bien les bras en l'air
Ferme ton tiroir Edouard
Car on ne veut rien en faire
Garde tes dollars Edouard
On ne veut pas ton argent
Que personne ne bouge à présent

On va trouver notre affaire
Derrière le comptoir Edouard
Il y a là ce qu'on préfère
Il y a le ricard Edouard
Tous les bras en l'air
Et pas d'histoires
Tu vas nous servir un ricard
Edouard

True
Composer(s): Gary Kemp
Performer(s): Spandau Ballet



So true funny how it seems
always in time, but never in line for dreams
Head over heels when toe to toe
This is the sound of my soul
this is the sound

I bought a ticket to the world
but now I've come back again
Why do I find it hard to write the next line?
Oh I want the truth to be said

Huh huh huh hu-uh huh
I know this much is true
Huh huh huh hu-uh huh
I know this much is true

With a thrill in my head and a pill on my tongue
dissolve the nerves that have just begun
Listening to Marvin (all night long)
This is the sound of my soul
this is the sound

Always slipping from my hands
Sets a time of its own
Take your seaside arms and write the next line
Oh I want the truth to be known

Huh huh huh hu-uh huh
I know this much is true
Huh huh huh hu-uh huh
I know this much is true

I bought a ticket to the world
but now I've come back again
Why do I find it hard to write the next line?
Oh I want the truth to be said

Huh huh huh hu-uh huh
I know this much is true
Huh huh huh hu-uh huh
I know this much is true

This much is true

I know, I know, I know this much is true

I Should Be Sleeping
Composer(s): Lisa Drew; Shaye Smith
Performer(s): Emerson Drive; Hit Crew



I never knew there were such great movies
On TV at 3 a.m.
I never guessed that at midnight Tuesday
I'd could have pizza ordered in
I never been a real night owl
But these days I'm all turned around
There's only one thing I'm sure of right now

I should be sleepin'
Instead of keepin' these late hours I've been keepin'
I've been pacing and retracing
Every step of every move
And even though I'm feelin' so right
I'm so happy still I know
I should be sleepin'
Instead of dreamin' about you

I never knew that I was funny and
I went and made you laugh
Never like a girl to call me honey
But you did and I like that
I keep thinkin' about your smile
Tryin' to read between the lines
Looks like I'll be up for awhile

I should be sleepin'
Instead of keepin' these late hours I've been keepin'
I've been pacing and retracing
Every step of every move
And even though I'm feelin' so right
I'm so happy still I know
I should be sleepin'
Instead of dreamin' about you

How could just three days (just three days)
One great kiss (one great kiss)

It's way too soon (way too soon)
To be obsesssing like this

I should be sleepin'
Instead of keepin' these late hours I've been keepin'
I've been pacing and retracing
Every step of every move
And even though I'm feelin' so right
I'm so happy still I know
I should be sleepin'
Instead of dreamin' about you

Dreamin' about you
I should be sleepin'

Editions Of You
Composer(s): Bryan Ferry
First release by: Roxy Music - 1973
Covered by multiple other artists



Well I´m here looking through an old picture frame
Just waiting for the perfect view
I hope something special will step in to my life
Another fine edition of you
A pin-up done in shades of blue
Sometimes you find a yearning for the quiet life
The country air and all its joys
But badgers couldn’t compensate at twice the price
For just another night with the boys oh yeah
And boys will be boys, will be boys
They say love´s a gamble, hard to win, easy lose
And while sun shines you´d better make hay
So if life is your table and fate is the wheel
Then let the chips fall where they may
In modern times the modern way

And as I was drifting past the Lorelei
I heard those slinky sirens wail - whooo
So look out sailor when you hear them croon
You´ll never been the same again oh no
Their crazy music drives you insane - this way

So love, leave me, do what you will
- who knows what tomorrow might bring?
Learn from your mistakes is my only advice
And stay cool is still the main rule
Don’t play yourself for a fool
Too much cheesecake too soon
Old money´s better than new
No mention in the latest tribune
And don´t let this happen to you

Truckin'
Composer(s): Jerry Garcia - Philip Lesh - Bob Weir - Robert Hunter
First release: Grateful Dead - 1970
Covered by multiple other artists



Truckin' got my chips cashed in 
Keep truckin', like the do-dah man
Together, more or less in line, just keep truckin' on

Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street
Chicago, New York, Detroit and it's all on the same street
Your typical city involved in a typical daydream
Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings

Dallas, got a soft machine 
Houston, too close to New Orleans
New York's got the ways and means 
But just won't let you be, oh no

Most of the cats that you meet on the streets speak of true love
Most of the time they're sittin' and cryin' at home
One of these days they know they better get goin'
Out of the door and down on the streets all alone

Truckin', like the do-dah man once told me "You've got to play your hand"
Sometimes your cards ain't worth a dime, if you don't lay'em down

Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me
Other times I can barely see
Lately it occurs to me 
What a long, strange trip it's been

What in the world ever became of sweet Jane?
She lost her sparkle, you know she isn't the same
Livin' on reds, vitamin C, and cocaine
All a friend can say is "Ain't it a shame?"

Truckin', up to Buffalo 
Been thinkin', you got to mellow slow
Takes time, you pick a place to go, and just keep truckin' on

Sittin' and starin' out of the hotel window
Got a tip they're gonna kick the door in again
I'd like to get some sleep before I travel
But if you got a warrant, I guess you're gonna come in

Busted, down on Bourbon Street, set up, like a bowlin' pin
Knocked down, it get's to wearin' thin 
They just won't let you be, oh no

You're sick of hangin' around and you'd like to travel
Get tired of travelin' and you want to settle down
I guess they can't revoke your soul for tryin'
Get out of the door and light out and look all around

Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me
Other times I can barely see
Lately it occurs to me
What a long, strange trip it's been

Truckin', I'm a goin' home 
Whoa whoa baby, back where I belong
Back home, sit down and patch my bones, and get back truckin' on
Hey now get back truckin' home

I Should Be Dancing
Performer(s): The Emotions



I should be dancing
We should be romancing
I should be dancing
In the moonlight with you

I sit home night after night
Just waiting for your call
But I never get one
I end up just
Tossing in my bed
And staring at the walls
Wondering what I did wrong

You say I'm the only one
If that's true
Tell me, why can't I see you

We go for days and days
Without a word
Tell me, have I blown my single

I should be dancing
We should be romancing
I should be dancing
In the moonlight with you

I should be dancing
Love is enchanting
Let the music
Bring my heart together with you

Saturday night
Seems to be much lonelier than the rest
How much longer
Must I wait
Don't make me wait
I really care for you
But I can't sit here forever, baby
Come to me
Take your place

I should be dancing
We should be romancing
I should be dancing
In the moonlight with you

I should be dancing
Love is enchanting
Let the music
Bring my heart together with you

I should be dancing
We should be romancing
I should be dancing
In the moonlight with you

I should be dancing
Love is enchanting
Let the music
Bring my heart together with you

I should be dancing
We should be romancing
I should be dancing
In the moonlight with you

I should be dancing
Love is enchanting

Édition Spéciale
Composer(s): Francis Cabrel
Performer(s): Francis Cabrel



D'abord y a cette fille
Dans la boîte de verre
Qui dit "Bonne nuit, à demain"
Sur un bout de musique
Des bonshommes à l'envers
Et puis après plus rien
J'étais là à huit heures
Pour les mauvaises nouvelles
Elle m'a laissé tout seul
Avec mes envies d'elle
Derrière son visage
Un paysage de neige
Et puis après plus rien
Après je prends mon pote
Sur la radio locale
Au milieu d'un discours
C'est le temps qu'il espère
Au-dessus de son bocal
S'il arrive à faire jour
Parce qu'il paraît qu'y a le feu
À la moitié de la Terre
Et qu'on attend du mieux
Juste pour les sagittaires
Après un dernier verre
Le souffle des étoiles
Et puis après plus rien
Et puis après plus rien
Et puis après Edition Spéciale, Edition Spéciale
En couleur naturelle
Mes envies d'elle
Et puis après Edition Spéciale, Edition Spéciale
En grandeur nature
Ses yeux sur le mur
Et puis après je cherche
Quelqu'un que je connais
Qui soit encore debout
Faut pas que je me leurre
À l'heure qu'il est
On doit pas être beaucoup
J'ai du mal à dormir
À côté de personne
Et le silence m'attend
Je l'entends qui résonne
"Allez, salut bonsoir !"
Le bruit quand je raccroche
Et puis après plus rien
Et puis après plus rien
Et puis après Edition Spéciale, Edition Spéciale
En grandeur nature
Ses yeux sur le mur
Et puis après Edition Spéciale, Edition Spéciale
En couleur naturelle
Mes envies d'elle
Quand je me lève
La fille dans la boîte de verre
A déjà dit bonjour
Mon pote est reparti
Sur une autre colère
Dans un autre discours
Mais la nuit arrive vite
À ceux qui ont peur d'elle
Y a des choses qu'on évite
Pas facile avec elle
Après-midi tranquille
Après-midi banal
Et puis après...
Et puis après...
Et puis après...
Edition Spéciale, Edition Spéciale

Truckin'
Composer(s): James Griffin - Robb Royer
Performer(s): Bread



Truckin' down the highway
Get outta my way
Always in a hurry
Always in between
That's where you can find me
Truckin' down the highway
Sittin' in the cab of
A ten ton machine

Gettin' pretty tired of stoppin'
In old run down cafes
Some day I'm gonna find me a woman
Rich enough to pay my way

Gonna make some inroads
Drivin' home a payload
Truckin' down the highway
Like you never seen

Gettin' pretty tired of lookin'
In truck stop cabarets
Some day I'm gonna find me a woman
Rich enough to pay my way

Then you're gonna find me
Truckin' down the highway
Sittin' in the back of
A long limousine

Kiss Them For Me
From the film "Kiss Them For Me" (1957)
Composer(s): Lionel Newman; Carroll Coates
Performer(s): The McGuire Sisters



Kiss them, kiss them, kiss them for me

Goodbye my honey though you gotta go now
Least I know now I'm the one whose won
So if the losers need some sympathy
You can kiss them, kiss them for me

It sounds kinda funny but I won't be jealous
When you fellas, find you're far from home
If you need a little femininity
You can kiss them, kiss them for me

There's safety in numbers, so it's quite okay
Kiss the darling day, kiss the blues away
It'd sure be the biggest thrill they'd ever had
But I won't get mad, 'cause I won't be there to see

Make hay while it's sunny so you love me
Oh, please if you're lonely I will understand
And you'll thank my lips for waiting faithfully
When you kiss them, kiss them, kiss them for me
Kiss them for me

Edith And The Kingpin
Composer(s): Joni Mitchell
First release by: Joni Mitchell - 1975
Covered by multiple other artists



The big man arrives
Disco dancers greet him
Plainclothes cops greet him
Big man, small town, fresh lipstick glistening
Sophomore jive
From victims of typewriters
The band sounds like typewriters
The big man he's not listening
His eyes hold Edith
His left hand holds his right
What does that hand desire
That he grips it so tight

Edith in the ring
The passed-over girls are conferring
The man with the diamond ring is purring
All claws for now withdrawn
One by one they bring
His renegade stories to her
His crimes and his glories to her
In challenge they look on
Women he has wanted grow old too soon
He tilts their tired faces
Gently to the spoon

Edith in his bed
A plane in the rain is humming
The wires in the walls are humming
Some song-some mysterious song
Bars in her head
Beating frantic and snowblind
Romantic and snowblind
She says-his crime belongs
Edith and the Kingpin
Each with charm to sway
Are staring eye to eye
They dare not look away
You know they dare not look away

Truckin'
Composer(s): Rube Bloom - Ted Koehler
Performer(s): Billy Cotton & His Band



We had to get something new
A dance to do up here in Harlem
So someone started truckin'
???? as soon as the news got round
Well the folks down town came up to Harlem
And what they see, boy
Everybody was truckin'
It didn't take long before
The highbrows were doin' it
Park Avenue-in' it, all over town
You'll see them shufflin', shufflin'
Truckin' along
Boy, it's spreadin' like a forest blaze
It became a craze, thanks to Harlem nights
Now, everybody's truckin'

I Shot The Sheriff
Composer(s): Bob Marley
First release by: Bob Marley & The Wailers - 1973
Covered by multiple other artists



(I shot the sheriff
But I didn't shoot no deputy, oh no! 
Oh!
I shot the sheriff
But I didn't shoot no deputy 
Ooh, oo-ooh)
All around in my home town
They tryin' to track me down
They say they want to bring me in guilty
For the life of a deputy
For the life of a deputy
But I say, yeah

(I shot the sheriff
But I swear it was in self-defence)
I swear it was in selfdefence, yea-ea-eah!
It was I who shot the sheriff
(And they say it is a) capital offence 
(Oo-ooh)

Sheriff John Brown always hates me
For what, I don't know
Every time I plant a seed
He say, "Kill them before they grow" 
He say, "Kill them before they grow", now
And so, yeah - and so

I shot the sheriff
But I didn't shoot no deputy 
(Oh no! Oh!)
It was I shot the sheriff
But I (didn't shoot no deputy) 
I didn't shoot no deputy 
(Oo-ooh)
No-no-no-no-no!

Freedom came my way one day
And I started out of town, yeah!
Then all of a sudden I saw sheriff John Brown
He was aiming to shoot I down
So I shot, yes, I shot - shot him down and I say, yeah

By-by-by - I shot the sheriff
Love, I didn't shoot no deputy 
(oh, no! Oh!)
It was I shot the sheriff
But I didn't shoot no deputy 
(Oo-ooh)

Reflexes had the better of me
And what is to be must be
Every day the bucket goes to the well
I say, one day the bottom a-go drop out
One day the bottom will drop out

And so - and so, read it!
(I shot the sheriff
But I didn't shoot no deputy 
Oh no, oh!
I shot the sheriff
But I didn't shoot no deputy 
Oo-ooh)

Edge Of Seventeen
Composer(s): Stevie Nicks
First release by: Stevie Nicks - 1981
Covered by multiple other artists



Just like the white winged dove... sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing... whoo... whoo... whoo
Just like the white winged dove... sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing... ooo... baby... ooo... said ooo
And the days go by... like a strand in the wind
In the web that is my own... I begin again
Said to my friend, baby...
Nothin' else mattered
He was no more... than a baby then
Well he... seemed broken hearted... something within him
But the moment... that I first laid...
Eyes... on... him... all alone...
On the edge of... seventeen
Just like the white winged dove... sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing... whoo... whoo... whoo
Just like the white winged dove... sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing... ooo... baby... ooo... said ooo
I went today... maybe I will go again... tomorrow
And the music there it was hauntingly... familiar
And I see you doing... what I try to do for me
With the words from a poet... and the voice from a choir
And a melody... nothing else mattered
Just like the white winged dove... sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing... whoo... whoo... whoo
Just like the white winged dove... sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing... ooo... baby... ooo... said ooo
The clouds... never expect it... when it rains
But the sea changes colours... but the sea...
Does not change
And so... with the slow... graceful flow... of age
I went forth... with an age old... desire... to please
On the edge of... seventeen
Just like the white winged dove... sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing... whoo... whoo... whoo
Just like the white winged dove... sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing... ooo... baby... ooo... said ooo
Well then suddenly... there was no one...left standing
In the hall... yeah, yeah...
In a flood of tears
That no one really ever heard fall at all
Oh I went searchin' for an answer...
Up the stairs... and down the hall
Not to find an answer... just to hear the call
Of a nightbird... singing... come away... come away...
Just like the white winged dove... sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing... whoo... whoo... whoo
Just like the white winged dove... sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing... ooo... baby... ooo... said ooo
Well I hear you in the morning... and I hear you...
At nightfall... sometime to be near you...
Is to be unable... to hear you... my love...
I'm a few years older than you... are (I'm a few years older than you) my love
Just like the white winged dove... sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing... ooo baby... ooo... said ... 

Trucker's Paradise
Composer(s): Jerry I. Allison
Performer(s): Del Reeves



There's a place called Trucker's Paradise just south of San Berdo
And the drivers all stop in there for a laugh and a cup or two
There's a woman waitin' tables and I'll tell you boys, she's nice
They call her the fallen angel at the Trucker's Paradise

She knows about the roads and the overloads
And fillin' out those phoney logs
And the story 'bout the time when a tire caught fire
And burned up a truckload o' hogs
If coffee goes up to a dollar a cup I suppose we'll pay the price
Just to be with the fallen angel at Trucker's Paradise

No need to ask her what her name is, she won't say
But she's better off than most of us in tips and take home pay
She used to be Miss Washington, almost Miss USA
Then a big producer from Hollywood led her astray
It turned out he was married and her heart turned cold as ice
And that's why they call her the fallen angel of Trucker's Paradise

No need to ask her what her name is, she won't say
She's better off than most of us in tips and take home pay
She used to be Miss Washington, almost Miss USA
Then a big producer from Hollywood led her astray
It turned out he was married and her heart turned cold as ice
And that's why they call her the fallen angel of Trucker's Paradise

And that's why they call her the fallen angel of Trucker's Paradise

I Shall Sing
((French Version: À Chacun Sa Chanson (by Joe Dassin))
Composer(s): Van Morrison
First release by: Art Garfunkel - 1973
Covered by multiple other artists



I shall sing, sing my song
Be it right, be it wrong
In the night, in the day
Anyhow, anyway, I shall sing

La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la

With my heart, with my soul
For the young, for the old
When I'm high, when I'm low
When I'm first, when I'm slow, I shall sing

La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la

I shall sing, sing my song
Be it right, be it wrong
In the night, in the day
Anyhow, anyway, I shall sing

La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la