Jamais Plus Je Ne Volerai
(Adapted from: I Will Go Sailing No More - 1995)
Composer(s): Randy Newman; Charlélie Couture
Performer(s): Charlélie Couture - 1995



Sous les étoiles je chante
Au delà des lunes
Dans mon grand vaisseau d’argent
Le rêve s’achève
Je sais bien sur, qui je suis
Et pourquoi je suis là
Mais jamais plus je ne volerai

Non, c’est impossible
Après tout, bien sur
Si je voulais, je pourrais m’envoler
Pourtant jamais plus je ne volerai

(I Want A) Rock And Roll Guitar
Composer(s): J.P. Richardson
Performer(s): Johnny Preston



A ho ho ho......
It was the night before Christmas and everthing was real quiet 
So I thought I'd take myself a little walk at Christmas Eve Night 
I was makin' it on down the street
when to my surprise I saw this little bitty cat with big old tears in his eyes 
Now I could see he was standin' in front of this music store and looked real brought down 
I could hear what he was sayin' 
he didn't know I was around...he say.....

I want a rock an' roll guitar
With a big bass string
I want a rock an' roll guitar
So I can play the thing

I wanna be on t.v.
Like a rock an' roll star
I want Santa Claus to bring me
A rock an' roll guitar

Ha ha ha.....
So-a I walked over to him-a 'cause I understand
I, I thought I'd cheer him up so I say 
"Look-a-here little man
A-you don't want no rock an' roll guitar 
you want a six gun like the Lone Ranger has 
so you can run around sayin'-a hi ho Silver, Kimo sabe, and all that cowboy jazz 
Or how would you like old Santa to bring you a little dump truck 
so you could go around a-dumpin' things".....
And he say, "Man, I don't want no dumptruck 
I want somethin' that swings".....He say.....

I want a rock an' roll guitar
With a big bass string
I want a rock an' roll guitar
So I can play that thing

I wanna be on t.v.
Like a rock an' roll star
I want Santa Claus to bring me
A rock an' roll guitar

Ha, ha, wait a minute there, wait a minute, hold on, hold on I say 
I say, hold on there little fellow 
ah why don't you be like the little chicks and cats 
and wish for a space helmet or a rocketship or something wild like that? 
And you know what he say? 
He say.....
"Look here dad, I don't want no plane or no train or nothin' square like that 
that ain't the lick for me 
When I awake this whole place is gonna shake 
'cause you know what I want under my Christmas tree!"....He say.....

I want a rock an' roll guitar
With a big bass string
I want a rock an' roll guitar
So I can play the thing

I wanna be on t.v.
Like a rock an' roll star
I want Santa Claus to bring me
A rock an' roll guitar

Ho ho ho, crazy little fellow, crazy, yeah, say...

Sailing
Composer(s): Gavin Sutherland
First release by: Sutherland Brothers & Quiver - 1972
Covered by multiple other artists

Titles In Other Languages:
1975 - Ma Musique
1975 - Volando
1998 - Ik Wil Varen



I am sailing, I am sailing home again ´cross the sea
I am sailing stormy waters, to be near you, to be free

I am flying, I am flying like a bird ´cross the sea
I am flying passing high clouds, to be near you, to be free

Can you hear me, can you hear me, thru´ the dark night far away? 
I am dying, forever trying to be with you; who can say? 

Can you hear me, can you hear me, thru´ the dark night far away? 
I am dying, forever trying to be with you; who can say? 

We are sailing, we are sailing ´cross the sea
We are sailing stormy waters, to be near you, to be free

Oh Lord, to be near you, to be free
Oh Lord, to be near you, to be free

I Want A Hippopotamus For Christmas
Composer(s): John Rox
Performer(s): Captain & Tennille;
and various other artists



I want a hippopotamus for Christmas
Only a hippopotamus will do
Don't want a doll
No dinky tinker toy
I want a hippopotamus to play with and enjoy

I want a hippopotamus for Christmas
I don't think Santa Clause will mind, do you?
He won't have to use our dirty chimney flue
Just bring him through the front door
That's the easy thing to do

I can see me now on Christmas morning
Creeping down the stairs
Oh what joy and what surprise
When I open up my eyes
To see a hippo hero standing there

I want a hippopotamus for Christmas
Only a hippopotamus will do
No crocodiles
No rhinoceroses
I only like hippopotamuses
And hippopotamuses like me too

Mom says the hippo would eat me up 
But then teacher says a hippo is a vegetarian

There's lots of room for him in our two car garage
I'd feed him and wash him there 
And give him his massage

I can see me now on Christmas morning
Creeping down the stairs
Oh what joy and what surprise 
When I open up my eyes
To see a hippo hero standing there

I want a hippopotamus for Christmas
Only a hippopotamus will do
No crocodiles
No rhinoceroses
I only like hippopotamuses
And hippopotamuses like me too

Ik Wil Varen
(Adapted from: Sailing - 1972)
Composer(s): Gavin Sutherland; Johan Verminnen
Performer(s): Bart Kaëll - 1998

Titles In Other Languages:
1975 - Ma Musique
1975 - Volando



Ik wil varen, ik wil varen
Wilde stormen, woeste zee
Ik wil varen, ik wil varen
Neem me veilig naar haar mee

Ik wil vliegen, ik wil zweven
Als een vogel, als een meeuw
Ik wil doorgaan, overleven
Zonder angsten of geschreeuw

'k Wil je horen, 'k wil je horen
Nooit meer wil ik eenzaam zijn
Ben je bij me, voor altijd bij me
Ken ik nooit meer angst of pijn

Hoge golven, laat maar komen
Wilde stormen, woeste zee
Hoge golven, laat me dromen
Neem me veilig naar haar mee

Ik wil varen, ik wil varen
Wilde stormen, woeste zee
Ik wil varen, ik wil varen
Neem me veilig naar haar mee

Ik wil varen, ik wil varen
Neem me veilig naar haar mee

I Wanna Be Santa Claus
Composer(s): Richard Starkey; Mark Hudson; Dick Monda
Performer(s): Ringo Starr



I wanna be Santa Claus
I wanna get all the toys
Just like Santa Claus I'd give them away
To all the girls and boys

Then, if I could be Santa Claus
Coming through for everyone
And the gifts that I'd bring could make your heart sing
We'd have so much fun

Santa Claus is someone who comes once a year
But I could be there every day, bringing Christmas cheer

I wanna be Santa Claus
I wanna ride in the sleigh
Then I'd fly through the air
And catch a star tonight for Christmas Day

Santa Claus is someone who comes once a year
But I could be there every day, bringing Christmas cheer

If I could be Santa Claus
I'd make every dream come true
And sign every card exactly the same
With love from me to you, ooh

(I wanna be, I wanna be Santa Claus)
I wanna be Santa Claus
(I wanna be, I wanna be Santa Claus)
I wanna be Santa Claus
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
(I wanna be Santa Claus)
I wanna be Santa Claus

Merry Christmas everybody
Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!

Volando
(Adapted from: Sailing - 1972)
Composer(s): Gavin Sutherland; Alessandro Colombini
Performer(s): I Dik Dik - 1975

Titles In Other Languages:
1975 - Ma Musique
1998 - Ik Wil Varen



Navigando, navigando, sto volando via di
qua verso un mondo, colorato, verso nuo ve realta` 
Che succede, che succede, l'o
rizzonte non c'e` piu`, nella mente tra
sparente sei rimasta solo tu 
Sono bianche le pareti, il tuo viso su di me 
naufragare in un sorriso inventato insieme a te 
Le tue mani, le tue mani innocenti
su di me, come e` calda la tua pelle, sto tremando piu` di te
Le tue mani, le tue mani innocenti su di me 
come e` calda la tua pelle, sto tre mando piu` di te 
Sto tremando piu` di te... 
Oh sto tremando piu` di te... 
Oh sto tremando piu` di te...

Pablo De Paja
Composer(s): Fernando Ubiergo
Performer(s): Fernando Ubiergo


Ella sonríe dorada de sol
Arena blanca y olas de cartón
Tiene mirada de "cómprame dos"
y entre sus manos un sueño de latón

Tras la autopista y desde un trigal
Pablo la mira, la quiere alcanzar
Enamorado, tan flaco que está
Bajo su abrigo el viento soplará

... Y lloverá, los autos pasarán
Después una mirada atraviesa la humedad
Y en el camino quedan dos
Dándose besos de vapor
Como fantasmas en la oscuridad
Sintiendo amor
Pablo de paja, niña de lata
En la carretera treinta y dos

Todo era hermoso hasta que un camión
Trajo un letrero de aceite super oil
Y la muñeca del "cómprame dos"
Sacrificada en trocitos de cartón

Tras la autopista y desde el trigal
Pablo la mira, no la puede ayudar
Desesperado la quiere alcanzar
Espantapájaros, se queda en su lugar

... Y llorará, los pájaros vendrán
Después un viento bueno
Su sombrero hará volar
Y en el camino eran dos
Dándose besos de vapor
Como fantasmas en la oscuridad
Sintiendo amor
Pablo de paja, niña de lata
En la carretera treinta y dos

Sailing
Composer(s): Christopher Cross
First release by: Christopher Cross - 1980
Covered by multiple other artists



Well, it's not far down to paradise, at least it's not for me
And if the wind is right you can sail away and find tranquility
Oh, the canvas can do miracles, just you wait and see
Believe me

It's not far to never-never land, no reason to pretend
And if the wind is right you can find the joy of innocence again
Oh, the canvas can do miracles, just you wait and see
Believe me

Sailing takes me away to where I've always heard it could be
Just a dream and the wind to carry me
And soon I will be free

Fantasy, it gets the best of me
When I'm sailing
All caught up in the reverie, every word is a symphony
Won't you believe me?

Sailing takes me away to where I've always heard it could be
Just a dream and the wind to carry me
And soon I will be free

Well it's not far back to sanity, at least it's not for me
And if the wind is right you can sail away and find serenity
Oh, the canvas can do miracles, just you wait and see
Believe me

Sailing takes me away to where I've always heard it could be
Just a dream and the wind to carry me
And soon I will be free

Pa' Trabajar
Composer(s): Fito Páez
Performer(s): Juan Carlos Baglietto


El alma hace al cuerpo 
El cuerpo al hombre 
La lengua a sus palabras 
Y así arruinamos todo de un principio 
Sin querer decirnos nada 
Jugamos a agitar las multitudes 
En las plazas y en los barrios 
Habrá que afiliarse a algún partido 
Como comprar ciertos diarios 
Si bien debemos empezar de nuevo 
Aprendamos del pasado ...
El lobo siempre se come al cordero 
Si éste se queda sentado 
El hombre es el espejo de sus actos 
No importa, las lágrimas húmedas se secarán 
Tejiendo en el mañana una sonrisa 
Que ayude pa' trabajar 
Que ayude pa' trabajar
Hoy somos como un árbol en invierno 
Desprovisto de hojas verdes 
Hoy somos el futuro acumulado 
En la verede de enfrente
Hoy somos el fruto de la cosecha
La semilla adolecente 
Tenemos una casa tan, tan grande 
Y cada uno en su kiosco
A ver si un día de estos la miramos 
Para ver si no es de otro 
A ver si un día de estos la miramos 
Nos veremos a nosotros 
El hombre es espejo ...

Sailin' Shoes
Composer(s): Lowell George
First release by: Little Feat - 1972
Covered by multiple other artists



There's a lady in a turban
In a cocaine tree
And she does a dance so rhythmically
There's a crying and a singing
Wouldn't have any time
But don't that cocaine tree look fine

But you gotta put on your sailin' shoes
Put on your sailin' shoes
Everyone will start to cheer
When you put on your sailin' shoes

Girl doctor doctor
I feel so bad
This is the worst day I've ever had
Said happiness and misery
Misery very long time
Coz if you if I lay you on the line

But you gotta put on your sailin' shoes
Put on your sailin' shoes
Everyone will hip hooray
When you put on your sailin' shoes

Jedidah
He's got a dime
says he catches more fish every time
Well I've gotta line
If you've got a pole
Well I'll meet you at the fishing hole

But you gotta put on your sailin' shoes
Put on your sailin' shoes
Everyone will start to cheer
When you put on your sailin' shoes

Said, everyone put on
Put on your sailin' shoes

Pa' Todo El Año
Composer(s): José Alfredo Jiménez
Performer(s): José Alfredo Jiménez;
and various other artists


Por tu amor que tanto quiero
Y tanto extraño
Que me sirvan otra copa y muchas mas
Que me sirvan de una vez pa' todo el año
Que me pienso seriamente enborrachar

Si te cuentan que vieron muy borracho
Orgullosamente diles que es por ti
Porque yo tendre el valor de no negarlo
Gritare que por tu amor me estoy matando
Y sabran que por tus besos me perdi

Para de hoy en adelante
Ya el amor no me interesa
Cantare por todo el mundo
Mi dolor y mi tristeza

Porque se que de este golpe
Ya no voy a levantarme
Y aunque yo no lo quisiera
Voy a morirme de amor ...

Porque yo tendre el valor de no negarlo ...

Sailin' Home
Composer(s): Nockovic; Parfitt; Tucakovic
Performer(s): Demis Roussos



Sailin' home across the ocean
Sailin' home, we're goin' to be free
Down below the crew's in motion
To defy the violence of the sea
Feelin' young, feelin' strong
At the height of the fight
So nothin' can go wrong
We know we always wanna be fightin' the sea

The giant waves are rollin' higher
It's gonna be a cold and rainy night
The hands on deck are raw and tired
Prayin' for a sign of distant light
Feelin' young and feelin' strong
And the might of the night
Is pounding dark and long
We know we always wanna be fightin' the sea

But there's the light and there's the fire
The harbour quay shines dimly on the shore
We can see the steeple's spire
And now we know we won the fight once more
Feelin' young and feelin' strong
And tonight came out right
Tomorrow could be wrong
We know we always wanna be fightin' the sea

So young, so strong, so hard and long
Feeling young and feeling strong
And tonight came out right
But tomorrow could be wrong
We know we always wanna be fightin' the sea
(Sailing home across the ocean)
(Sailing home, going to be free) Going to be free
(So young, so hard, so hard ...)

På Söndag
English Title: On Sunday
Composer(s): Stig Olin
Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog & Christian
(with Michael B. Tretow)


Det glada som hänt
Den lycka vi känt
Beror på att ``söcken''
Till helgdag blir vänt!
På söndag, på söndag, på söndag!

Oh, vi går genom staden
Av blommor och sten
Och tar promenaden
Igenom allén
Sen åker vi väl
I en karusell
Vi önskar det aldrig den dagen blev kväll!
Oh, vi önskar, vi önskar vareviga dag
Var söndag, var söndag, var söndag

En ballong! (Det har vi inte råd med)
En ballong! (Nej jag har inga pengar)
Låt'en få en ballong, en enda gång!
Oh, vareviga da'
Vi ville det va'
På söndag, på söndag, på söndag

Jag viskar ett ord
Och middan är gjord
På värdshuset väntar
Bord, duka dig bord!
På söndag, på söndag, på söndag!

Oh, så blir det assietter
Och vin i karaff
Sallad och kotletter
Och Biff à la Paff
Men på Gröna Lund
Vi går om en stund
Och sedan berättar jag allt för John Blund
Oh, vi önskar, vi önskar vareviga dag
Var söndag, var söndag, var söndag

Mera glass! (Nej nu får det vara nog)
Mera glass! (Du får ont i magen då)
Låt'en få mera glass i stora lass!
Oh, vareviga da'
Vi ville det va'
På söndag, på söndag, på söndag

På söndag, på söndag, på söndag ...

Sail On White Moon
Composer(s): Johnny Bristol
Performer(s): Boz Scaggs



Your world was not the kind
I ever thought I’d find
Myself to be a part of
Oh, but here I stand
In the middle of a foreign land
A stranger with love in his heart

Mmmmm, for love has no eyes
It comes in no disguise
It’s free for those who want to share

And I’ve chosen you to be mine
So girl let’s not waste no time
Let’s not worry ‘bout what they say
Let’s take care of what is ours today

Sail on white moon
Across the dark and starry sky
Sail on white moon
Our love won’t die

But girl you must realize
There be a difference in our lives
We’re gonna be rejected
Oh, but that’s to be expected

Sail on white moon
Across the dark and starry sky
Sail on white moon
Across the dark and starry sky

P.Y.T. (Pretty Young Thing)
Composer(s): James Ingram; Quincy Jones
Performer(s): Michael Jackson;
Mark Arneson; Jay-Kid


Where did you come from lady
And ooh won't you take me there
Right away won't you baby
Tenderoni you've got to be
Spark my nature
Sugar fly with me

Don't you know now
Is the perfect time
We can make it right
Hit the city lights
Then tonight ease the lovin' pain
Let me take you to the max

I wanna love you (P.Y.T.)
Pretty young thing
You need some lovin' (T.L.C.)
And I'll take you there

I wanna love you (P.Y.T.)
Pretty young thing
You need some lovin' (T.L.C.)
Tender lovin' care
I'll take you there

Anywhere you wanna go

Nothin' can stop this burnin'
Desire to be with you
Gotta get to you baby
Won't you come, it's emergency
Cool my fire yearnin'
Honey, come set me free

Don't you know now is the perfect time
We can dim the lights
Just to make it right
In the night
Hit the lovin' spot
I'll give you all I've got

I wanna love you (P.Y.T.)
Pretty young thing
You need some lovin' (T.L.C.)
Tender lovin' care
And I'll take you there

I wanna love you (P.Y.T.)
Pretty young thing
You need some lovin' (T.L.C.)
Tender lovin' care
I'll take you there

I wanna love you (P.Y.T.)
Pretty young thing
You need some lovin' (T.L.C.)
Tender lovin' care
I'll take you there

Pretty young things, repeat after me
(Michael) I said na na na
(P.Y.T.'S) na na na
(Michael) I said na na na na
(P.Y.T.'s) na na na na
(Michael) I said na na na
(P.Y.T.'s) na na na
(Michael) na na na na na
(P.Y.T.'s) na na na na na
(Michael) I wanna take you there

Sail On Sailor
Composer(s): Tandyn Almer; Ray Kennedy; Van Dyke Parks; Jack Rieley; Brian Wilson
Performer(s): The Beach Boys
and multiple other artists



I sailed an ocean, unsettled ocean
Through restful waters and deep commotion
Often frightened, unenlightened
Sail on, sail on sailor 

I wrest the waters, fight Neptune's waters
Sail through the sorrows of life's marauders
Unrepenting, often empty
Sail on, sail on sailor 

Caught like a sewer rat alone but I sail
Bought like a crust of bread, but oh do I wail 

Seldom stumble, never crumble
Try to tumble, life's a rumble
Feel the stinging I've been given
Never ending, unrelenting
Heartbreak searing, always fearing
Never caring, persevering
Sail on, sail on, sailor 

I work the seaways, the gale-swept seaways
Past shipwrecked daughters of wicked waters
Uninspired, drenched and tired
Wail on, wail on, sailor 

Always needing, even bleeding
Never feeding all my feelings
Damn the thunder, must I blunder
There's no wonder all I'm under
Stop the crying and the lying
And the sighing and my dying 

Sail on, sail on sailor
Sail on, sail on sailor
Sail on, sail on sailor
Sail on, sail on sailor
Sail on, sail on sailor
Sail on, sail on sailor
Sail on, sail on sailor

P ... De Toi
Composer(s): Jean Bertola
Performer(s): Georges Brassens


En ce temps-là, je vivais dans la lune
Les bonheurs d'ici-bas
m'étaient tous défendus
Je semais des violettes et chantais pour des prunes
Et tendais la patte aux chats perdus

Ah ah ah ah putain de toi
Ah ah ah ah ah ah pauvre de moi

Un soir de pluie v'là qu'on gratte à ma porte
Je m'empresse d'ouvrir, sans doute un nouveau chat
Nom de dieu l'beau félin que l'orage m'apporte
C'était toi, c'était toi, c'était toi

Les yeux fendus et couleur pistache
T'as posé sur mon cœur ta patte de velours
Fort heureus'ment pour moi t'avais pas de moustache
Et ta vertu ne pesait pas trop lourd

Au quatre coins de ma vie de bohème
T'as prom'né, t'as prom'né le feu de tes vingt ans
Et pour moi, pour mes chats, pour mes fleurs, mes poèmes
C'était toi la pluie et le beau temps

Mais le temps passe et fauche à l'aveuglette
Notre amour mûrissait à peine que déjà
Tu brûlais mes chansons, crachais sur mes viollettes
Et faisais des misères à mes chats

Le comble enfin, misérable salope
Comme il n'restait plus rien dans le garde-manger
T'as couru sans vergogne, et pour une escalope
Te jeter dans le lit du boucher

C'était fini, t'avais passé les bornes
Et, r'nonçant aux amours frivoles d'ici-bas
J'suis r'monté dans la lune en emportant mes cornes
Mes chansons, et mes fleurs, et mes chats

Sail On
Composer(s): Lionel Richie
First release by: The Commodores - 1979
Covered by multiple other artists



Sail on down the line
'Bout a half a mile or so
And a don't really wanna know a
Where you're goin'
Maybe once or twice you see
Time after time I tried-a to
To hold on to what we got
But a now you're goin'
And I don't mind
About the things you're gonna say Lord
I gave all my money, and my time
I know it's a shame
But I'm givin you back your name
Yeah, yeah
Yes I'll be on my way
I won't be back to stay
I guess I'll move along
I'm lookin' for a good time
Sail on down the line
Ain't it funny how time can gon on-a
friends say they told me so
But it doesn't matter
It was plain to see that a small town boy like me
Just-a wasn't your cup of tea
It was wishful thinkin'
I gave you my heart and I tried to make you happy
And you gave me nothin' in return
You know, it ain't so hard to say
Would you please just go away
Yeah, yeah
I've thrown away the blue
I'm tired of being used
I want everyone to know
I'm lookin' for a good time
Good time, yeah.
Sail on down the line
Ain't it funny how time can gon on-a
friends say they told me so
But it doesn't matter
It was plain to see that a small town boy like me
Just-a wasn't your cup of tea
It was wishful thinkin'
I gave you my heart and I tried to make you happy
And you gave me nothin' in return
You know, it ain't so hard to say
Would you please just go away
Yeah, yeah
Got nothin' else to lose
I'm tired of being used
I want everyone to know
I'm lookin' for a good time
Good time, yeah
Whoa oh
Sail on, honey
Good times never felt so good
Sail on sugar
Good times never felt so good
Sail on

I Took My Harp To A Party
Composer(s): Noel Gay; Desmond Carter
Performer(s): Gracie Fields; Billy Cotton



Christmas is coming, Christmas is coming
Christmas is coming again
But that never thrills me, the thought of it chills me
I tell you it fills me with pain
It makes me remember a Christmas gone by
When I was extremely upset
A night in December, an evening that I
Would very much rather forget

For I took me harp to a party
But nobody asked me to play
The others were jolly and hearty
But I wasn't feeling so gay
They might have said, "Play us a tune we can sing"
But somehow I don't think they noticed the thing
I took me harp to a party
But nobody asked me to play
So... I took the darned thing away!

They asked Mrs. Morgan to play her mouth-organ
And somebody else did a dance
They Let Mrs. Carter perform a sonata
But I wasn't given a chance
A north country person called Sandy McPherson
Played bagpipes and took off his coat
While both the Miss Fawcetts bust out of their corsets
In trying to take a top note

But I took me harp to a party
Nobody asked me to play
The others were jolly and hearty
But I wasn't feeling so gay
I felt so ashamed at not striking a note
That I tried to hide the thing under me coat
I took me harp to a party
But nobody asked me to play
So... I took the darned thing away!

They sang "Home Sweet Home" and "The Banks of Loch Lomond"
And "All the King's Horses" and "Trees"
While nephews and nieces kept playing their pieces
And spreading their jam on the keys
A daughter called Lena, played her concertina
We all played ridiculous games
'Til old Mr. Dwyer, set his whiskers on fire
And a fire engine played on the flames

But I took me harp to a party
But nobody asked me to play
So... I took the darned thing away!