Da Doo Ron Ron
((Adapted from: Da Doo Ron Ron (When He Walked Me Home) (The Crystals) - 1963))
((French Version: Da Doo Ron Ron (Frank Alamo) - 1963))
Composer(s): Jeff Barry - Ellie Greenwich - Phil Spector - Juha Vainio
Performer(s): Mona Carita - 1979



Masan oma kotitalo vallattiin
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
Kukkapenkki tullessa jo tallattiin
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron

Kaikki balettiin
niin me alettiin
Syöksy sementtiin
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron

Masan faijan baarikaappi avattiin
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
Pikkubroidi sisältä sen tavattiin
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron

Kaikki balettiin
niin me alettiin
Syöksy sementtiin
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron

Maikun jumpperille Masa antautui
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
Kova mökä komerosta kantautui
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron

Kaikki balettiin
niin me alettiin
Syöksy sementtiin
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron

Emääni mä koetin vähän piristää
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
Stereoita tahto se vain kiristää
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron

Kaikki balettiin
niin me alettiin
Syöksy sementtiin
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron

Masan faija himaan tuli ajallaan
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
Kämppä oli atomeina hajallaan
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron

Anteeks’ anottiin
kaikki sanottiin
“Syöksy jo sementtiin!”
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron

Kaikki balettiin
niin me alettiin
Syöksy sementtiin
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
da doo ron...

Car Jamming
Composer(s): The Clash
Performer(s): The Clash



Tonight they're closing up the world
They're sweeping smoke from cigarettes
But what is that funk multi-national anthem 
Rockin' from a thousand King Kong cassette decks

And then a shyboy from Missouri
Boots blown off in a '60s war
Riding aluminium crutches
Now he knows the welfare kindness
Agent Orange color blindness
As he works from door to door

The violence in the carpets
The arrow of his wife
(In a car jam)
Drives the slum-bum dweller
To grind his hunting knife
(In a car jam)

In homesteads of cigar box
The radios hive like bees
(In a car jam)
The body in the ice box 
has no date for freeze
(In a car jam)

In the car jam

Selling is what selling sells
Well, only saints on the 7th Avenue
Can sell the seven hells

Fannin' out the drug afflicted 
Leperizin' zone
Once inside the executive
He never leaves his home, no

Gorillas drag their victiims
Hyenas try to sue
(In a car jam)
Snakes find grass in concrete
There is no city zoo 
(In a car jam)

By-ventilation units where towers
Where towers meet the streets
(In a car jam)
The ragged stand in bags
Soakin' heat up through their feet

This was the only kindness
It was accidental too

In a car jam
In a car jam

Now shakin' single engined planes
Trafficking stereos from Cuba
Buzzed the holy zealot mass
An' drowned out Missa Luba

An' drowned out Missa Luba
An' drowned out Missa Luba
An' drowned out Missa Luba

I thought I saw Lauren Bacall
I thought I saw Lauren Bacall
(In a car jam)
I swear, hey fellas, hey fellas
Lauren Bacall
(In a car jam)

In a car jam
Yeah, I don't believe it
In a car jam
Ah, yeah positively, absolutely

In a car jam
In a car jam
In a car jam
In a car jam
In a car jam

È Tutto Un Attimo
Composer(s): Franco Ciani - Umberto Smaila - Adelio Cogliati
First release by: Anna Oxa - 1986



Io che scambio l'alba col tramonto
Poi mi sveglio tardi nei motel
Sbadiglio sopra un cappuccino
E pago il conto al mio destino
È tutto un attimo

Io che firmo il nome come viene
Dormo spesso accanto al finestrino
Mi trucco il viso più deciso
E vivo il tempo più vicino
È tutto un attimo

La mia vita è questa qua
E un'altra dentro non ci sta
Questa vita siete voi
Questo cuore immenso che
Solo se ci penso già sento tesa l'anima
La mia vita siete solo voi...
Siete voi... solo voi
Voi... solo voi

Io che scambio amori fino in fondo
Solo nei momenti miei con te
Immaginando anche un bambino
Chiedo il resto al mio destino
È tutto un attimo

La mia vita è questa qua
E un'altra dentro non ci sta
Questa vita siete voi
Questo cuore immenso che
Solo se ci penso già sento tesa l'anima
La mia vita siete solo voi...
Siete voi... solo voi
Voi... solo voi

Io vivo in mezzo a troppi cuori
Io vivo dentro e vivo fuori
È tutto un attimo

Voi... solo voi
Voi... solo voi

Io vivo in mezzo a troppi cuori
io vivo dentro e vivo fuori
È tutto un attimo

La mia vita è questa qua
Che un'altra dentro non ci sta
Questa vita siete voi
Questo cuore immenso che
Solo se ci penso già sento tesa l'anima
La mia vita siete solo voi...
Siete voi... solo voi
Voi... solo voi

Io vivo in mezzo a troppi cuori
io vivo dentro e vivo fuori
È tutto un attimo

Voi... solo voi
Voi... solo voi

The Combine Harvester (Brand New Key)
Composer(s): Melanie Safka - Brendan O'Shaughnessy)
Performer(s): The Wurzels



I drove my tractor
Through yur 'aystack last night (Ooh-arrhh, ooh-arrhh)
I threw me pitchfork at yur dog
To keep quiet (Ooh-arrhh, ooh-arrhh)
Now somethin's tellin' me
That you'm avoidin' me
Come on now, darlin'
You've got somethin' I need

'Cause I got a brand new combine harvester
An' I'll give you the key
Come on now let's get together
In perfect harmony
I got twenty acres
An' you got forty-three
Now I got a brand new combine harvester
An' I'll give you the key

She made I laugh, ha-ha

I'll stick by you
I'll give you all that you need
We'll 'ave twins and triplets
I'm a man built for speed
And you know I'll love you, darlin'
So give me yur hand
But what I want the most
Is all they acres of land

'Cause I got a brand new combine harvester
An' I'll give you the key
Come on now let's get together
In perfect harmony
I got twenty acres
An' you got forty-three
Now I got a brand new combine harvester
An' I'll give you the key

Ooh-aah, she's a lovely bit of stuff an' all

For seven long years
I've been alone in this place
Eat, sleep, in the kitchen
It's a proper disgrace
Now if I cleaned it up
Would you change your mind
I'll give up drinkin' scrumpy
And that lager and lime

'Cause I got a brand new combine harvester
An' I'll give you the key
Come on now let's get together
In perfect harmony
I got twenty acres
An' you got forty-three
Now I got a brand new combine harvester
An' I'll give you the key

Who loves ya, baby, ha

Weren't we a grand couple
At that last wurzel dance
I wore brand new gaters
And me cordouroy pants
In your new Sunday dress
With your perfume smellin' grand
We had our photos took
An' us holdin' hands

Now I got a brand new combine harvester
An' I'll give you the key
Now that we'me both past our fifties
I think that you and me
Should stop this galavanting
And will you marry me
'Cause I got a brand new combine harvester
An' I'll give you the key

Aahh, yu're a fine lookin' woman
and I can't wait to get me 'ands on yur land

Car Hop Song (Burger On A Bun)
Composer(s): William Hanna - Joseph Barbera



Here we come on the run
With a burger on a bun
And a dab of coleslaw on the side
Oh your taste we will tickle
With a great dill pickle
And all of our potatoes are french fried, fried, fried
Our burgers can't be beat
'Cause we grind our own meat
Grind, grind, grind, grind, grind

When you drive away
You'll really hear us say
We bid you bye, bye, bye, bye, bye
We bid you bye, bye, bye, bye, bye!

And as your on your way
A tip upon our tray
We hope to find, find, find, find, find
We hope to find, find, find, find, find

Reprise by Wilma and Betty

Here we come on the run
With a burger on a bun
And a dab of coleslaw on the side
Oh your taste we will tickle
With a cold dill pickle
And all of our potatoes are french fried fried fried
Our burgers can't be beat
Because we grind our own meat
grind grind grind grind grind

If Fred Flinstone and Barney Rubble
Think that they're not in a lot of trouble
They're out of their mind mind mind mind mind
They're out of their mind mind mind mind mind

E Tu Come Stai
Composer(s): Claudio Baglioni
Performer(s): Claudio Baglioni



Ho girato e rigirato senza sapere dove andare
Ed ho cenato a prezzo fisso seduto accanto ad un dolore
Tu come stai? Tu come stai? Tu come stai?
E mi fanno compagnia quaranta amiche... le mie carte
Anche il mio cane si fa forte e abbaia alla malinconia
Tu come stai? Tu come stai? Tu come stai?
Tu come vivi, come ti trovi
Chi viene a prenderti chi ti apre lo sportello
Chi segue ogni tuo passo chi ti telefona
E ti domanda adesso... Tu come stai? Tu come stai?
Tu come stai? Tu come stai?
Ieri ho ritrovato le tue iniziali nel mio cuore
Non ho più voglia di pensare e sono sempre più sbadato
Tu come stai? Tu come stai? Tu come stai?
Tu cosa pensi come cammini
Chi ti ha portato via chi scopre le tue spalle
Chi si stende al tuo fianco chi grida il nome tuo
Chi ti accarezza stanco...
Tu come stai? Tu come stai? Tu come stai?
Tu come stai? Non è cambiato niente no
Il vento non è mai passato tra di noi, tu come stai?
Non è accaduto niente no,
Il tempo non ci ha mai perduto
Come stai? Tu come stai?...

The Colour Of Love
Composer(s): Barry J. Eastmond - Billy Ocean - Jolyon Skinner - Wayne Brathwaite
Performer(s): Billy Ocean



Ooh ooh ooh

If I had to paint a pictures
To show the world how love can really be
I would use the brightest colours
To create a vision of harmony
It would be a reality
'Cause its only what's inside of my heart
You would see I've always loved you right from the very start

Tell me what is the colour of love?
What do you see?
Is it warm is it tender when you thing of me
I see the colour of love when I'm thinking of you
As a picture perfect painting of love forever true

The colours of the rainbow turn grey whenever you're so far away
It changes like the seasons
You're the reason it happens that way
What you see are colours of emotion
Reflecting what I feel deep inside
Now I'd like to take a look at emotions that you hide

Tell me what is the colour of love?
What do you see?
Is it warm is it tender when you thing of me
I see the colour of love when I'm thinking of you
As a picture perfect painting of love forever true

And oh though many may try to keep us apart
Oh the colours that I see in you will shine a light to see us through
No matter what the world will do I'll always love you Ooh ooh ooh

Oh what is the colour of love oh tell me tell me
Oh I wanna know I wanna know - when I'm thinking of you
As a picture perfect paining of love forever true

Car Cette Chanson-Là
Composer(s): Yanni Spanos - Pierre Louki
Performer(s): Esther Ofarim; Jean-Claude Pascal



Le soir quand tout se tait par delà ma fenêtre
il est une chanson qui s'éveille à cent tours
Il est une chanson qui malgré moi pénètre
car cette chanson-là racontait mes amours

Je ne sais plus très bien comment elle commence
je sais qu'on y parlait de roses et de lilas
C'était un peu idiot, c'était un peu romance
Souvent tu répétais tralalala lala

J'entends ta voix encore qui me poursuit sans cesse
Ta bouche s'est enfuie, mais l'heure est toujours là
Qu'importe sa valeur, qu'importent ses faiblesses?
Car cette chanson-là, tu la chantais pour moi

Alors, si par hasard tu passes dans la rue
dis-toi que ta chanson dort chez moi chaque nuit
Tous les matins partis, tous les soirs revenus
tu peux les retrouver si le cœur te le dit

Tu peux les retrouver, mes larmes, mes sourires
Je sais qu'elle parlait de roses et de lilas
Mais toi, qui chantais mal, toi seul pourrais me dire
ce qu'il y avait après tralalala lala

E Tu
Composer(s): Claudio Baglioni / Antonio Coggio)
Performer(s): Claudio Baglioni; Michéal Castaldo; Marco Carta



Accoccolati ad ascoltare il mare
Qanto tempo siamo stati
Senza fiatare...
Seguire il tuo profilo con un dito
Mentre il vento accarezzava piano
Il tuo vestito...
E tu
Fatta di sguardi tu
E di sorrisi ingenui tu
Ed io
A piedi nudi io
Sfioravo i tuoi capelli io
E fermarci a giocare
Con una formica
E poi chiudere gli occhi
Non pensare più
Senti freddo anche tu
Senti freddo anche tu
E nascoste nell'ombra della sera poche stelle
Ed un brivido improvviso
Sulla tua pelle...
Poi correre felici a perdifiato
Fare a gara per vedere
Chi resta indietro...
E tu
In un sospiro tu
In ogni mio pensiero tu
Ed io
Restavo zitto io
Per non sciupare tutto io
E baciarti le labbra
Con un filo d'erba
E scoprirti più bella
Coi capelli in su
E mi piaci di più
E mi piaci di più
Forse sei l'amore
E adesso non ci sei che tu
Soltanto tu e sempre tu
Che stai scoppiando dentro il cuore mio
Ed io che cosa mai farei
Se adesso non ci fossi tu
Ad inventare questo amore...
E per gioco noi siam caduti coi vestiti in mare
Ed un bacio e un altro e un altro ancora
Da non poterti dire
Che tu
Pallida e dolce tu
Eri già tutto quanto tu
Ed io
Non ci credevo io
E ti tenevo stretta io
Coi vestiti inzuppati
Stare li a scherzare
Poi fermarci stupiti
"Io vorrei... cioè..."
Ho bisogno di te
Ho bisogno di te
Dammi un po' d'amore
E adesso non ci sei che tu
Soltanto tu e sempre tu
Che stai scoppiando dentro il cuore mio
Ed io che cosa mai farei
Se adesso non ci fossi tu
Ad inventare questo amore...

Coldest Days Of My Life
Composer(s): Eugene Record - Carl Davis
First release by: Walter Jackson - 1970
Covered by multiple other artists



Hmm...hmm...
Mmm...mmm...

I remember, oh, yeah
The signs of springtime
There were birds, music everywhere
Everywhere

Some of us played, oh, yeah
And some of us cried
Can’t you see, oh, can’t you see
The tears in my eyes

And what I had dreamed of, oh...Lordy (What I had dreamed of)
I thought it was him
10 feet tall, oh...
I was ridin’ so high
With eyes of a child, oh... (Eyes of a child)
Shinin’ so bright, yes, they were

Coldest days of my life
They were the coldest days of my life
I had to run for cover, yeah, yeah, yeah (Had to run for cover, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
The cold-coldest days of my life
I thought there was no other, no, no (Thought there was no other, no, no, no, no)

Lord, take away (Take it) the pain (Take it)
Oh, you know, you know that it was (Take it, take it)
And it couldn’t be (Take it) much worse
Down low, down low
Down the low
Down the low
It just couldn’t be that bad
Ooh...down the low
It just couldn’t be that bad
Ooh...down the low
Oh, down, down
Down the low
Here all alone, yeah
Ooh...down the low
Ooh...down the low
Ooh...down the low
Ooh...down the low

Ooh...ooh...

I remember, ooh, yeah, yeah
The signs of springtime
I’m trying to keep the past behind me
But voices suddenly remind me
That she’s gone

She’s what I had dreamed, oh... (What I had dreamed of)
She’s all that I think of

Coldest days of my life
They were the coldest days of my life
I thought there was no other, no, no (Thought there was no other, no, no, no, no)
The cold-coldest days of my life

I had to run for cover, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Had to run for cover, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
The cold-coldest days of my life
I had to run for cover, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Had to run for cover, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

The coldest days of my life
I thought there was no other, no, no (Thought there was no other, no, no, no, no)
The cold-coldest days of my life
I thought there was no other, no, no (Thought there was no other, no, no, no, no)

The cold-coldest days of my life
I had to run for cover, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Had to run for cover, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Coldest days of my life
Coldest days of my life

Car 67
Composer(s): Paul Phillips - Peter Zorn
Performer(s): Driver 67



(Car 67, car 67, where are you?)
(Come in 67, 67, can you hear me?)

Hey Control, this is 67 here
I can hear you loud and I can hear you clear, yeah
Control, this is 67 here
I can hear you loud and I can hear you clear, yeah

(Good morning 67, good morning
Bit of a late start, isn't it?)

Is there something that you want me to do-ooh, yeah
(Yes, we have a job for you)
You know I'm only here to please you-ooh
(We want you to pick up a young lady at 83 Royal Gardens)

Control have mercy on me
I don't wanna do the pick-up, isn't anybody else free?
Stuck in a jam in a one-way street
Why don't you tell her she'd be quicker if she used her feet, yeah

(You must be joking 67)
(Now, come on I must have a time for the pick-up)

The best that I can do
Is tell you tomorrow, yeah
'Cause if I do the job
It's gonna cause me sorrow-ooh

(Oh, really 67, you're putting me in a bad position)
(This is too bad, too bad)
(I must have a time for the pick-up)
(What's you're problem?)
(What's wrong 67?)

To tell you the truth
I had a bad, bad night
My girl left home
In the middle of a fight

(Sorry about that 67, sorry to hear that)

Controller have mercy on me
I don't wanna do the pick-up at number 83
And the girl of my dreams left me all alone
And at number 83 is where she made her home

(Ah-hah, I see 67, I understand your problem)

Is there something else you want me to do-ooh, yeah
(Yes, you can have another job 67)
You know I'm only here to please you
(Stand by all cars, stand by)
(Time for a pick-up at 83 Royal Gardens)
(First call for 83 Royal Gardens)
(Can somebody give me a time for the pick-up?)
(Stand by 67, we'll have an other job for you shortly)
(Calling all cars, calling all cars)
(Time for a pick-up at 83 Royal Gardens)
(First call to 83 Royal Gardens)
(Somebody give me a time)
(Can you do it car 23?)

E Tu Strafai
((French Version: Tu Exagères (Charles Aznavour))
Composer(s): Calabrese - Charles Aznavour
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour


E tu strafai e in verità
Esattamente mai nessuno saprà
Se è un brutto vizio
Oppure una qualità
Fra l'uno e l'altra si confonde
Cosa vuoi mai, tu vieni e vai
E ti affatichi sempre più che tu puoi
Io sono un figlio e non un uomo per te
La tirannia infondi su di me
E tu strafai ancor di più
Per i pranzetti che mi elabori tu
E ti commuovi se per te mando giù
Pantagrueliche portate
Se dico no per sobrità
Diventi triste, io non insisterò
Sapendo che ne piangeresti sennò
Mangio da capo finché mi strozzerò
E tu strafai, non c'è perché
Nel lucidare tutti i giorni i parquets
Tenendo pronte le pattine per me
Che mi fan perder l'eqiilibrio
A spolverar, a lucidar
Ti dai da far. Se non so dove star
E vado a letto per lasciarti sfogar
Togli i cuscini che sono da cambiar
E tu strafai, che assurdità
Se solo un colpo o due di tosse darò
A letto zitto e buono mi troverò
Con le ventose sulla schiena
Come un buldog sorvegli me
Con il termometro a portata di te
E che lo voglia o no mi fai buttar giù
Quella schifezza che hai preparto tu
E tu strafai, tu strafai
E io non vedo quando la smetterai
Perché è per questo che ti amo
Le tue virtù, la tua allegria
E la freschezza che nascondi per me
Non danno un attimo di noia con te
E se tu esageri, e se tu esageri
È anche vero che piaci a me

Cold Hard Facts Of Life
Composer(s): Bill Anderson
Performer(s): Porter Wagoner; Ferlin Husky; Stonewall Jackson



I got back in town a day before I'd planned to
I smiled and said I'll sure surprise my wife
I don't think I'll phone I'll just head on home
For I didn't know the cold hard facts of life
I passed a little winestore on the corner 
I pictured big champagne by candle light
I stopped the car right then got out and hurried in
My mind not on the cold hard facts of life
A stranger stood there laughing by the counter
He said I'll take two bottles of your best
Her husband's out of town and there's a party
He winkled as if to say you know the rest
I left the store two steps behind the stranger
From there to my house his car stayed in sight
But it wasn't till he turned into my drive that I learned
I was witnessing the cold hard facts of life
I drove around the block till I was dizzy each time the noise came louder from within
And then I saw our bottle there beside me
And I drank a fifth of courage and walked in
Lord you should've seen their frantic faces
They screamed and cried please put away that knife
I guess I'll go to hell or I'll rot here in the cell
But who taught who the cold hard facts of life
Who taught who the cold hard facts of life

Car 54, Where Are You?
Composer(s): Ned Hiken - J. Strauss



There's a hold up in the Bronx
Brooklyn's broken out in fights
There's a traffic jam in Harlem 
That's backed up to Jackson Heights
There's a scout troop short a child 
Kruschev's due at Idlewild 
Car 54, Where Are You?

Frevo Diabo
Composer(s): Chico Buarque; Edú Lobo
Performer(s): Edú Lobo



É bom, é brabo, é o frevo
Diabo no corpo, torto, corpo
Pára mais não
Fogo no rabo de qualquer cristão
Solta o frevo diabo e adeus procissão
Pelo sinal da santa cruz pandemônio
No dia da padroeira
Não tem romeira, tem, são morenas
Não tem novenas, diabo, a gente é feliz
Não tem sermão, tem não, tem orquestra
E cana, e briga, e fogo, e festa
Na matriz

É o barro, o berro na garganta
Olha a ginga da santa
Devagar com o andor
Meu corpo já não sabe o que faz, Satanás
Diz pra parar, que eu já não posso mais
Diz pra parar, faz um pouco mais
Faz o Diabo
Hoje é que eu me acabo, meu irmão
É para pular, não, para parar, para bulinar
Não, para parar, para arrebentar
Frevo diabo
Hoje é que eu me acabo, meu irmão

E Ti Vengo A Cercare
Composer(s): Franco Battiato
First release by: Franco Battiato - 1988
Covered by multiple other artists


E ti vengo a cercare 
Anche solo per vederti o parlare 
Perché ho bisogno della tua presenza 
Per capire meglio la mia essenza. 
Questo sentimento popolare 
Nasce da meccaniche divine 
Un rapimento mistico e sensuale 
Mi imprigiona a te
Dovrei cambiare l'oggetto dei miei desideri 
Non accontentarmi di piccole gioie quotidiane 
Fare come un eremita 
Che rinuncia a sé
E ti vengo a cercare 
Con la scusa di doverti parlare 
Perché mi piace ciò che pensi e che dici 
Perché in te vedo le mie radici. 
Questo secolo oramai alla fine 
Saturo di parassiti senza dignità 
Mi spinge solo ad essere migliore 
Con più volontà
Emanciparmi dall'incubo delle passioni 
Cercare l'Uno al di sopra del Bene e del Male 
Essere un'immagine divina 
Di questa realtà
E ti vengo a cercare 
Perché sto bene con te 
Perché ho bisogno della tua presenza

The Cold Cold Coast Of Greenland
Performer(s): Roger McGuinn



Farewell and adieu love
I'm bound for to sail
To the cold coast of Greenland
To capture the whale
And there'll be no temptation
To tarry there long
For the wind and the snow love
Will sing us their song

It's a hard sea to travel
Through the storm and the gale
And there's no compensation
But to hunt for the whale
With our oilskins and slickers
And our boots to the knee
We will roll and we'll pitch
Through the cold Greenland sea

Oh the prize that we seek love
Is as bold and as fine
As the fastest of steeds
Or the finest of wine
He could easily send us
With the power of his tail
To a watery grave
Ah the great Greenland whale

Farewell and adieu love
I'm bound for to sail
To the cold coast of Greenland
To capture the whale
And there'll be no temptation
To tarry there long
For the wind and the snow love
Will sing us their song 

Capullito De Alelí
Composer(s): Rafael Hernández
Performer(s): Nat King Cole
and multiple other artists



Lindo capullo de alelí
Si tú supieras mi dolor
Correspondieras a mi amor
Y calmaras mi sufrir
Porque tú sabes que sin tí
La vida es nada para mí
Tú bien lo sabes
Capullito de aleli

No hay en el mundo para mí
Otro capullo de alelí
Que yo le brinde mi pasión
Y que le dé mi corazón
Porque tú eres la mujer
A quien he dado mi querer
Y te juré lindo alelí
Fidelidad hasta morir

Por eso yo te canto a tí
Mi capullito de alelí
Dame tu aroma seductor
Y un poquito de tu amor
Porque tú sabes que sin tí
La vida es nada para mí
Tú bien lo sabes 
Capullito de alelí

É Só Me Pedir
Composer(s): Astrud Gilberto
Performer(s): Astrud Gilberto



Eu tenho amor para dar
(eu tenho amor para dar)
E uma casa no mar
(e uma casa no mar)

E qualquer coisa que voce desejar
É só me pedir, é só me pedir
Seja no topo do céu
Ou lá no fundo do mar
É só me pedir, é só me pedir
Que eu vou procurar, que eu vou encontrar

P'ra te fazer feliz, p'ra te fazer feliz
P'ra te fazer feliz, p'ra te fazer feliz

Eu faço seja o que for, seja o que for
P'ra conquistar seu amor
Meu amorzinho me diz
(me diz, me diz)
Como te fazer feliz

E qualquer que voce desejar
É só me pedir, é só me pedir
Seja no norte ou no sul
Seja vermelho ou azul
É só me pedir, é só me pedir
Que eu vou procurar, que eu vou encontrar

Pr'a te fazer feliz, pr'a te fazer feliz
Pr'a te fazer feliz, p'ra te fazer feliz

The Coffee Song (They've Got an Awful Lot of Coffee in Brazil)
Composer(s): Bob Hilliard - Dick Miles
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra
and multiple other artists



(They've Got An Awful Lot Of Coffee Down In Brazil)

Way down among the Brazillians
Coffee beans grow by the billions
So they've got to find those extra cups to fill
They've got an awful lot of coffee in Brazil
You can't get cherry soda
"Cause they've got to sell their quota
And the way things are I guess they never will
They've got a zillion tons of coffee in Brazil
No tea or tomato juice
You'll see no potato juice
"Cause the planters down in Santos all say No! No! No!
A politician's daughter
Was accused of drinking water
And was fineda great big fifty dollar bill
They've got an awful lot of coffee in Brazil