The Queen Of Hearts
((Swedish Version: När Du Tar Mej I Din Famn (Agnetha Fältskog))
Composer(s): Agnetha Fältskog - Ingela Forsman
Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog



So you're losing tonight
Nothing seems to go right
You keep playing the wrong cards, don't you
Someone's throwing the dice
And you need some advice
So you listen to me now, won't you
You don't know what's at stake
That your heart's gonna break
If you don't watch yourself tonight
The Queen of Hearts is back in town
Still wears the crown
She does not intend to abdicate
She'll be playing it cool
She'll make you feel like a fool
And you will never know if she will play it straight
The Queen of Hearts is back again
And it's you she wants my friend
You'll see how well she knows her game
You're a loser from the very start
Because she deals for your heart
For as long as you know
You've been running the show
Always played at the winning table
Now you know you should leave
There's no ace up your sleeve
But you feel that you are unable
And you know what's at stake
That your heart's gonna break
If you don't watch yourself tonight
The Queen of Hearts is back in town
Still wears the crown
She does not intend to abdicate
She'll be playing it cool
She'll make you feel like a fool
And you will never know if she will play it straight
The Queen of Hearts is back again
And it's you she wants my friend
You'll see how well she knows her game
You're a loser from the very start
Because she deals for your heart

Citizen Kane
Composer(s): Skip Battin - Kim Fowley
Performer(s): The Byrds; The Flying Burrito Brothers



Fat ugly fat man swam
In a red tire made of stone
A painted lady paddled next to him
With two poodles on her lap
Garbo quietly picked a flower
While the chauffeur won his check again
And Barrymore took a noon day nap
And diamonds fell like rain
Cisco Kid and a bald headed waitress
Trapped 'neath a bed of brass
The french cook served them chocolates
And some cold cuts on the grass
Louilla ripped her zebra pants 
In the polo lounge
And Errol Flynn was not let in 
Cause he was coming down

Up in Xanadu diamonds fell like rain
Citizen Kane was king poor Citizen Kane

Valentino suddenly appeared 
In his midnight blue tuxedo
Had a falcon on his shoulder 
Eating chicken from his hands
And Fatty Arbuckle waddled by
On way to the bath house green
Frankenstein ate the leading lady
And licked the carcass clean

Up in Xanadu diamonds fell like rain
Citizen Kane was king poor Citizen Kane

G.I. Blues
From the film "G.I. Blues"
Composer(s): Sid Tepper; Roy C. Bennett
Performer(s): Elvis Presley; HellBillys


They give us a room with a view
of the beautiful Rhine
They give us a room with a view of the beautiful Rhine
Gimme a muddy old creek in Texas any old time

I've got those hup, two, three, four occupation G.I. Blues
From my G.I. hair to the heels of my G.I. shoes
And if I don't go stateside soon I'm gonna blow my fuse

We get hasenpfeffer and black pumpernickel for chow
We get hasenpfeffer and black pumpernickel for chow
I'd blow my next month's pay for a slice of Texas cow

We'd like to be heroes, but all we do here is march
We'd like to be heroes, but all we do here is march
And they don't give the Purple Heart for a fallen arch

I've got those hup, two, three, four occupation G.I. Blues
From my G.I. hair to the heels of my G.I. shoes
And if I don't go stateside soon I'm gonna blow my fuse

The frauleins are pretty as flowers, but we can't make a pass
The frauleins are pretty as flowers, but we can't make a pass
'Cause there's always a sign saying: "Keepen sie off the grass"

I've got those hup, two, three, four occupation G.I. Blues
From my G.I. hair to the heels of my G.I. shoes
And if I don't go stateside soon I'm gonna blow my fuse 

Occupation G.I. Blues
At Ease!

The Queen Of 1964
Composer(s): Neil Sedaka - Howard Greenfield
Performer(s): Neil Sedaka



Anyone who's played on a record date
Will remember Stage-Door-Jenny
Well, I saw her last night and man, she looked
Like she wasn't gettin' any
(Awwwwwwwww!)
Rock and roll kinda took its toll
When she shed her inhibitions
Too many scenes in limousines
And dressing room intermissions

She was the queen of 1964
But the truth of the matter is
Nobody wants her anymore
There was a time she could've shown you how
But nobody wants an overage groupie now

When it came to a superstar
Jenny was a bragger
She spread it all around to everyone in town
That she once had Mick Jagger
(Ooooooooooh!)
There's no doubt when the truth comes out
True love will always conquer
She didn't get Mick but she got a kick
And a black eye from Bianca

She was the queen of 1964
What a pity she became a shadow of the girl
She was before
She passed her prime, it seems a shame somehow
But nobody wants an overage groupie now

I'm afraid that the Morning Trade
Had a sad obiturary
There'll be no more Jenny at the door
They took her to the cemetary
(Awwwwwwwwwww!)
Just an autograph book and a stereo
There was no one she was close ta
She was found with her arms around
An Elvis Presley poster

She was the queen of 1964
Tonight there'll be a moment of silence
At the Troubadour
There was a time she could've shown you how
But nobody wants an overage groupie now
But nobody wants an overage groupie now

Cities
Composer(s): David Byrne
Performer(s): Talking Heads



Think of London, a small city
It's dark, dark in the daytime
The people sleep, sleep in the daytime
If they want to, if they want to

Chorus

I'm checking them out
I'm checking them out
I got it figured out
I got it figured out
There's good points and bad points
Find a city
Find myself a city to live in

There are a lot of rich people in Birmingham
A lot of ghosts in a lot of houses
Look over there!...
A dry ice factory
A good place to get some thinking done

Down el Paso way things get pretty spread out
People got no idea where in the world they are
They go up north and come back south
Still got no idea where in the world they are
Did I forget to mention, to mention Memphis
Home of Elvis and the ancient greeks
Do I smell? 
I smell home cooking
It's only the river, it's only the river

(Give Me Back My) Name
Composer(s): David Byrne
Performer(s)): Talking Heads


There's a word for it
And words don't mean a thing
There's name for it
And names make all the difference in the world
Some things can never be spoken
Some things cannot be pronounced
That word does not exist in any language
It will never be uttered by a human mouth

Let X make a statement
Let breath pass through those cracked lips
That man was my hero
And now that word has been taken from us
Some things can never be spoken
Some things cannot be pronounced
That word does not exist in any language
It will never be uttered by a human mouth

Give me back my name
Give me back my name
Something has been changed in my life
Something has been changed in my life
Something must be returned to us
Something must me returned to us

The Pussycat Song (N'yot N'yow)
Composer(s): Dick Manning
Performer(s): Perry Como & The Fontane Sisters



Fontane Sisters:
This is the story 'bout Perry who came home late one night!

Perry Como:
Must have been about a two or three am, something like that!

FS: 
"Gotta get me some sleep", he yawned 
as he turned out the light!

PC: 
Haaw! I guess I was too tired to do any reading!

FS: 
Whether he dreamed what happened
or if he really heard it, he wouldn't bet 
but he swears it sounded like two cats singin' a duet!

PC: 
Come y'out, come y'out, come y'out my pretty kitten 
This is me, your boyfriend 'Tom' 

FS: 
N'yot N'yow! 

PC: 
Ah! come y'out, come y'out, come y'out my pretty kitten 
This is old Tom, 'Tom' the atom-bomb! 

FS: 
N'yot N'yow!
We assure you we'd come y'out if only we knew how 
They tell us that you really are the cat's 'Meow'! 

PC: 
Ah! come y'out, come y'out, come y'out my pretty kitten now? 

FS: 
N'yot N'yow! 

PC: 
Oh!

FS: 
Come y'out, come y'out, come y'out our croonin' kitten 
We will serenade the moon! 

PC: 
N'yot N'yow! 

FS: 
Come y'out, come y'out, come y'out our little kitten 
We will sing a little tune! 

PC: 
N'yot N'yow!
When the folks got home tonight at twelve or thereabout 
They locked the door and they forgot to put me-yowt! 

FS: 
Oowah!

PC: 
Alone from night to night you'll find me!

FS: 
Come y'out, come y'out, come y'out our croonin' kitten 
Mee-yowh! 

PC: 
Heh heh 
OK, now!

Citadel
Composer(s): Mick Jagger - Keith Richards
First release by: The Rolling Stones - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists



Men are armed shout who goes there
We have journeyed far from here
Armed with bibles make us swear 

Candy and taffy, hope we both are well
Please come see me in the citadel 

Flags are flying, dollar bills
Round the heights of concrete hills
You can see the pinnacles 

Candy and taffy, hope we both are well
Please come see me in the citadel 

In the streets are many walls
Hear the peasants come and crawl
You can hear their lovers call 

Candy and taffy, hope we both are well
Please come see me in the citadel 

Screaming people fly so fast
In thier shining mental cars
Through the woods of steel and glass 

Candy and taffy, hope we both are well
Please come see me in the citadel

(Girls, Girls, Girls) Made To Love
Composer(s): Phil Everly
Performer(s): Eddie Hodges


My father looked at me one day 
said "Son, it's plain to see
That you're getting older
and should have a talk with me
You'll soon be going on lots of dates as to a man you grow
And there's one important thing ev'ry boy should know"

And that is
Girls, girls, girls were made to love
Girls, girls, girls were made to love
That's why some have eyes of blue
That's why some stand five foot two
'Cause girls, girls, girls were made to love

One day soon you'll have a date and you'll take her home that night
Then you'll find you'll wonder would a kiss be right
The more you look, the more you'll find those doubts will fill your
head
But think real hard and you might recall what your ol' Dad said"

He said that
Girls, girls, girls were made to love
Girls, girls, girls were made to love
That's why ya watch 'em walk down the street
That's why their kisses taste awful sweet
'Cause girls, girls, girls were made to love

"Then you'll meet that special girl who'll sweep your off your feet
You'll want to say you love her, but you'll find it hard to speak
This is a time when you'll find it's better left unsaid
Just tell 'er like I told your Mom, with a kiss instead"

Girls, girls, girls were made to love
Girls, girls, girls were made to love
That's why ya watch 'em walk down the street
That's why their kisses taste awful sweet
'cause girls, girls, girls were made to love
Girls, girls, girls were made to love
Girls, girls, girls were made ........ Fade

The Pusher
Composer(s): Hoyt Axton
First release by: Steppenwolf - 1968
Covered by multiple other artists



You know I smoked a lot of grass
Oh Lord! I popped a lot of pills
But I've never touched nothin'
That my spirit couldn't kill
You know I've seen a lot of people walking 'round
With tombstones in their eyes
But the pusher don't care
If you live -- or if you die
God Damn! The pusher
God Damn! The pusher
I said God Damn! God damn the pusher man
You know the dealer, the dealer is a man
With a lump of grass in his hand
But the pusher is a monster
Not a natural man
The dealer for a nickel
Goin to sell you lots of sweet dreams
Ah... but the pusher will ruin your body
Lord he'll leave your mind to scream
God Damn! The pusher
God Damn! God damn the pusher
I said God Damn! God damn the pusher man
Well now if I were the president of this land
You know I'd declare total war on the pusher man
I'd cut him if he stands, and I'd shoot him if he run
And I'd kill him with my bible, and my razor and my gun...
God Damn! The pusher
God damn the pusher
I said God damn! God damn the pusher man!

Cita Con Ángeles
Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez



Desde los tiempos más remotos
vuelan los ángeles guardianes
siempre celosos de sus votos
contra atropellos y desmanes
Junto a las cunas infantiles
junto a los tristes moribundos
cuentan que velan los gentiles
seres con alas de otro mundo

Cuando este ángel surca el cielo
no hay nada que se le asemeje
El fin de su apurado vuelo
es la sentencia de un hereje
no se distraiga ni demore
todo es ahora inoportuno
Va rumbo al campo de las flores
donde la hoguera espera a Bruno

Se lanza un ángel de la altura
caída libre que da frío
La orden de su jefatura
es descender hasta Dos Ríos
Es 19 y también mayo
monte de espuma y madre sierra
cuando otro ángel a caballo
cae “con los pobres de la tierra”

Dicen que al filo de la una
un angelote compasivo
pasó delante de la luna
sobrevolando los olivos
Y cuentan que con mala maña
fue tiroteado su abanico
justo a la hora que en España
se asesinaba a Federico

Un bello arcángel aletea
junto a un gran pájaro de hierro
Procura que un hombre lo vea
para ahuyentar cien mil destierros
Pero el arcángel se sofoca
y un ala azul se le lastima
y el ave negra abre la boca
cuando atraviesan Hiroshima

Dejando un surco luminoso
por sobre Memphis, Tennessee
pasó volando presuroso
un ser alado en frenesí
Iba vistiéndose de luto
iba llorando el querubín
e iba contando los minutos
de Dios y Martin Luther King

El ángel pasa bajo un puente
después rodea un rascacielos
Parque Central, lleno de gente
no se da cuenta de su vuelo
Cuánta utopía será rota
y cuánto de imaginación
cuando a la puerta del Dakota
las balas derriben a John

Septiembre aúlla todavía
su doble saldo escalofriante
todo sucede un mismo día
gracias a un odio semejante
Y el mismo ángel que allá en Chile
vio bombardear al presidente
ve las dos torres con sus miles
cayendo inolvidablemente

Desesperados, los querubes
toman los cielos de la tierra
y con sus lápices de nubes
pintan adioses a las guerras
El mundo llena los balcones
y exclama al fin: esta es mi lucha
pero el señor de los cañones
no mira al cielo ni lo escucha

Pobres los ángeles urgentes
que nunca llegan a salvarnos
¿Será que son incompetentes
o que no hay forma de ayudarnos?
Para evitarles más dolores
y cuentas del sicoanalista
seamos un tilín mejores
y mucho menos egoístas 

(Ghost) Riders In The Sky
Spanish Title: Jinetes En El Cielo
Composer(s): Stan Jones
Performer(s): Bing Crosby;
and various other artists


An old cowpoke went riding out
one dark and windy day
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way
When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw
A ploughin' thru the ragged skies
And up a cloudy draw
Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o
The ghost herd in the sky

Their brands were still on fire and their hooves wuz made of steel
Their horns wuz black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel
A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered thru the sky
For he saw the riders comin' hard
And he heard their mournful cry
Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o
Ghost riders in the sky

Their faces gaunt their eyes were blurred and shirts all soaked with sweat
They're ridin' hard to atch that herd but they ain't caught them yet
'Cause they've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky
On horses snortin' fire
As they ride on, hear their cry
Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o
Ghost riders in the sky

As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name
"If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on our range
Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride
A-try'ng to catch the devil's herd
Across these endless skies"
Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o
The ghost herd in the sky

Ghost riders in the sky

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Dean Martin's version:


An old cowpoke went riding out one dark and windy day
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way
When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw
A ploughin' thru the ragged skies
And up a cloudy draw
Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o
The ghost herd in the sky

As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name
"If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on our range
Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride
A-try'ng to catch the devil's herd
Across these endless skies"
Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o
The ghost herd in the sky

The ghost herd in the sky
Yippee-yi-o
Ghost riders in the sky

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The Puppy Song
Composer(s): Harry Nilsson
First release by: Harry Nilsson - 1969
Covered by multiple other artists



Dreams are nothing more than wishes
And a wish's just a dream you wish to come true

If only I could have a puppy
I'd call myself so very lucky
Just to have some company
To share a cup of tea with me
I'd take my puppy everywhere
La la la la I wouldn't care
Then we'll stay away from crowds
With sites that say no dogs allowed
Oh we... I know he'd never bite me
We... I know he'd never bite me

If only I could have a friend
Who sticks with me until the ned
And walk along beside the sea
To share a bit of moon with me
I'd take my friend most everywhere
La la la la I wouldn't care
And we'll stay away from crowds
With sites that say no friends allowed
Oh we... we'd be so happy to be...
We... we'd be so happy to be together

But dreams are nothing more than wishes
And a wish's just a dream you wish to come true
Dreams are nothing more than wishes
(Your wish will come true)
And a wish's just a dream (Your wish will come true)
Your wish to come true (Your wish will come true)

Cirrus Minor
Composer(s): Roger Waters
First release by: Pink Floyd - 1969



In a churchyard by a river
Lazing in the haze of midday
Laughing in the grasses and the graves

Yellow bird you are not long in
Singing and in flying on
In laughing and in leaving

Willow weeping in the water
Waving to the river daughters
Swaying in the ripples and the reeds

On a trip to Cirrus Minor
Saw a crater in the sun
A thousand miles of moonlight later 

Rendez-Vous Chaque Soir
Italian Title: Pensiamoci Ogni Sera
Composer(s): Carlo Pes;
Gianni Boncompagni; Jimmy Fontana
Performer(s): Dalida



Rendez-vous chaque soir au couché du soleil
Ou tous deux on pourra voir la nuit qui s'éveille
Et l'on se dira tout bas tous les mots qu'on ne s'écrit pas
Rendez-vous chaque soir au couché du soleil

Je pense à toi souvent je m'ennuie loin de toi
Et quand revient le printemps je suis trop seul sans toi
Mais j'ai le cœur plein d'espoirs
Puisqu'on se retrouve chaque soir
Dans un petit coin du ciel au couché du soleil

Qui sait quand tu me reviendras
Et qui sait si on se reverra
Pourtant au fond de moi je sais je sais je sais
Oh rien n'a changé
Et d'ici là, tu seras près de moi
Tout près de moi

Rendez-vous chaque soir Au couché du soleil
Tous deux on pourra voir La nuit qui s'éveille
Et l'on se dira tout bas tous les mots qu'on ne s'écrit pas
Rendez-vous chaque soir Au couché du soleil

Qui sait quand tu me reviendras
Et qui sait si on se reverra
Pourtant au fond de moi je sais Je sais, je sais
Oh rien n'a changé
Et d'ici là tu seras près de moi
Tout près de moi

Rendez-vous chaque soir au couché du soleil

Qui sait quand tu me reviendras
Et qui sait si on se reverra
Pourtant au fond de moi je sais Je sais, je sais
Oh rien n'a changé
Et d'ici là tu seras près de moi tout près de moi

Rendez vous chaque soir au couché du soleil
Ou tous deux on pourra voir
La nuit qui s'éveille
Et l'on se dira tout bas
Tous les mots...

The Proud One
Composer(s): Bob Gaudio - Bob Crewe
Performer(s): The Osmonds; Frankie Valli & the Four Seasons



Livin' is dyin'
'Cause love you've left me cryin'
Now there's no use tryin' to go on

Each night I dream baby, pretendin'
There'll be a happy endin'
Burnin' down deep inside
Got a heartbreak that I can't hide
(Down inside, deep down inside)

I'm not the proud one, I need you
I'm beggin' to you baby, please
You're the proud one, believe me
This poor man is down on his knees

Baby, please

Oh baby, remember
The love we shared so tender
Hoping that forever you'd me mine

I wish you could hear me, oh baby
If only you were near me
I didn't know what I had
Don't ya know that I feel so bad
(Didn't know, I didn't know)

I'm not the proud one, I need you
I'm beggin' to you baby, please
You're the proud one, believe me
This poor man is down on his knees

I'm not the proud one, I need you
I'm beggin' to you baby, please
You're the proud one, believe me
This poor man is down on his knees

I'm not the proud one, I need you
I'm beggin' to you baby, please
You're the proud one, believe me
This poor man is down on his knees

Ciribiribin
((Dutch, English, & French Versions: 
Chiribiribin (Willy & Willeke Alberti); Ciribiribin (They're So in Love) (Harry James); Ciribiribin (Elyane Célis))
Composer(s): Alberto Pestalozza - Carlos Tiochet
Performer(s): Grace Moore
and multiple other artists



Su, finiscila coi baci
bel moruccio birichin
e non vedi tu la luna
che dal ciel fa capolin?

E se pur la luna spia
noi lasciamola guardar
anche il pallido suo raggio
ci consiglia a seguitar

Ma poi, chissá cosa dirà?
E via, dirà, cosa dirà, dirà, dirà
Ciribiribin, Ciribiribin
Ciríbiribin

Ciribiribin
che bel faccin
che sguardo dolce
ed assassin

Ciribiribin
che bel nasin
che bei dentin
che bel bocchin

Ciribiribin
che bel nasin
che bei dentin
che bel bocchin

Ciribiribin
Ciribiribin
Ciribiribin
che bel bocchin

Ciribiribin
che bel nasin
che bei dentin
che bel bocchin

Ciribiribin
Ciribiribin
Ciribiribin
che bel faccin!

Rendez-Vous Au Lavandou
Composer(s): André Pascal; Paul Mauriat
Performer(s): Dalida; Henri Salvador



Ce soir la mer et le ciel
Ce sont donnés rendez-vous
Pour faire un monde irréel du Lavandou

Et sur la plage doré
Le sable c'est plus doux
Le ciel s'endort sur la mer joue contre joue

Que m'importe un si beau soir
Eclatant de mille feux
Si je ne peut pas le voir dans vos yeux
Que m'importe si le vent
Murmure des mots très doux
Si mon cœur ne les attend que de vous

Ce soir la mer et le ciel
C'était donnés rendez-vous
Pour faire un monde irréel rien que pour nous

La vie l'aligne sur le grève
En un collier de rêve
C'est mille diamants
Et l'âme reflète l'image
D'un ciel sans nuage tout piqué d'argent
Tout autour de moi semble dire l'ivresse de vivre
Mais seul je suis triste
Pourtant

Ce soir la mer et le ciel
C'était donnés rendez-vous
Pour faire un monde irréel
Rien que pour vous
Et sur le sable mouillé
Avec un dernier remous
Frissonne et meurt effacés mes rêves
Mes rêves fous

The Proposal
Composer(s): Alan Bergman - Marilyn Bergman - Norman Luboff
Performer(s): Norman Luboff Choir; The Brothers Four



Barma says je vous aime pour tu Marie
How I want to marry you
Never, never have I proposed before
What I tell you is true

Barma says je vous aime pour tu Marie
How I want to marry you
I can promise most happy life with me
If you answer "I do"

I travel over mountain and hill
I even sail the tropical sea
I never feel excitement until
You look in the direction of me

Now the situation is clear
No more travelling will I do
Because I have a romantic ideal
And you know it's all about you

I'll build a house for you in the sun
And from the window we'll see the moon
We'll be the envy of ev'ryone
And we'll be more than two very soon

Barma says je vous aime pour tu Marie
How I want to marry you
Never, never have I proposed before
What I tell you is true

Barma says je vous aime pour tu Marie
How I want to marry you
I can promise most happy life with me
If you answer "I do"

Ciribiribin
((Dutch, English, & Italian Versions:
Chiribiribin (Willy & Willeke Alberti); Ciribiribin (They're So in Love) (Harry James); Ciribiribin (Grace Moore))
Composer(s): Alberto Pestalozza - Léo Lelievre - Henri Christiné
Performer(s): Elyane Célis
and multiple other artists



Délaissant sa jeune femme
Qui pousse un profond soupir
Le mari vieux et sans flamme
Dans sa chambre va dormir
Alors se sentant renaître
Et bravant le Bartolo
Elle court à la fenêtre
Écouter son Roméo
Dans son refrain le troubadour
Redit joyeux ce mot d'amour
Toujours
Toujours
Ciribiribin
Ciribiribin
Ciribiribin

Ciribiribin, vite ouvre-moi
Je veux chanter auprès de toi
Ciribiribin, ce mot n'est rien
Cependant tu le comprends bien
Ciribiribin, je veux monter
Te prendre afin de me griser
Ciribiribin
Ciribiribin
Ciribiribin, un doux baiser

N'étant pas du tout rebelle
Pour mieux l'entendre chanter
Sa charmante ritournelle
Elle dit: tu peux monter
Puisque mon époux me sèvre
De ce refrain si charmant
Je l'apprendrai sur ta lèvre
En t'enlaçant tendrement
Bientôt après au troubadour
Elle disait ce mot d'amour
Toujours
Toujours
Ciribiribin
Ciribiribin
Ciribiribin

Ciribiribin, cet air me plaît
Reprenons le dernier couplet
Ciribiribin, mon mari dort
Mon chéri répétons encore
Ciribiribin, ô mon amant
Viens me refaire gentiment
Ciribiribin
Ciribiribin
Ciribiribin, un doux serment

Tout à coup l'époux s'éveille
En entendant le duo
Sa fureur est sans pareille
Pourtant il ne souffle mot
Car il n'empêchera guère
Les deux amants de chanter
Et ne pouvant rien y faire
Il murmure dépité
Entre les bras du troubadour
Elle a chanté ce mot d'amour
Toujours
Toujours
Ciribiribin
Ciribiribin
Ciribiribin

Ciribiribin, l'air menaçant
La lune me montre un croissant
Ciribiribin, quand il ne peut
Chanter ce refrain amoureux
Ciribiribin, le vieux mari
Par son épouse, est chaque nuit
Ciribiribin
Ciribiribin
Ciribiribin, toujours puni