Swiss Lady
Composer(s): Peter Reber
First performance by: Pepe Lienhard Band - 1977



Sie war ziemlich schlank
sie war gertenschlank
und manchmal nahm er sie aus seinem Schrank

dann machte er Musik und legte zärtlich die Hand um sie
Er spielte Rock'n'Roll
er spielte Dixieland
und war bekannt als die "One-man-mountain Band"
Er sagte: "Durch sie allein ist die Welt voll Musik
sie gibt mir alles und vergiát mich nie"

Sie ist meine Swiss Lady
und ich ein Mann aus den Bergen

und wer sie einmal gehört hat
der kann mich sicher versteh'n
Ja
sie ist meine Swiss Lady
und ich ein Mann aus den Bergen

und wer sie einmal gehört hat
weiá

nur ein Alphorn klingt so schön

Jahu
duhu
jahu
duhu
jahu Swiss Lady
Jahu Swiss Lady
jahu

Wenn er nach Hause kam
nahm er sie in den Arm

wo er sie liebevoll auseinandernahm

doch vorher spielte er nochmal im Dixiestil
Und sind in tiefer Nacht die Leute aufgewacht
und haben sich beschwert
dann hat er nur gelacht
Er sagte: "lch lad' euch ein
und wir feiern ein Fest

weil meine Lady noch nicht schlafen will"
Sie ist meine Swiss Lady
und ich ein Mann aus den Bergen

Jahu
duhu
jahu
duhu
jahu Swiss Lady

Sie ist meine Swiss Lady
und ich ein Mann aus den Bergen

Police On My Back
Composer(s): Eddy Grant
Performer(s): Equals;
and various other artists



Well, I'm a runnin', police on my back
I've been hiding, police on my back
They were shooting, police on my back
And the victim, well, he won't come back

I been running Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday

Runnin' down the railway track
Could you help me, police on my back
They will catch me if I dare drop back
Come and give me all the speed I had

I been running Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
What have I done?

I'm still runnin' down the railway track
Could you help me, police on my back
They will catch me if I dare drop back
Come and give me all the speed I had

I been running Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday

Runnin' down the railway track
Yes, I'm a runnin', police on my back
Yes, I'm a runnin', police on my back
Yes, I'm a runnin', police on my back
Help! 

Yes, I'm still runnin' down the railway track
Could you help me, police on my back
They will catch me if I dare drop back

I been running Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday

Runnin', police on my back
Yes, I'm a runnin', police on my back
Yes, I'm a runnin', police on my back
Yes, I'm a runnin', police on my back
What have I done? 
Tell me, please, somebody

Snap Your Fingers
Composer(s): Grady Martin; Alex Zanetis
Performer(s): Joe Henderson



Snap your fingers, I'll come runnin'
Back to you-ou on bended knee
Snap your fingers (doo-doo), I'll come runnin' (doo-doo)
I'll be true (doo-doo-doo), take a chance on me (doo-doo-doo)

Let your light turn green, baby, I've gotta know
Give me some kind of clue, should I stay or go?
Let me love you like a lover, un-huh, that you used to know
Turn the key and let me in through that same old door

(wah-wah-wah-wah)
I had it but I lost it
Now I've got a broken heart to mend <"Well, listen">
I don't care what the cost is
I know I got to find my way back in

Snap your fingers, baby, I'll come runnin'
I'll do anything to get back again

(wah-wah-wah-wah)

I had it but I lost it
Now I've got a broken heart to mend <"But, baby, listen">
I don't care what the cost is
I've got to find my way back in

("So if you'd just")
Snap your fingers (doo-doo-doo) I'll come runnin' (doo-doo-doo)
I'll do anything (doo-doo-doo) to get back again

Police & Thieves
Composer(s): Junior Murvin; Lee Perry
Performer(s): The Clash



Police and thieves in the streets
Oh yeah!
Scaring the nation with their guns and ammunition
Police and thieves in the street
Oh yeah!
Fighting the nation with their guns and ammunition

From Genesis to Revelation
The next generation will be hear me
From Genesis to Revelation
The next generation will be hear me

And all the crowd comes in day by day
No one stop it in anyway
And all the peacemaker turn war officer
Hear what I say

Vocal ad lib

Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah
Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah
From Genesis oh yeah
Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah

Scaring, fighting the nation
Shooting, shooting their guns and ammunition

Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah
Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah
Here come, here come, here come
The station is bombed
Get out get out get out you people
If you don't wanna get blown up

Vocal ad lib

Snake Man
Composer(s): Tom Johnston
Performer(s): The Doobie Brothers



Well, I'm worried, snake man's on my trail
oh Lord, I'm worried, snake man's on my trail
and I only come outside to pick up all the U.S. mail

A black eagle flies through my backyard
a black eagle flies through my backyard 
perches on my window, Lord, what a fearsome sight

Polaroid De La Locura Ordinaria
Performer(s): Fito Paez



bajo por el callejón
en donde estaba el
después vomito ese ron
manchando la pared
el sol le caí bien
entrando en la avenida
su vida no era mas su vida
pero eso estaba okey

La veo cruzar
cruzando un bosque
la veo alejándose de mi

Sus tetas y sus dos hermanas
tomaban un café
me acuerdo de la mañana
que me mostró su piel
estabamos en un bar
y se corto la cara
vibraba como en un nirvana
luego se hecho a correr

La veo cruzar
cruzando un bosque
la veo alejándose de mi

Pasábamos todo el día
tirados en la cama
el tiempo maldita daga
lamiéndonos los pies
brillaba era una perla
y nunca hacia nada
después dijo que me amaba
y se hundió la gillete
Sangro, sangro, sangro,
y se reía como loca
no he visto luz
ni fuerza viva tan poderosa
de todas ellas
ella fue mi frase mas hermosa
todo su cuerpo con espinas
y a mi me siguen las moscas

Portugal No Coração
First performance by: Os Amigos - 1977



Portugal foi a razão
Por que um dia morreu meu irmão
Mas também é coração
A bater nesta canção
Não sei bem de quem eu nasci
Não descobri nem pai nem mãe
Só sei que já nasci aqui e foi aqui
Que eu fui alguém
Portugal foi a razão
Por que um dia morreu meu irmão
Mas também é coração
A bater nesta canção
Digo tudo quanto eu sou
Serei criança ou malmequer?
Tenho apenas o que eu dou
Este lugar que ninguém quer
Neste país onde estou
Serei tudo quando eu fizer
Este povo a que me dou
Não é homem nem mulher
Portugal é querer dar a mão
Sermos amigos, termos pão
Portugal é ter a vontade
De acabar com a saudade
Portugal já tem idade
Para o povo entender liberdade
Portugal é uma nação
Onde vive o meu irmão
Portugal, ai meu amor
Coração desta minha canção
Bate, bate coração
Para termos a vida melhor
Portugal, ai meu amor
Coração desta minha canção
Bate, bate coração
Para termos a vida melhor
Portugal, ai meu amor
Coração desta minha canção
Bate, bate coração
Para termos a vida melhor

Polar Bear
Composer(s): Brian May; Tim Staffell
Performer(s): Queen



In the bright shop window sits the polar bear
Makes the children's eyes light up to see him there
Amongst the tinsel he gives everyone a smile
To see him as you'd see a star
Love him from where you are
He's not for, not for, not for sale
Past an open window walks the pretty girl
Does she see me at her feet it's hard to tell
But if I ask her she might turn her smile away
To see her as I'd see a star
Love her from where you are
She's not for, not for, not for sale
I guess I'll learn to look
Without a grasping hand
Minor contentment wears a smile
I love her from where I lie
He's not for, not for, not for sale
Not for sale

Smurferifabriken (aka Rallarpolka Från Västmanland)
Composer(s): Nils Fläcke; Claes Vogel
Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog, Christian, Michael B. Tretow



Svarvarna snurrar och hammarna slår
Det är kugghjul som rullar, det är skyttlar som går
Oj, vad det virvlar av plankor och spik
I vår stora Smuferifabrik

Där går en smurf som om ingenting hänt
Och på foten där har han en hink med cement
Visst kan det ofta bli kalabalik
I vår stora Smuferifabrik

Ett, två, tre
Vår idé
Den blir nog succé

Vi ska snickra fällor vi
Som Gargamell kan trilla i
Han och hans hatt och hans elaka katt
Ja då kan dom säkert hålla sig för skratt

Lata smurfen han står vakt
Där han släpar runt med ett ynka plank
Och när ingen annan ser
Slår han spik med hammar'n upp och ner

Taljorna gnisslar och sågspånen yr
Och i smedjan minsann där ligger glöden och pyr
Kocksmurfen kan koka soppa på spik
I vår stora Smuferifabrik

Smurfa dig hitåt med penslar och färg
Så maskerar vi fällan till skogar och berg
En burk i taget och ingen panik
I vår stora Smuferifabrik

Ett, två, tre
Vår idé
Den blir nog succé

Vi ska snickra fällor vi
Som Gargamell kan trilla i
Han och hans hatt och hans elaka katt
Ja då kan dom säkert hålla sig för skratt

Ja vi ska snickra fällor vi
Som Gargamell kan trilla i
Han och hans hatt och hans elaka katt
Ja då kan dom säkert hålla sig för skratt

Poker
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour; Pierre Roche
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour



Par trois gars de mon quartier
Je me suis laisser entraîner
Dans un tripot la semaine dernière
Dans une salle enfumée
Nous nous sommes installés
Autour d'une table de poker
On a enlevé nos vestons
Commandé force boissons
Puis la partie a commencé
Tell que je vais vous l'expliquer

On prend les cartes, on brasse les cartes
On coupe les cartes, on donne les cartes
C'est merveilleux on va jouer au poker
On prend ses cartes, on regarde ses cartes
On s'écrie: - cartes! puis l'on écarte
J'en jette trois car j'ai déjà une pair
Quand tout le monde a son jeu
On se regarde en chiens d'faïence
On essaie de lire dans les yeux
Du voisin plein de méfiance
J'ai pris trois cartes et lui deux cartes
Vous combien d'cartes? - moi juste une carte
Ah!..faut se méfier y'a du bluff dans l'air...

- Je suis blind à toi de parler -
Dit au second le premier
Ce dernier s'écrie: - Parole! -
Le troisième mis' cent francs
Je dis: - tes cent, plus mille francs -
Les deux autres s'arrêtent au vol
Le troisième me dit: - voilà -
Tes mille francs! qu'est ce que tu as?
- Trois dames, j'ai gagné je crois
- Non, dit-il car j'ai trois rois! -

On prend les cartes, on brasse les cartes
On coupe les cartes, on donne les cartes
Je me dis qu'es-tu venu faire dans cette galères?
On reprend les cartes, on regarde ses cartes
On s'écrie: - cartes! puis l'on écarte
Je me dis maintenant va falloir se refair'
Pendant toute la partie
Je me faisais des reproches
Quand se termina la nuit
Je n'avais plus rien en poche
Avant que je n'parte, je prend les cartes
Je déchire les carts
Je jette les cartes
Et les piétine avec colère
Au moment de m'en aller
J'entend des coups de sifflet
Une descente de police
Les inspecteurs du quartier
Veulent tous nous interroger
Me voici devant la justice
Ils me disent: - mon garçon
Nous sommes bons et te donnons
Une minute pour t'expliquer -
Je leur ai dit affolé

On prend les cartes, on brasse les cartes
On coupe les cartes, on donne les cartes
Je n'ai jamais rien eu de meilleur qu'une paire
On reprend ses cartes, on regarde ses cartes
On s'écrie: - cartes! et l'on écarte
Je vois très bien me dit le commissaire
On va vous emprisonner
Car du reste je m'en fiche
Mais on va vous affecter
Au département des fiches
On prend les cartes, on regarde les cartes
On trie les cartes, on range les cartes
En prison je suis devenu fonctionnaire
Tout ça parcequ'un jour
Un bien triste jour
J'ai voulu jouer au poker

Smuggler's Blues
Composer(s): Glenn Frey; Jack Tempchin
Performer(s): Glenn Frey; Jack Tempchin



There's trouble on the street tonight, I can feel it in my bones
I had a premonition that he should not go alone
I knew the gun was loaded, but I didn't think he'd kill
Everything exploded, and the blood began to spill
So baby, here's your ticket, and the suitcase in your hand
Here's a little money, now we'll do it just the way we planned
You be cool for twenty hours, and I'll pay you twenty grand
I'm sorry it went down like this, but someone had to lose
It's the nature of the business, it's the smuggler's blues
The sailors and the pilots, the soldiers and the law
The payoffs and the ripoffs and the things nobody saw
Don't matter if it's heroin, cocaine or hash,
You've got to carry weapons 'cause you always carry cash
There's lots of shady characters and lots of dirty deals
Every name's an alias in case somebody squeals
It's the lure of easy money, it's got a very strong appeal
Perhaps you'd understand it better standing in my shoes
It's the ultimate enticement, it's the smuggler's blues

You see it in the headlines, you hear it every day
They say they're gonna stop it, but it doesn't go away
They move it through Miami and sell it in LA
They hide it up in Telluride, I mean it's here to stay
It's propping up the governments in Columbia and Peru
You ask any D.A., man, they'll say there's nothing we can do
From the office of the president right down to me and you
Me and you
It's a losing proposition, but one you can't refuse
It's the politics of contraband, it's the smuggler's blues

Pokémon
Composer(s): John Siegler; John Loeffler
Performer(s): Vicki Sue Robinson



Pokémon
The journey's just begun
Pokémon
The more the better
Pokémon
Team Rocket's on the run
Pokémon
We're friends forever

You've got the power
Right in your hands
They'll evolve before your eyes
A world of magic
At your command
You can be a master if you try

Searching everyday
Pokémon
For the answer
Pokémon
No time to delay
Pokémon
This grand adventure

We're united, we'll always win
Together we stand tall
Unlock the secrets deep within
Learn to be the greatest of them all

Telegram
Composer(s): Michael Kunze; Silvester Levay
First performance by: Silver Convention - 1977



Since you've gone - I'm all alone - Stop
Just can't make it on my own - Stop
Operator did you get the line
Rush a cable for I've got no time -
Gotta send a Telegram
Telegram to my Baby
Yes
I'm gonna send a
Telegram
Telegram
And then maybe
He won't keep me yearnin'
Tonight he'll be on his way
Tomorrow he'll be here to stay
Help me
Ma'am
I can't wait another day
Please forgive the things I said - Stop
Didn't mean to make you sad - Stop
Operator I'll pay any rate
If my message will not be too late -
Gotta send a Telegram

I was such a fool to let him go
Too proud to show that I love him so
Gotta send a Telegram

Help me Ma'am
Gotta send a Telegram

Poissons Morts
Composer(s): Étienne Roda-Gil; Julien Clerc
Performer(s): Julien Clerc



Poissons morts
Qui descendez le cours des fleuves
Poissons morts
Allez donc dire à mon amour
Que je cherche pour elle des fleurs
Que je cherche pour elle des fleurs
Des fleurs

Poissons morts
Bien sûr j'ai franchi la frontière
Poissons morts
Les hommes jettent des barrières
Toujours entre eux et le bonheur
Et le bonheur
Poissons morts
Allez donc dire aux moissonneuses
Poissons morts
Que la graisse de mitrailleuse
N'est pas la brillantine des dieux
N'est pas la brillantine des dieux
De Dieu

Poissons morts
Qui descendez cette rivière
Poissons morts
Allez donc dire à mon amour
Que je me perds en longs discours
Méchants discours...

Smorgasbord
Composer(s): Sid Tepper; Roy C. Bennett
Performer(s): Elvis Presley



Some like their women short, some like them tall
I'll take them any size 'cause I love them all

I'm just wild about smorgasbord
I got a cravin' for smorgasbord
A little kiss here, a little kiss there
That's smorgasbord

Mmm
Some take just apple pie, some take just cake
I'll take the dish I please, please the dish I take

I'm just wild about smorgasbord
I got a cravin' for smorgasbord
A little kiss here, a little kiss there
That's smorgasbord

Mmm
Some like just southern belles, they got a one track mind
I go for all the belles, except the wedding kind

I'm just wild about smorgasbord
I got a cravin' for smorgasbord
A little kiss here, a little kiss there
That's smorgasbord

Some like their women short, some like them tall
I'll take them any size 'cause I love them all, Mmm
Some take just apple pie, some take just cake
I'll take the dish I please, please the dish I take

Poisoning Pigeons In The Park
Composer(s): Tom Lehrer
Performer(s): Tom Lehrer



Spring is here, a-suh-puh-ring is here
Life is skittles and life is beer
I think the loveliest time of the year is the spring
I do, don't you?  
'Course you do
But there's one thing that makes spring complete for me
And makes every Sunday a treat for me

All the world seems in tune 
On a spring afternoon
When we're poisoning pigeons in the park
Every Sunday you'll see 
My sweetheart and me
As we poison the pigeons in the park

When they see us coming, the birdies all try an' hide
But they still go for peanuts when coated with cyanide
The sun's shining bright 
Everything seems all right
When we're poisoning pigeons in the park

We've gained notoriety 
And caused much anxiety
In the Audubon Society 
With our games
They call it impiety 
And lack of propriety
And quite a variety 
Of unpleasant names
But it's not against any religion
To want to dispose of a pigeon

So if Sunday you're free 
Why don't you come with me
And we'll poison the pigeons in the park
And maybe we'll do 
In a squirrel or two
While we're poisoning pigeons in the park

We'll murder them all amid laughter and merriment
Except for the few we take home to experiment
My pulse will be quickenin' 
With each drop of strych'nine
We feed to a pigeon 
(It just takes a smidgin!)
To poison a pigeon in the park

Casanova
Composer(s): Svein Strugstad - Jonathan King
First performance by: Anita Skorgan - 1977



See the workman standing in the crowd
Can he hear your heart? – It beats so loud
Eyes so blue and head so gold
Can't believe what you been told
When he looks at you, you feel so proud
 
Every girl's excited by his smile
He's handsome, he's charming, he's got style
Listen, girl, I'm warning you
Don't go through what I went through
You're just another entry for his file
 
In the night you'll hear Casanova
When the stars are shining bright up in the sky
In your dreams you'll hear Casanova
Don't be fooled, he'll make you cry
 
He can come for every girl in town
Hold you close, then run and let you down
Love for him is just a game
Every girl is just the same
Just another jewel for his crown
 
In the night you'll hear Casanova
When the stars are shining bright up in the sky
In your dreams you'll hear Casanova
Don't be fooled, he'll make you cry
 
In the night you'll hear Casanova (Oh Casanova)
When the stars are shining bright up in the sky (Oh Don Juan)
In your dreams you'll hear Casanova
Don't be fooled, he'll make you cry
 
In the night you'll hear Casanova (Oh Casanova)
When the stars are shining bright up in the sky (Oh Don Juan)
In your dreams you'll hear Casanova
Don't be fooled, he'll make you cry
 
Don't be fooled, he'll make you cry

Poison Whiskey
Composer(s): Ed King; Ronnie Van Zant
Performer(s): Lynyrd Skynyrd; Tishamingo



Daddy was a Cajun, raised on Southern land 
And so my kinfolks tell me, was a street-fightin' man
Well, they rushed him down to see the doctor 
'Hey doctor, won't you check his head?' 
The only thing that was wrong with him 
Was Johnny Walker's Red 
He drank ole poison whiskey 
'Til it killed him dead

It happened back in the bayou many years ago 
Satan came to take him and he did it real slow 
Well, they rushed him back to see the doctor 
The doctor just shook his head
'Twenty years of rotgut whiskey 
Done killed the poor man dead' 
He drank ole poison whiskey 
'Til it killed him dead

Take a tip from me, people... brothers can't you see
Ain't no future in ole poison whiskey
They're gonna rush you down to see the doctor
The doctor's gonna shake his head
The only thing he's gonna tell ya 
'Stop drinkin' Johnny Walker's Red 
Don't drink poison whiskey, don't you drink it boy'

Smooth
Composer(s): Rob Thomas; Itaal Shur
First release by: Santana & Rob Thomas - 1999



Man it's a hot one, like seven inches from the midday sun
I hear you whisper and the words melt everyone, but you stay so cool
My Munequita, my Spanish Harlem Mona Lisa
You're my reason for reason, the step in my groove

And if you said this life ain't good enough
I would give my world to lift you up
I could change my life to better suit your mood
'Cause you're so smooth

And it's just like the ocean under the moon
Well that's the same as the emotion that I get from you
You got the kind of loving that could be so smooth
Give me your heart, make it real, or else forget about it 
Well I'll tell you one thing, if you would leave it be a crying shame
In every breath and every word, I hear your name calling me out
Out from the barrio, you hear my rhythm on your radio
You feel the turning of the world so soft and slow, turning you round and round

And if you said this life ain't good enough
I would give my world to lift you up
I could change my life to better suit your mood
'Cause you're so smooth

And it's just like the ocean, under the moon
Well that's the same as the emotion that I get from you
You got the kind of loving that could be so smooth
give me your heart, make it real, or else forget about it

And it's just like the ocean, under the moon
Well that's the same as the emotion that I get from you
You got the kind of loving that could be so smooth
give me your heart, make it real, or else forget about it

Poison Ivy
Composer(s): Jerry Leiber; Mike Stoller
Performer(s): The Coasters



She comes on like a rose
But everybody knows
She'll get you in Dutch
You can look but you'd better not touch

Poison Ivy Poison Ivy
Late at night while you're sleeping
Poison Ivy comes creeping around

She's pretty as a daisy
But look out man she's crazy
She'll really do you in
If you let her get under your skin

Measles make you mumpy
And mumps will make you lumpy
And chicken pox will make you
Jump and switch
A common cold will fool you
And whooping cough can cool ya
But Poison Ivy lord will make you itch

Your gonna need an ocean
Of calamine lotion
You'll be scratching like a hound
The minute you start to mess around

Poison Ivy Poison Ivy
Late at night while you're sleeping
Poison Ivy comes creeping around

Measles make you mumpy
And mumps will make you lumpy
And chicken pox will make you
Jump and switch
A common cold will fool you
And whooping cough can cool ya
But Poison Ivy lord will make you itch

Your gonna need an ocean
Of calamine lotion
You'll be scratching like a hound
The minute you start to mess around

Poison Ivy Poison Ivy
Late at night while you're sleeping
Poison Ivy comes creeping around

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