Dai-Li-Dou
Composer(s): Victor Maméde - Carlos Quintas
First performance by: Gemini - 1978



Dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li dou...
Papagaio voa
Dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li dou...
Papagaio voa
Dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li dou...
Papagaio voa
Dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li dou...

Preso por um fio que se desenrola
Tenho um papagaio de papel e cola
Quando o lanço ao ar parece que tem mola
Sempre a pedir para subir

Voa papagaio, esquece a minha idade
Puxa pelo fio da minha vontade
Faz por encontrar os rumos da verdade
Que eu farei por te seguir

Dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li dou...
Papagaio voa
Dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li dou...
Papagaio voa
Dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li dou...
Papagaio voa
Dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li dou...

Tudo o que avistares, conta, meu amigo
Que eu na terra sonho estar aí contigo
Mesmo que me sinta no meio do perigo
Vou resistir só por te ouvir

E em cada manhã serei uma criança
A brincar nos campos, voando na esperança
De colher a estrela que ninguém alcança
Mas eu hei-de conseguir

Mas eu hei-de conseguir, dai li dou...

Dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li dou...
Papagaio voa
Dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li dou...
Papagaio voa
Dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li dou...
Papagaio voa
Dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li dou...

Dai li, dai li, dai li dou...

Dai li, dai li, dai li, dai li dou...

Poor Me
Composer(s): Les Vandyke
Performer(s): Adam Faith



(Ah-ah-ah-ah)
(Ah-ah-ah-ah)

Poor me, wah-a-ha-a-ho 
Poor me, wah-a-ha-a-ho 
Sorrows leaping around my head 
It's been heard and it's been said that 
You tried to date another guy 
Didn't hide, didn't even try 
Cheatin' me with lies again 
Makin' me remember when 

I used to hold you, baby 
So tight, each night, that's right 
I kinda hoped that maybe you might 
Fall for me 

Why, oh why, do voices say to me 
Sit and cry, that this was meant to be 
Loves unkind and loves untrue 
Oh, why did love pick out you 
Poor me, for me 
Ah-hoo, for me 
Poor me 

I used to hold you, baby 
So tight, each night, that's right 
I kinda hoped that maybe you might 
Fall for me 

Why, oh why, do voices say to me 
Sit and cry, that this was meant to be 
Loves unkind and loves untrue 
Oh, why did love pick out you 
For me, for me 
Ah-hoo, for me 
Poor me

Snow Is Falling
Composer(s): Chris de Burgh
Performer(s): Chris de Burgh



Snow is falling, snow is falling on the ground
In the forest, in the forest there's no sound
A shallow grave is where we lie
The boys and men who died
And snow is falling on the ground
And we are calling to be found

And the seasons, and the seasons come and go
In the Springtime, birds will sing and flowers grow
At Summer's end, the Autumn breeze
Will whisper through the trees
And leaves are falling on the ground
And we are calling to be found

And in our homes, so many tears
They don't know where we have gone
And snow is falling on the ground
And we are calling to be found
We are calling to be found......

Poor Little Me, I'm On K.P.
Composer(s): Irving Berlin
Performer(s): George Tobias



There's dirty work to be done in the army
And it's not much fun
It's the kind of work that's done
Without the aid of a gun
The boys who work with the cooks in the kitchen
Holler out for peace
For they have to do the dirty work
And they're called the Kitchen Police

[Refrain:]
Poor little me
I'm a K.P.
I scrub the mess hall
Upon bended knee
Against my wishes
I wash the dishes
To make this wide world safe for Democracy

Anna Rakkaudelle Tilaisuus
First performance by: Seija Simola - 1978



Silmin viattomin katsot vielä pikkumies
On niin epävarma askel pienten jalkain
Mutta aika kuluu mieheks vartut pikkumies
Leikit vaihtuu työhön aikuisten

Silloin toivon suurta rakkautta sydämmeesi sun
Siten helpompi on tiesi taivaltaa
Kovaa maailmaa niin vaikea on joskus ymmärtää
Muista se, niin koittaa aika uus

Kovaa maailmaa niin vaikea on joskus ymmärtää
Muista se, niin koittaa aika uus

Käsi pienoinen on vielä hetken kädessäin
Hymy aurinkoisin äidin hymyyn vastaa
Aikaa pysähtymään silloin niin mä toivoisin
Pian huomaan susta kasvanut on mies

Usein matkallasi aikuisten niin kovaan maailmaan
Moni aate, ihon väri vaatii kantaa ottamaan
Mutta tärkeintä on rakkaudelle antaa tilaisuus
Muista se, niin koittaa aika uus

Usein matkallasi aikuisten niin kovaan maailmaan
Moni aate, ihon väri vaatii kantaa ottamaan
Mutta tärkeintä on rakkaudelle antaa tilaisuus
Muista se, niin koittaa aika uus

Mutta tärkeintä on rakkaudelle antaa tilaisuus
Muista se, niin koittaa aika uus

Poor Little Fool
Composer(s): Sharon Sheeley
Performer(s): Rick Nelson;
and various other artists



I used to play around with hearts 
that hastened at my call
But when I met that little girl 
I knew that I would fall

Poor little fool, oh yeah
I was a fool, uh huh..

She played around and teased me
with her carefree devil eyes
She'd hold me close and kiss me 
but her heart was full of lies

Poor little fool, oh yeah
I was a fool, uh huh..

She told me how she cared for me 
and that we'd never part
And so for the very first time 
I gave away my heart

Poor little fool, oh yeah
I was a fool, uh huh..

The next day she was gone 
and I knew she'd lied to me
She left me with a broken heart 
and won her victory

Poor little fool, oh yeah
I was a fool, uh huh..

I'd played this game with other hearts
but I never thought I'd see
The day that someone else would play 
love's foolish game with me 

Poor little fool, oh yeah
I was a fool, uh huh..

Snow Flake
Composer(s): Ned Miller
Performer(s): Jim Reeves



Hey-hey-hey, snow flake, my pretty little snowflake
Hoo-hoo-hoo the change in the weather has made it better for me
Hey-hey-hey, snow flake, my pretty little snowflake
You've got me warm as a fire with the burning desire for you

Snow was falling when love came calling on this lonely heart of mine
You were standing there with snow flakes in your hair
You kept stalling while my thoughts were calling on every way I knew
For one excuse to get acquainted with you
Then I said

Snow flake, my pretty little snowflake
Hoo-hoo-hoo the change in the weather has made it better for me
Hey-hey-hey, snow flake, my pretty little snowflake
You've got me warm as a fire with the burning desire for you

The ice was breaking and love was waking in a winter wonderland
When I felt you slip your fingers in my hand
Now snow is gleaming and I'm not dreaming I know this is for real
The love I have is too much to conceal

Hey-hey-hey, snow flake, my pretty little snowflake
Hoo-hoo-hoo the change in the weather has made it better for me
Hey-hey-hey, snow flake, my pretty little snowflake
You've got me warm as a fire with the burning desire for you

Poor Jerusalem
Spanish Title: Pobre Jerusalén
Composer(s): Andrew Lloyd Webber; Tim Rice
Performer(s): Amy Ray



Jesus:
Neither you Simon, nor the fifty thousand
Nor the Romans, nor the Jews
Nor Judas, nor the twelve, nor the Priests, nor the scribes
Nor doomed Jerusalem itself
Understand what power is
Understand what glory is
Understand at all... understand at all
If you knew all that I knew, my poor Jerusalem
You'd see the truth, but you close your eyes
But you close your eyes
While you live your troubles are many, poor Jerusalem
To conquer death you only have to die
You only have to die

Questo Amore
Composer(s): Sergio Bardotti; Mauro Lusini; E. Picciotta
First performance by: Ricchi e Poveri - 1978



Questo amore, tu mi piaci da morire
Questo amore, dai, smettiamo di ballare
Questo amore, qui fa caldo usciamo un po’?

Questo amore, io domani non lavoro
Io nemmeno la tua bocca sulla mia
Che fatica, andare via, cominciava cosi
Cosi con niente

La giostra che va e la testa mi gira
Raccontala giusta e non avere paura, no
Scommetti che mi vuoi bene
Andiamo insieme, ancora un po’, ancora piu su

Questo amore, tu mi piaci da morire
Non parlare, non riesco a respirare
Questo amore, acqua viva su di me
E’ vero ti voglio bene

Questo amore, le tue unghie, le mie braccia
La tua faccia, la tua bocca sulla mia
Che fatica andare via, ma perche andare via

Questo amore, quanti giochi improvisati
Due bambini non sarebbero mai stati
Piu vicini, piu impossibili di noi

Poor Jenny 
Composer(s): Boudleaux Bryant; Felice Bryant
Performer(s): The Everly Brothers;
and various other artists



I took my little Jenny to a party last night
At ten o'clock it ended in a heck of a fight
When someone hit my Jenny she went out like a light
Poor Jenny

And then some joker went and called the cops on the phone
So everybody scattered out for places unknown
I couldn't carry Jenny so I left her alone
Poor Jenny

Well Jenny had her picture in the paper this morning
She made it with a bang
According to the story in the paper this morning
Jenny is the leader of a teenage gang

Jenny has a brother and he's hot on my trail
Her daddy wants to ride me out of town on a rail I hope 
I'll be around when Jenny gets out of jail
Poor Jenny

I went downtown to see her, she was locked in a cell
She wasn't very glad to see me, that I could tell
In fact, to tell the truth, she wasn't looking too well
Poor Jenny

Her eye was black, her face was red, her hair was a fright
She looked as though she'd been crying half of the night
I told her I was sorry, she said "Get out of sight"
Poor Jenny

It seems a shame that Jenny had to go get apprehended, a heck of a fate
This party was the first one she ever had attended
It had to happen on our very first date

Jenny has a brother and he's hot on my trail
Her daddy wants to ride me out of town on a rail
I hope I'll be around when Jenny gets out of jail
Poor Jenny

Snow Deer
Composer(s): Percy Wenrich; Jack Mahoney
Performer(s): Woody Guthrie
and multiple other artists



Sweet Snow Deer mine, moon's a-shine through the pines
While Mohawks sleep, let us creep through the vale
Your cowboy lover, your heart will cover
Don't hesitate, it is late, ponies wait
For you and me by the trees in the dale
Hear tom-toms beating, let's hit the trail

My pretty Snow Deer, say you will go, dear
From your side I'll never part
Every trail leads to your heart
It's time to marry, no time to tarry
Let me carry you away from here
My sweet Snow Deer

The red men come, bullets hum, there'll be some
Left on the trail, I can't fail, cling to me
We'll crown the story with love and glory
Now after all must I fall, hear my call
And fly away while we may, can't you see
Those ranch lights gleaming, safe there we'll be

Poor Fool
Composer(s): Ike Turner
Performer(s): Ike & Tina Turner



I want to tell all of you
that ain't doin' nothin' for me
and can't do nothing for me 
You should tend to your business
and leave mine alone 
Because as far as this man is concerned 
I wanna tell ya he's mine

(you've been a fool too long) 
now let me tell ya he's mine
(wake up and he's gone) 
yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh 
(we know how you feel)
yeh eh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh
he's mine
(but is it love for real) I'm not ashamed
(poor fool)
cause he's my man
(says who?)
and he's mine
(you've been a fool too long) 

Now listen, this man is mine
he's my every thought
I'd give him prussia
if it could be bought
I'm not ashamed of nothing I do
I'd guide a missile if he told me to 
'cause he's mine
(poor fool)
I know he's mine
(says who?)
The man is mine
(you been a fool too long)

And listen, if I make my bed hard 
that's where I'm gonna sleep 
you people talking means nothing to me
I work my fingers right down to the bone 
doin' the things to please him right or wrong 
'cause he's mine
(poor fool)
I know he's mine
(says who?)
the man is mine
(you been a fool too long)

ohh he's a mine
(you've been a fool too long)
and let me tell ya he's mine
(wake up and he's gone)
yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh
(we know how you feel)
yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh he mine
(but is it love for real?)
I'm not ashamed
(poor fool)
'cause he's my man
(says who?) 
and he's mine 
(you've been a fool too long) 

And listen, I'm with my man in every way 
Don't keep him hoppin' each and every day 
I'll never hurt him or make him frown 
I'm with my man if he's up or down 
'cause he's mine
(poor fool)
I know he's mine
(says who?)
the man is mine
(you've been a fool too long) 

And ohhhhhhhh he's a mine
(you've been a fool too long) 
Now let me tell you he's mine
(wake up and he's gone) 
yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh 
(we know how you feel)
yeh yeh yeh yeh
he's mine

Snövit Och De Sju Dvärgarna
Composer(s): Agnetha Fältskog; Dieter Zimmermann
Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog



Spegel, spegel på väggen där
Säg mig vem som skönast i landet är

Det fanns en gång för länge sen
En flicka så skön som en vårbris
Och hon hette Snövit
Hon levede i ett gammalt slott
Med sin styvmor som inte var snäll
Snövit var för vacker
Hon hade hår så mörkt som kol
Och hennes hud var vit
Det fanns ej nån som var så skön som hon

För Snövit var vackrast i hela sitt land
Men styvmodern var svartsjuk och hon bad en man
Att döda sin dotter, men Snövit försvann
Och flydde sen till sju små dvärgars hus
Toker, Butter, Kloker, Blyger, Trötter, Glader, tjooo Prosit

Hon städade, hon diskade
När dvärgarna jobbade hårt
I en liten gruva
Och Snövit hon var lycklig nu
Tillsammans med dvärgarna sju
Snövit hon var vacker
Men styvmodern som klädde ut sig
Hon kom på besök
Och Snövit smakade på hennes frukt

För Snövit var blåögd och tänkte ej på
Att någon vill göra illa henne så
Hon åt utav äpplet som gumman då gav
Och strax därefter låg vår Snövit död

När dvärgarna kom hem den dagen
Fann de att Snövit var död,
De grät av saknad många dar
Och satt bredvid kistan där hon låg
Men ridandes det kom en prins
Upp på en häst så vit
Han Snövit tog uti sin famn
Och kysste henne ömt
Snövit, Snövit, Snövit, Snövit, Snövit, Snövit!

Och Snövit hon vaknade upp ur sin sömn
Och solen sken på himlen, alla dvärgar sjöng
För prinsen, prinsessan och sagan som blev sann
Uti ett lyckligt fjärran land

Poor Elijah - Tribute To Johnson (Medley)
Composer(s): Delaney Bramlett; J. Ford; Leon Russell
Performer(s): Delaney & Bonnie & Friends



Poor Elijah, living on the bayou way
Poor Elijah, he had to take over raising fourteen kids
When his daddy got caught stealing chickens from a neighbor one day
Work on Elijah, work on

Poor Elijah, born the son of a slave
Poor Elijah, he was damn near blind when he died last week
From working in the sun for the man like a dog all day
Work on Elijah, work on

Poor Elijah
Poor Elijah
Poor Elijah
Poor Elijah

Tribute

I'm going to sing you a song, listen to me
I said it's all about a man
Nobody, I said nobody hardly knows him
Say it with me: nobody hardly knows him
Say it one more time: nobody hardly knows him

Good morning Robert Johnson son
You built your life before your song was sung
People agree and now you're number one
So sad to think we had to wait so long

It keeps on getting better every day
And maybe someday soon, people will say
Ain't nobody here but good people
Ain't nobody here but good people
Ain't nobody here but good people

No, nobody here
No, nobody here
No, nobody here
No, nobody here

Just drinking your wine and then loving in slow motion

Born To Sing
Composer(s): Colm C.T. Wilkinson
First performance by: Colm C.T. Wilkinson - 1978



I said: "It would never work"
You said: "Let us try"
I said: "I'm a travelling man who will only make you cry"
And when the feeling hit me and I had to move along
You said: "You were right, I guess, you must sing your song"
 
And a man is born to do one thing and I was born to sing
And I must take the good times and the bad times that it brings
And I missed you in the morning, but most of all at night
And I couldn't stop the music, though I tried with all my might
 
I lie in bed and watch the shadows moving on the wall
And the loneliness is killing me, so I turn the radio on
And I need you now, I want you, in the slow morning light
And the music makes it easier, but it doesn't make it right
 
And a man is born to do one thing and I was born to sing
And I must take the good times and the bad times that it brings
And I missed you in the morning but most of all at night
And I couldn't stop the music, though I tried with all my might
 
Some day, I hope, you will understand why I live this way
Songs keep moving in my head, this music I must play
So I pack my bags and once again I get out on the road
Another day, maybe tonight, I might catch my soul
 
And a man is born to do one thing and I was born to sing
And I must take the good times and the bad times that it brings
And I missed you in the morning, oh, but most of all at night
And I couldn't stop the music, though I tried with all my might
 
And a man is born to do one thing and I was born to sing
And I must take the good times and the bad times that it brings
And I missed you in the morning, oh, but most of all at night
And I couldn't stop the music
(Couldn't stop the music)
No, I couldn't stop the music
Because I...
Hey, I was born...
Born to sing
Born to sing
Born to sing
Born to sing

Poor Butterfly
Composer(s): Hubble; Golden
Performer(s): Sarah Vaughan



There’s a story told of a little Japanese
Sitting demurely ‘neath the cherry blossom trees
Miss Butterfly’s her name
A sweet little innocent child was she
Till a fine young American from the sea
To her garden came
They met beneath the cherry blossoms every day
And he taught her how to love the American way
To love with a soul ‘twas easy to learn
Then he sailed away with a promise to return

Poor Butterfly ‘neath the blossoms waiting
Poor Butterfly, for she loved him so
The moments pass into hours
The hours pass into years
And as she smiles through her tears
She murmurs low
The moon and I
Know that he’ll be faithful
I’m sure he’ll come to me by and by
But if he won’t come back
Then I’ll never sigh or cry
I just must die
Poor Butterfly

Snortin' Whiskey
Composer(s): Pat Thrall; Pat Travers
First release by: The Pat Travers Band - 1980
Covered by multiple other artists



Snortin' whiskey and drinkin' cocaine
We're snortin' whiskey and drinkin' cocaine
I got this feelin' I'm gonna drive that gurl insane

You're like a bad river baby you're all over town
You're like a bad river baby you're all over town

All over town
I may be confused, but you know I sure ain't down

I'm a fast movin' baby I can show you around
I got so much cocaine ain't never comin' down
Snortin' whiskey and drinkin' cocaine
I got this feelin' I'm gonna drive that gurl insane
Insanity

Snortin' whiskey, drinkin' cocaine
We're snortin' whiskey and I'm, I'm drinkin' cocaine

I got this feelin' I'm gonna drive that gurl insane
Got this feelin', I'm gonna drive that gurl insane.....

Poor Boy Lookin' For A Home
Composer(s): Melvin Schmidt
Performer(s): Glen Campbell



Well-a old Mister fox done found him a home
Down in the ground so deep
Well, the fox got a place to call his own
He got a place to sleep

Old Mister coon got a real fine home
High in the hollow tree
Well the coon's got a place he can call his own
But there ain't no place for me

I'm just a poor boy lookin' for a home
Lookin' for a place to call my own
Poor boy lookin' for a home
Poor boy lookin' for a home

Well the boll weevil find him a cotton boll
He move all his kin folk in
He found a place that is mighty snug
Down by the cotton gin

Well the bee's got a home in the honey hive
Honey in the honey comb
Well, old Mister bee's gotta keep alive
While the poor boy's lookin' for a home

I'm just a poor boy lookin' for a home
Lookin' for a place to call my own
Poor boy lookin' for a home
Poor boy lookin' for a home

Oh the catfish home is a muddy pond
He just eat and swim
Well, he don't cry when the crawdad's gone
Tadpole's fine with him

Crow's found a nest in a tree top tall
He never pay no rent
Well the poor boy's got him no home at all
He ain't got a livin' cent

I'm just a poor boy lookin' for a home
Lookin' for a place to call my own
Poor boy lookin' for a home
Poor boy lookin' for a home

L'oiseau Et L'enfant
Composer(s): Joe Gracy; Jean-Paul Cara
First performance by: Marie Myriam - 1977



Comme un enfant aux yeux de lumière
Qui voit passer au loin les oiseaux
Comme l'oiseau bleu survolant la terre
Vois comme le monde, le monde est beau

Beau le bateau, dansant sur les vagues
Ivre de vie, d'amour et de vent
Belle la chanson naissante des vagues
Abandonnées au sable blanc

Blanc l'innocent, le sang du poète
Qui en chantant, invente l'amour
Pour que la vie s'habille de fête
Et que la nuit se change en jour

Jour d'une vie où l'aube se lève
Pour réveiller la ville aux yeux lourds
Où les matins effeuillent les rêves
Pour nous donner un monde d'amour
L'amour c'est toi, l'amour c'est moi
L'oiseau c'est toi, l'enfant c'est moi.

Moi qui ne suis qu'une fille de l'ombre
Qui voit briller l'étoile du soir
Toi mon étoile qui tisses ma ronde
Viens allumer mon soleil noir
Noirs la misère, les hommes et la guerre
Qui croient tenir les rênes du temps
Pays d'amour n'a pas de frontière
Pour ceux qui ont un cœur d'enfant

Comme un enfant aux yeux de lumière
Qui voit passer au loin les oiseaux
Comme l'oiseau bleu survolant la terre
Nous trouverons ce monde d'amour

L'amour c'est toi, l'amour c'est moi
L'oiseau c'est toi, l'enfant c'est moi
L'oiseau c'est toi, l'enfant c'est moi
L'oiseau c'est toi, l'enfant c'est moi

Poor Boy Blues
Composer(s): Paul Kennerley
Performer(s): Mark Knopfler & Chet Atkins



Do I want you? Yes I do
Do I need you? Baby you know it's true
But I ain't got nothin' that you can use
So I'm sittin' on my own here, with these poor boy blues

One day, baby, you will see
You're gonna give all your love to me
I'm the one, babe, that you're gonna choose
But in the meantime, I got these poor boy blues

Pick it son, pick it nice
Things won't always be the same
Someday soon, everything will change
You'll tell your mama her baby's got good news

But until then, well, I got these poor boy blues
But until then, well, I got these poor boy blues