Feuer
First performance by: Ireen Sheer - 1978



Ich lass' mich nie von den Männer dressier'n
Hab' ich geschworen
Was sie auch reden, es macht mich nicht heiß
Ich lass' sie schmoren
Doch da kam einer, der sagte mir dann
Willst Du denn leben als "Rühr-mich-nicht-an"
Denkst Du denn nie daran

Feuer, Feuer brennt nicht nur im Kamin
Feuer, Feuer brennt doch auch in mir drin
Und es wird heißer und heißer durch Deine Liebe
Feuer, Feuer, dem kann keiner entflieh'n
Feuer, Feuer gibt dem Leben erst Sinn
Lauf' nicht davon, wenn Du fühlst es ist da
Du bist gar nicht in Gefahr

Wenn ich mir heut' auch die Finger verbrenn
Es tut mir gar nicht leid
Ist Treue gefährlich ich denke daran
Mal bei Gelegenheit
Heut' will ich's wissen, es ist sonderbar
Morgen werd' ich nicht mehr sein wie ich war
Und das machst Du mir klar

Feuer, Feuer brennt nicht nur im Kamin
Feuer, Feuer brennt doch auch in mir drin
Und es wird heißer und heißer durch Deine Liebe
Feuer, Feuer, dem kann keiner entflieh'n
Feuer, Feuer gibt dem Leben erst Sinn
Lauf' nicht davon, wenn Du fühlst es ist da
Du bist gar nicht in Gefahr

Poppy
Composer(s): R.E. Broughton
Performer(s): Edgar Broughton Band



I laid on a poppy, it laid on me
A lot of thinkin', an' did it all for free
I thought of you, I thought of you

I wanted to swim in the river
But I saw what they had done
All the fish are dyin' in there
And we ain't got no sun
I thought of you, I thought of you

I wandered in a meadow
All that rubbish there
Look at them at the plastic picnic
Talkin' bout the length of my hair
I thought of you, I thought of you

I laid on a poppy, it laid on me
A lot of thinking, an' did it all for free
I thought of you, I thought of you

I'm gonna take a walk in the country
Take a look at that big blue sky
Take a breath of that clean spring air
Before they say die
I thought of you, I thought of you

So
Composer(s): Papa Dee Allen; Harold Brown; B.B. Dickerson; Lonnie Jordan; Charles Miller; Lee Oskar; Howard Scott
Performer(s): War



Now you see not the grass is green
Didn't you know that my love was true
Why did you go
You hurt me so
Why did you go
You hurt me so
Didn't you know
I love you so
I got a girl
And I call her so
And you know that I love her so
She went away She broke my heart
Didn't you know
I love you so
Didn't you know
Now you see not the grass is green
And you knew that my love was true
Why did you go You hurt me so
Why did you go That hurt me so
Didn't you know I love you so
I got a girl And I call her so
Cause I know that you love me so
She went away She broke my heart
And broke my heart She went away
Didn't you know
I love you so
I love you so
didn't you know
My pretty so

Poppa Piccolino
Italian Title: Papaveri E Papere
Composer(s): Vittorio Mascheroni; Bob Musel;
Mario Panzeri; Giuseppe Rastelli
Performer(s): Diana Decker; 
and various other artists



All over Italy they know his concertina
Poppa Piccolino, Poppa Piccolino
He plays so prettily to every signorina
Poppa Piccolino from sunny Italy

Oh listen to the music I hear
Oh Poppa Piccolino is near
To win a smile or maybe a tear
Before travelling on

A vagabond who wanders along
A millionaire, but only in song
As though the world
Might really belong to him

This fellow plays a melody so mellow
That everyone keeps shouting "Bello, Bello"

All over Italy they know his concertina
Poppa Piccolino, Poppa Piccolino
He plays so prettily to every signorina
Poppa Piccolino from sunny Italy

No matter what the calendars show
It can't be spring, and I ought to know
Until I hear him singing "'allo, `allo I'm here again"

A flower in his battered old hat
And a smile for every doggie and cat
And children get the friendliest pat of all

I'll give his name so if you ever meet him
Then you will know exactly how to greet him

All over Italy they know his concertina
Poppa Piccolino, Poppa Piccolino,
He plays so prettily to every signorina
Poppa Piccolino from sunny Italy

Everybody loves Poppa Piccolino 
He has the cutest little monkey to collect the lira 
But one day Poppa Piccolino was very sad 
He lost his concertina, and he couldn't find it anywhere 
and there was no music, and everyone was very unhappy 
But the little monkey found it for him and gave it back to Poppa Piccolino 
and now everybody is happy again

All over Italy they know his concertina
Poppa Piccolino, Poppa Piccolino
He plays so prettily to every signorina
Poppa Piccolino from sunny Italy

Sunny Italy, Sunny Italy

'T Is O.K.
Composer(s): George Kooymans; Eddy Ouwens; Tom Bos
First performance by: Harmony - 1978



Denk je "ik kan er niet meer tegen"
Al die problemen elke dag
Zie je geen zon, maar storm en regen
Is er alleen maar tegenslag

Dan is hier een vrolijk liedje
Voor een probleem het medicijn
Zing 't eens mee, want dan geniet je
Weg met je zorgen, voel je fijn

't Is ok, zing die melodie
Blij en in harmonie
Leef met wat sympathie
Voor mensen om je heen
't Is ok, zing die melodie
Blij, en in harmonie
Streef naar wat sympathie
Dan ben je nooit alleen

Heb je geen cent om iets te kopen
Komen je dromen nooit 'ns uit
En heb je zin om weg te lopen
Neem dan meteen een goed besluit

Kijk om je heen, zie andere mensen
Kijk naar jezelf en zie gelijk
Er is niet eens zo veel te wensen
Als je gezond bent, ben je rijk

't Is ok, zing die melodie
Blij en in harmonie
Leef met wat sympathie
Voor mensen om je heen
't Is ok, zing die melodie
Blij, en in harmonie
Streef naar wat sympathie
Dan ben je nooit alleen

Pop Pop Pop-Pie
Composer(s): John Madara; D. White
Performer(s): The Sherrys; Simone Jackson



Pop Pop Pop-Pie is
The dance of the day, hey
Dance of the day, hey

Pop Pop Pop-Pie, come on
I`ll show you the way

Come on and take a turn
You gotta move to learn
To do the Pop-Pie

Pop Pop Pop-Pie
It`s not as new as it seems
New as it seems
Pop Pop Pop-Pie
Came out of New Orleans

There was rock and roll
The kids all started to
The Pop-Pie

Now clap your hands
Twist your hips, shout
Scream like an alley cat
At midnight, that`s the

Pop Pop, Pop-Pie
Pop Pop, Pop-Pie
Once you get in the groove
You really start to move
Doing the Pop-Pie

Hey

Now clap your hands
Twist your hips, shout
Scream like an alley cat
At midnight, that`s the

Pop Pop, Pop-Pie
Pop Pop, Pop-Pie
Once you get in the groove
You really start to move
Doing the Pop-Pie

Pop Pop Pop-Pie is
The dance of the day, hey
Dance of the day, hey

Pop Pop Pop-Pie, come on
I`ll show you the way
Come on and take a turn.....

Snuggled On Your Shoulder (Cuddled In Your Arms)
Composer(s): Joe Young; Carmen Lombardo
Performer(s): Lew Sherwood
and multiple other artists



Snuggled on your shoulder
Cuddled in your arms
Dreaming while I'm dancing
Thrilled by all your charms

While the music's playing
I'm in ecstacy
Sweetheart, hear me daying
"This is heavenly"

Dancing while lights are low
What a grand sensation
Dancing, you ought to know
You're my inspiration

Let me dance forever
Dream about your charms
Snuggled on your shoulder
Cuddled in your arms

Pop Muzik
Performer(s): Robin Scott



Pop, pop, pop muzik
Pop, pop, pop muzik

Radio, video
Boogie with a suitcase
You're living in a disco
Forget about the rat race
Let's do the milkshake, you're selling like a hot cake
Try some, buy some, fee fie foe fum

Talk about pop muzik
Talk about pop muzik

Shoobie doobie do wop - I wanna dedicate it
Bop bop shoo wop - everybody made it
Shoobie doobie do wop - infiltrate it
Bop bop shoo wop - activate it

New York, London, Paris, Munich
Everybody talk about pop muzik
Talk about pop muzik
Talk about pop muzik
Pop, pop, pop muzik
Pop, pop, pop muzik

Sing it in the subway
Shuffle with a shoe shine
Mix me a Molotov
I'm on the hit line
Wanna be a gun slinger, don't be a rock singer
Eenie meenie miney moe, which-a-way you wanna go

Talk about pop muzik
Talk about pop muzik

Shoobie doobie do wop - right in between me
Bop bop shoo wop - me me me me
Shoobie doobie do wop - right in betweenie
Bop bop shoo wop - you know what I meanie
Hit it!

Now you know what to say
Talk about pop muzik
Talk about pop muzik
Pop, pop, pop muzik
Pop, pop, pop muzik

All around the world
Where ever you are
Dance in the street, anything you like
Do it in your car in the middle of the night
La la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la

Dance in the super mart
Dig it in the fast lane
Listen to the countdown
They're playing our song again
I can't get "Jumping Jack," I wanna hold "Get Back"
Moonlight Muzak, knick knack paddywhack

Talk about pop muzik
Talk about pop muzik

Shoobie doobie do wop - it's all around you
Bop bop shoo wop - they wanna surround you
Shoobie doobie do wop - it's all around you
Bop bop shoo wop - hit it!

New York, London, Paris, Munich
Everybody talk about, mm, pop muzik
Talk about pop muzik
Talk about pop muzik
Pop, pop, pop muzik
Pop, pop, pop muzik

L'amour Ça Fait Chanter La Vie
First performance by: Jean Vallée - 1978



L'amour ça vous met dans le coeur
Des crayons de couleurs
Pour dessiner le monde
L'amour on devient musicien
De vrais petits Chopin
Rien que pour une blonde
L'amour c'est tellement fantastique
Ça met le bonheur en musique
Ça rit de toute sa symphonie
L'amour ça fait changer la vie

L'amour ça vous met dans les yeux
Un regard fabuleux
Qui vous change un visage
L'amour ça vous donne des ailes
Pour monter dans le ciel
Jusqu'au septième étage
L'amour c'est tellement fantastique
Ça met le bonheur en musique
Ça rit de toute sa symphonie
L'amour ça fait changer la vie

L'amour c'est un grand magicien
Qui vous change un chagrin
En moins d'une seconde
L'amour en un mot comme en cent
Ça vous donne vingt ans
Dans tous les coins du monde
L'amour c'est tellement fantastique
Ça met le bonheur en musique
Ça rit de toute sa symphonie
L'amour ça fait chanter la vie
La vie!

Pop Life
Composer(s): Prince
Performer(s): Prince;
and various other artists



What's the matter with your life 
Is the poverty bringing U down? 
Is the mailman jerking U 'round? 
Did he put your million dollar check 
In someone else's box? 

Tell me, what's the matter with your world 
Was it a boy when U wanted a girl? (Boy when u wanted a girl) 
Don't U know straight hair ain't got no curl (No curl) 
Life it ain't real funky 
Unless it's got that pop 
Dig it 

Pop life 
Everybody needs a thrill 
Pop life 
We all got a space 2 fill 
Pop life 
Everybody can't be on top 
But life it ain't real funky 
Unless it's got that pop 
Dig it 

Tell me, what's that underneath your hair? 
Is there anybody living there? (Anybody living there) 
U can't get over, if U say U just don't care (Don't care) 
Show me a boy who stays in school 
And I'll show U a boy aware! 
Dig it 

Pop life 
Everybody needs a thrill 
Pop life 
We all got a space 2 fill 
Pop life 
Everybody can't be on top 
But life it ain't real funky 
Unless it's got that pop 
Dig it 

What U putting in your nose? 
Is that where all your money goes (Is that where your money goes) 
The river of addiction flows 
U think it's hot, but there won't be no water 
When the fire blows 
Dig it 

Pop life 
Everybody needs a thrill 
Pop life 
We all got a space 2 fill 
Pop life 
Everybody wants to be on top 
But life it ain't real funky 
Unless it's got that pop 
Dig it 

Pop life 
Everybody needs a thrill 
Pop life 
We all got a space 2 fill 
Pop life 
Everybody can't be on top 
But life it ain't real funky 
Unless it's got that pop 
Dig it

Snowflakes And Teardrops
Composer(s): Bob Feldman; Jerry Goldstein; Richard Gottehrer
Performer(s): The Angels



Snowflakes and teardrops and
Heartaches that won't stop
Because he went away
My winter's here to stay
And I'm alone

(Snow falling outside and tears falling inside)
I just can't help but cry
While snowflakes fill the sky
I keep wishing he were here with me

Outside there's a winter wonderland
Kids are laughing having fun
While inside I'm having none
Since my one and only one has left me

Snowflakes and teardrops and
heartaches that won't stop
uuuhhh uuuuhhh uuuhhh uuuuhhh
uuuhhh uuuuhhh uuuhhh uuuuhhh
uuuhhh uuuuhhh

Outside there's a winter wonderland
Kids are laughing having fun
I'm inside and having none
Since my one and only one has left me

Snowflakes and teardrops and
Heartaches that won't stop
Because he went away my winter's here to stay
And I'm alone

Yes I'm alone, so all alone
uuuuhhh, uuuuhhh ah uuuuhhhh

Pop Hates The Beatles
Composer(s): Lou Busch; Richard M. Sherman; Robert B. Sherman
Performer(s): Allan Sherman



My daughter needs a new phonograph
She wore out all the needles
Besides, I broke the old one in half
I hate the Beatles

She says they have a Liverpool beat
She says they used to play there
Four nice kids from offa the street
Why didn't they stay there? 

What is all the screaming about? 
Fainting and swooning
Sounds to me like their guitars 
Could use a little tuning

The boys are from the British Empire
The British think they're keen
If that is what the British desire
God Save The Queen

No daughter of mine can push me around
In my house I'm the master
But when the British come to town
Gad, what a disaster

Little girls in sneakers and jeans
Destroyed the territory
'Twas like some of the gorier scenes 
From The West Side Story

Of course my daughter had to go there
The tickets are cheap, she hollers
I was able to pick up a pair 
For forty-seven dollars

When the Beatles come on the stage
They scream and shriek and cheer them
Now I know why they're such a rage
It's impossibe to hear them

Ringo is the one with the drum
The others all play with him
It shows you what a boy can become 
Without a sense of rhythm

There's Beatle books and T-shirts and rings
And one thing and another
To buy my daughter all of these things
I had to sell her brother

Back in 1776 
We fought the British then, folks
Parents of America
It's time to do it again, folks

When they come back, here's how we'll begin
We'll throw 'em in Boston harbor
But please, before we toss 'em all in
Let's take 'em to a barber

Vivre
Composer(s): Alain Morisod; Pierre Alain
First performance by: Carole Vinci - 1978



Pourquoi ne pas croire à la belle histoire 	
Qui fait chanter le cœur et les saisons? 	
Je veux tout oublier dans tes bras 	
Et tout recommencer avec toi 	
Partager les couleurs et les chansons 	
 	 
Pourquoi ne pas suivre cette belle histoire? 	
Pourquoi ne pas sourire au nouveau jour? 	
Nous nous évaderons, mon amour 	
Et nous retrouverons la chanson 	
Que nous vivrons enfin à l'unisson 	
 	 
Vivre, nous allons vivre un million de bonheurs 	
Pour traverser les heures comme des oiseaux libres 	
Vivre, je veux le vivre, ce rêve musical 	
Pour cueillir les étoiles de l'amour 	
 	 
Pourquoi ne pas croire à la belle histoire 	
Qui fait chanter le cœur et le printemps? 	
Ma vie a commencé avec toi 	
Le soleil s'est levé dans la joie 	
Tu m'as fait retrouver mon cœur d'enfant 	
 	 
Vivre, je veux le vivre, ce rêve musical 	
Pour cueillir les étoiles de l'amour 	
Vivre, nous allons vivre 	
Et renverser les heures 	
Pour cueillir les étoiles du bonheur

Pop A Top 
Composer(s): Nat Stuckey
Performer(s): Jim Ed Brown;
and various other artists



Pop a top again
I just got time for one more round
Sit em up my friends
Then I'll be gone
Then you can let some other fool sit down

I'd like for you'd to listen to a joke I heard today
From a woman who said she was through and calmly walked away
I'd tried to smile and did a while it felt so outta place
Did you ever hear of a clown with tears drops streaming down his face

Pop a top again
I think I'll have another round
Sit em up my friend
Then I'll be gone and you can let some other fool sit down

Home for me is misery and here I am wasting time
Cause a row of fools on a row of stools is not what's on my mind
But then you see her leaving me it's not what I perfer
So it's either here just drinking beer or at home remembering her

Pop a top again
I think I'll have another round
Sit em up my friend  
Then I'll be gone and you can let some other fool sit down
Pop a top again

Snowblind Friend 
Composer(s): Hoyt Axton
First release by: Hoyt Axton - 1969
Covered by multiple other artists



You say it was this morning when you last saw your good friend
Lyin' on the pavement with a misery on his brain
Stoned on some new potion he found upon the wall
Of some unholy bathroom in some ungodly hall
He only had a dollar to live on 'til next Monday
But he spent it on some comfort for his mind
Did you say you think he's blind?

Someone should call his parents, a sister or a brother
And they'll come to take him back home on a bus
But he'll always be a problem to his poor and puzzled mother
Yeah he'll always be another one of us
He said he wanted Heaven but prayin' was too slow
So he bought a one way ticket on an airline made of snow
Did you say you saw your good friend flyin' low 

Poor, Poor Pitiful Me
Composer(s): Warren Zevon
Performer(s): Warren Zevon;
and various other artists



I'd lay my head on the railroad tracks
And wait for the Double E
But the railroad don't run no more
Poor, poor pitiful me

Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
These young girls won't let me be
Lord have mercy on me
Woe is me

Well, I met a girl in West Hollywood
I ain't naming names
She really worked me over good
She was just like Jesse James
She really worked me over good
She was a credit to her gender
She put me through some changes, Lord
Sort of like a Waring blender

Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
These young girls won't let me be
Lord have mercy on me
Woe is me

Well, I met a girl at the Rainbow bar
She asked me if I'd beat her
She took me back to the Hyatt House
I don't want to talk about it

Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
These young girls won't let me be
Lord have mercy on me
Woe is me

Bad Old Days
Composer(s): Stephanie de Sykes - Stuart Slater
First performance by: Coco - 1978



Remember me?
I was tossed and turnin' like a ship without a sea
I was lost for learnin' like a song without a key
Remember when
I was all alone without a soul to call my friend?
Who'd have thought those days would ever end?
 
Those were the bad old days
Before I had your love to guide me
Sad old days
You set me free from all those bad old days
You put all the good inside of me
 
Those were the bad old days
(Those were the sad old days)
Before I had you there besides me
Sad old days
And can't you see? - you took the bad old days
And you put all the good inside of me
 
Remember who
Walked into my life and put their foot inside my shoe
Now what was just a place for one is home for two
Remember why
I'm gonna stay with you until the day I die
We can watch the good old days go by
 
Those were the bad old days
Before I had your love to guide me
Sad old days
You set me free from all those bad old days
You put all the good inside of me
 
Oh dooby-doo...
Dooby-dooby-dooby-doo...
Aah...
 
Those were the bad old days
(Those were the sad old days)
Before I had you there beside me
Sad old days
(Those were the sad old days)
And can't you see you took the bad old days
And you put all the good inside of me?
 
(Those were the bad old days)
(Those were the bad old days)
You put all the good inside of me
(Those were the bad old days)
Ah...
(Those were the bad old days)
You put all the good inside of me

Poor Whip, Poor Will (Move Over, Move Over)
Composer(s): Jimmy Kennedy; Nat Simon
Performer(s): Rosemary Clooney; The Bell Sisters



Under the moonlight
Out on the hill
I hear the call
Of a lone whip-poor-will

He's got no love bird
To sit on his knee
And I got no darlin'
So lonesome are we

Poor Whip-Poor-Will
We're both up a tree
Move over! Move over!
And make room for me

Poor Whip-Poor-Will
How blue can we be?
Move over! Move over!
And make room for me

I had a sweetheart
Sweet as could be
Last night he said
He'd go walkin' with me

True, he went walkin'
But with someone new
And that's why I'm lonesome
And feelin' like you

You're The Reason Our Kids Are Ugly
Composer(s): Lola Jean Dillon; L.E. White
Performer(s): Loretta Lynn & Conway Twitty
and multiple other artists



Conway:
Well, you're the reason I'm ridin' around on big-capped tires

Loretta:
And you're the reason I'm hangin' our clothes outside on wires

Both:
And you're the reason our kids are ugly, little darlin'
Oh, but looks ain't everything
And money ain't everything
But I love you just the same

Conway:
Well, you're the reason I changed to beer from soda pop

Loretta:
And you're the reason I never get to go to the beauty shop

Both:
And you're the reason our kids are ugly, little darlin'
Oh, but looks ain't everything
And money ain't everything
But I love you just the same

Both:
I guess that we won't ever have everything we need
'Cause when we get ahead, it's got a double mouth to feed

Loretta:
And that's the reason my good looks, and my figure is gone

Conway:
And that's the reason that I ain't got no hair to comb

Both:
And you're the reason our kids are ugly, little darlin'
Oh, but looks ain't everything
And money ain't everything
But I love you just the same

Loretta: Conway, why in the devil don't you go and shave, and put on a clean pair of pants?

Conway: But Loretta, look at yourself 
I wish you'd take them curlers outta your hair and go put on a little make-up and get outta that housecoat before supper

Loretta: Well let me tell you somethin' Conway 
Considering everything that I went through today, I look like a movie star

Conway: Yeah, Ruth Buzzi

Loretta: Thank you

Conway: Besides that, all of our kids took after your part of the family anyways

Loretta: Oh, they did, huh? What about the ones that's bald?

Conway: Well, I guess you might say they took after me

Poor Tom
Composer(s): Jimmy Page; Robert Plant
Performer(s): Led Zeppelin; Robert Walter



Here's a tale of Tom
Who worked the railroads long
His wife would cook his meal
As he would change the wheel

Poor Tom, Seventh Son, Always knew what's goin on
Ain't a thing that you can hide from Tom
There ain't nothing that you can hide from Tom

Worked for thirty years
Sharing hopes and fears
Dreamin' of the day
He could turn and say

Poor Tom, work's done, been lazin' out in the noonday sun

Ain't a thing that you can hide from Tom

His wife was Annie Mae
With any man a game she'd play
When Tom was out of town
She couldn't keep her dress down

Poor Tom, Seventh Son, always knew what's goin on

Ain't a thing that you can hide from Tom

And so it was one day
He got wise to Annie Mae
Tom stood, a gun in his hand
And stopped her runnin' around

Poor Tom, Seventh Son, gotta die for what you've done

All those years of work are thrown away
To ease your mind is that all you can say?

But what about that grandson on your knee?
Them railroad songs, Tom would sing to me

Ain't nothing that you can hide from Tom

Keep-a Truckin'