O Carole
((Adapted from: Carol (Chuck Berry) - 1958))
Composer(s): Chuck Berry - Manou Roblin
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday - 1964
Versions In Other Languages:
1977 - Oh Dearne (Normaal)
1977 - Karola Petersen (Torfrock)


O Carole
Ne me regarde pas comme ça
Ce soir si je suis là
C'est pour te dire
Qu'il ne viendra pas
Ça ne vaut pas la peine de pleurer pour ça
Tu le remplaceras
D'ici huit jours, tu l'oublieras
Maintenant dans tes yeux
Toute la joie s'est envolée
Sèche tes larmes, oublie tout ça
Avec moi, viens danser
Et quand il saura que tu t'es consolée dans mes bras
Ce jour-là, peut-être, il reviendra vers toi
O Carole
Ne me regarde pas comme ça
Ce soir si je suis là
C'est parc'que tu es tout pour moi
O Carole
Tu danses dans mes bras mais tu es loin de moi
Ouais, tu penses à celui qui ne viendra pas
Mais je crois bien que c'est lui que j'aperçois là-bas
Il vient tout droit vers toi, tu lui souris déjà
Il est trop tard pour moi, c'est bien fini
Et oui, déjà, on dirait qu'il a changé d'avis
O Carole
Ne me regarde comme ça
Il y a trop de joie dans tes yeux
C'est bien fini pour moi
O Carole
Ne me regarde comme ça
Il y a trop de joie dans tes yeux
C'est bien fini pour moi

Barefoot Baby
Composer(s): Carl Barefoot - Carl Stutz
Performer(s): Janis Martin; Laura Jo DeWitt; Shorty Long



The cat I love has got the blues
'Cause his feet won't fit in his blue suede shoes
Oh, barefoot baby, barefoot baby
He's my shoes, barefoot baby
Barefoot baby, barefoot baby
I love him so and I don't mean maybe
Got no leather for his feet
But my brefoot baby is oh, so sweet
He can wiggle his hips and wiggle his nose
But the gals go crazy when he wiggles his toes
Oh, barefoot baby, barefoot baby
He's my shoes, barefoot baby
Barefoot baby, barefoot baby
I love him so and I don't mean maybe
Got no leather for his feet
But my brefoot baby is oh, so sweet
He's a real cool cat with his crewcut hair
And the cat's meouw when his feet are bare
Oh, barefoot baby, barefoot baby
He's my shoes, barefoot baby
Barefoot baby, barefoot baby
I love him so and I don't mean maybe
Got no leather for his feet
But my brefoot baby is oh, so sweet
Each time we dance, he says to me
"Kick your shoes off, baby, let your feet fly free"
Oh, barefoot baby, barefoot baby
He's my shoes, barefoot baby
Barefoot baby, barefoot baby
I love him so and I don't mean maybe
Got no leather for his feet
But my barefoot baby is oh, so sweet

O' Captain, My Captain
From "American Song"
Composer(s): John Leavitt; Walt Whitman
Performer(s): David Broza


O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done
The ship has weathered every rack
the prize we sought is won
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red
Where on the deck my Captain lies
Fallen cold and dead

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells
Rise up -- for you the flag is flung -- for you the bugle trills
For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths -- for you the shores accrowding
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck
You've fallen cold and dead

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will
The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I, with mournful tread
Walk the deck my Captain lies
Fallen cold and dead

It Isn't Fair
Composer(s): Richard Himber; Sylvester Sprigato; Frank Warshauer
Performer(s): Rita Smith
and multiple other artists



It isn't fair for you to taunt me
How can you make me care this way
It isn't fair for you to want me
If it's just for a day

It isn't fair for you to thrill me
Why do you do the things you do
It isn't fair for you to fill me
With those dreams that can't come true, Dear

Why is it you came into my life
And made it complete
You gave me just a taste of high life
If this is love then I repeat

It isn't fair for you to taunt me
How can you make me care this way
It isn't fair for you to want me
If it's just for today

My Darling, it isn't fair

Cantador
((Adapted from: Like A Lover (by Sergio Mendes & Brasil '66) - 1968))
Composer(s): Dorival Caymmi - Nelson Motta
Performer(s): Patti Cathcart & Tuck Andress - 1989



Amanhece, preciso ir
Meu caminho é sem volta e sem ninguém
Eu vou prá onde a estrada levar
Cantador só sei cantar
Ah! eu canto a dor
Canto a vida e a morte, canto o amor
Cantador não escolhe o seu cantar
Canta o mundo que vê
E pro mundo que vi meu canto é dor
Mas é forte prá espantar a morte
Prá todos ouvirem minha voz
Mesmo longe
De que servem meu canto e eu
Se em meu peito há um amor que não morreu
Ah! se eu soubesse ao menos chorar
Cantador só sei cantar
Ah! Eu canto a dor
De uma vida perdida sem amor

Bangers And Mash
Composer(s): David Lee - Herbert Kretzmer
Performer(s): Peter Sellers & Sophia Loren



Him: I met her down in Napoli and didn't she look great?
And so I brought her back to Blighty just to show me mates
And though we're married happily I'll tell you furthermore
I haven't had a decent meal since 1944

Her: Eat your minestrone, Joe
Him: That's all you ever say
Her: Eat your macaroni, Joe
Him: Ever blinking day
Her: No wonder you're so bony, Joe, and skinny as a rake
Him: Well then, give us a bash at the bangers and mash me mother used to make

Him: Bangers and mash
Her: Minestrone
Him: Bangers and mash
Her: Macaroni
Him: Give us a bash at the bangers and mash me mother used to make

Her: Eat your tagliatelle, Joe
Him: That's all I've heard for years
Her: Eat your vermicelli, Joe
Him: It's coming out me ears!
Her: You've got to fill your belly, Joe, Joe for heaven's sake!
Him: Well then, give us a bash at the bangers and mash me mother used to make

Her: Well alright!
Him: Bangers and mash
Her: Tagliatelle
Him: Bangers and mash
Her: Vermicelli
Him: Give us a bash at the bangers and mash me mother used to make

Reporter: 1943: Allied forces land in Italy
Him: There's a smashing-looking bird over there, Bert 
I think she's showing out there
Bert: [Camp] Well why don't you chat her up, then?
Him: Right 
Bon-giorno, sig-noreena there 
Here, are you married?
Her: Drop-a dead-a
Him: There you are, you can't have a fairer answer than that, can you?

Her: I met him back in Italy, so dashing and good-looking
He wined me and he dined me every night
He said I smiled so prettily and how he loved my cooking
But since he's married me it seems he's lost his appetite

Him: Eat-a your tagliatelle, Soph
Her: That's all you ever say
Him: Eat-a your vermicelli, Soph
Her: Ooh! Every blooming day
Him: You've-a got to fill your belly, Soph, Soph for heaven's sake!
Her: Well then, give us a bash at the bangers and mash your mother used to make

Him: Bangers and-a mash
Her: Minestrone
Him: Bangers and-a mash
Her: Macaroni
Him: Give me a bash with the banger and the mash like the same one that your mother was — what are you laughing at now? 
Now, this is miserable, please!

Her: Joe?
Him: Yes?
Her: Why don't you belt up, or I'll give you a punch up the throat!
Him: Now she's-a tells me 
Ha! Mamma mia! 

(Our Love) Don't Throw It All Away
Performer(s): Andy Gibb


Maybe I don't wanna know the reason why
But lately you don't talk to me
Darling I can't see me in your eyes
I hold you near but you're so far away
And it's losing you I can't believe
To watch you leave and let this feeling die
You alone are the living thing that keeps me alive
And tomorrow if I'm here without your love 
You know I can't survive
Only my love can raise you high above it all 

Don't throw it all away, our love, our love
Don't throw it all away, our love
Don't throw it all away, our love, our love
Don't throw it all away, our love 

(break) 

We can take the darkness and make if full of light 
But let your love flow back to me
How can you leave and let this feeling die 
This happy room will be a lonely place when you are gone
And I won't even have your shoulders for the crying on 
No other women's love could be as true, I'm begging you

We changed the world we made it ours to hold
But dreams are made for those who really try
This losing you is real 
But I still feel you here inside

It Is Obvious
Composer(s): Syd Barrett
Performer(s): Syd Barrett



It is obvious, may I say oh baby
That it is found on another plane
Yes I can creep into cupboards, sleep in the hall
Your stars, my stars, a simple cock bars
Only an impulse -- pie in the sky

Mumma listen dolly drift over your mind holly
Creep into bed when your head's on the ground
She held the torch on the porch and she winked an eye

The reason it is written on the brambles
Stranded on the spikes, my blood red, oh listen
Remember those times I could call through the clear day time
and you'd be there?
And braver and braver, a handkerchief waver

Growing together, the good of each other
Wandering, stumbling, fumbling, rumbling
Minds shot together, our minds shot together

So equally over a valley, a hill wood,
on quarry stood each of us crying
A velvet curtain of gray
marked the blanket where sparrows play
And the trees by the waving corn, stranded
My legs moved the last empty inches to you
The softness, the warmth and the weather in suspense
Mog to a grog, the scar of white chalk
Minds shot together, our minds shot together

(Open Up The Door) Let The Good Times In
Composer(s): Mitch Torok; Ramona Redd
Performer(s): Dean Martin


I woke up this mornin'
Toes out of my shoes
Cold north wind's ahowlin'
Bringin' me the blues
I said, "blues, good mornin'
I don't wanna fight
'Scuse me while I have a smoke
If I can find a light"
Open up the door and let the good times in
Don't let nothin' stand in your way
Just open up the door and let the good times in
Tomorrow's gonna be better than today

I went to that cupboard
Found the cupboard bare
What happened to that sip of wine
I had hidden there
Over in the corner
A little mouse laid on its side
He was wearin' such a grin
I thought the mouse had died
Open up the door and let the good times in
Don't let nothin' stand in your way
Just open up the door and let the good times in
Tomorrow's gonna be a better than today

I went called my baby
When she got to the phone
I kinda had a little feelin'
My baby was not alone
She said, "daddy, I'm busy
Call some other time"
I don't need that woman, but I sure could use the dime
Open up the door and let the good times in
Don't let nothin' stand in your way
Just open up the door and let the good times in
Tomorrow's gonna be a better than today
Tomorrow's gonna be a better than today
Tomorrow's gonna be a better than today

Toys For Tots
Composer(s): Sammy Fain; Paul Francis Webster
Performer(s): Peggy Lee



The joy of living
Is in the giving
So let's give lots of toys for tots
Toys, toys, toys for tots
You can be a Santa
If you will lend a hand
Yessirree, there never will be an empty stocking in the land

"Some have too many
some haven't any
If those who have
give those who haven't
Oh, what a Christmas Day!
The Marine Reserve will help you
Will help you fill your sleigh
With lots and lots of toys for tots
So give a little toy today"

(Oh Why, Oh Why, Did I Ever Leave) Wyoming
Composer(s): Morey Amsterdam
Performer(s):
Dick Jurgens & His Orch.; Jerry Colonna


Oh! Give me back my prairie
with the cattle and wild game
Where the hills are nice and curvy 
and the women are the same
Where cowboys all yell "Whoopee!" while a lariat they twirl
And the timber wolves yell "Timber!" when they see a pretty girl

Why, oh why, did I ever leave Wyoming?
Why, oh why did I ever have to go?
Oh why, oh why, did I ever leave Wyoming?
`Cause there's a sheriff back there lookin' for me high and low and
high and low and high and low ....

Back home in old Wyomin' folks are actin' mighty strange
Since they started social climbin' how they've changed the good old range
Our farm is now a dude ranch and there's carpet on the trails
The cowboys wear tuxedos and the horses all wear tails, Ooooh

Why, oh why, did I ever leave Wyoming?
Why, oh why did I ever have to go?
Oh why, oh why, did I ever leave Wyoming?
`Cause there's a sheriff back there lookin' for me high and low and
high and low and high and low ....

My Uncle Max in Cheyenne he's honest as the sun
He worked six years in a bathhouse and he never took a one
The sheriff fin'lly got him and no more will Uncle roam
They caught him workin' in a bank and takin' samples home

Why, oh why, did I ever leave Wyoming?
Why, oh why did I ever have to go?
Oh why, oh why, did I ever leave Wyoming?
`Cause there's a sheriff back there lookin' for me high and low and
high and low and high and low!

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As recorded by Jerry Colonna:



Why, oh why, did I ever leave Wyoming
Why, oh why, did I ever have to go
Why, oh why, did I ever leave Wyoming
'Cause there is someone back there lookin' for me high and low and ....

Oooooh, give me back my prarie and my cattle and wild game
Where the hills are nice and curvy and the women are the same
Where skies are always bluer and the cowboys sound so sad
Where men are punchin' cattle and Mother's punchin' Dad

Oh why, oh why, did I ever leave Wyoming
Why, oh why, did I ever have to go
Why, oh why, did I ever leave Wyoming
'Cause there is someone back there looking for me high and low and
high and low and ....

I used to live in Cheyenne, that's a lovely place to see
To ride along the rollin' plains just east of Laramie
The sheriff almost caught me and that's why I have to roam
He saw me workin' in a bank and takin' samples home

Oh why, oh why, did I ever leave Wyoming
Why, oh why, did I ever have to go
Why, oh why, did I ever leave Wyoming
'Cause there's a sheriff back there lookin' for me high and low and
high and low

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It Is No Secret 
Composer(s): Stuart Hamblen
First recording/First release by: Stuart Hamblen - 1950
Covered by multiple other artists



The chimes of time ring out the news
Another day is through
Someone slipped and fell
Was that someone you?

You may have longed for added strength
Your courage to renew
Do not be disheartened
For I have news for you

It is no secret what God can do
What He's done for others, He'll do for you
With arms wide open, He'll pardon you
It is no secret what God can do

There is no night for in His light
You never walk alone
Always feel at home
Wherever you may go

There is no power can conquer you
While God is on your side
Take Him at His promise
Don't run away and hide

It is no secret what God can do
What He's done for others, He'll do for you
With arms wide open, He'll pardon you
It is no secret what God can do

No Night So Long
Composer(s): Will Jennings; Richard Kerr
Performer(s): Dionne Warwick



An old friend told me that you just ran out of chances
One too many dances down the narrow street of time
Remember how we faced the world, like two tramps shining
Please, don't let that magic ever end
Don't forget what we learned living on the wind

No night so long that you can't find the day
no day so wrong that you can't find your way
Call on me like you used to do
I still can show you who you are

That day the long and dusty road had us both crying
We used up our last joke just to try to smile a again
And only now I find I know what we were learning
Though it's dark and you have traveled far
Ev'ry long night gives you one bright shining star

No night so long that you can't find the day
no day so wrong that you can't find your way
Call on me like you used to do
I can still show you who you are

Deep in the night you know that you'll find
Deep in the night you know that you'll find the way
No night so long that you can't find the day
no day so wrong that you can't find your way
Call on me like you used to do
I still can show you who you are
No night so long that you can't find the day
No day so wrong that you can't find your way

Don't Forget To Feed The Reindeer
Composer(s): Peggy Lee
Performer(s): Peggy Lee; The Lounge-O-Leers



Have you been a good little angel?
Santa Claus soon will be on his way

And he'll bring his eight little reindeer
Pulling the toys in his great big sleigh

So don't forget to feed the reindeer
Angels are friends of the reindeer too
And if you are a good little angel
Santa Claus will be good to you
Hear that jingle off in the distance
What is that happy sound I hear?

Could it be the spirit of Christmas
Santa Claus and his tiny reindeer

Oh don't forget to feed the reindeer
Angels are friends of the reindeer too
And if you are a good little angel
Santa Claus will be good to you

Here they come now up on the rooftop
Santa Claus' sleigh and his reindeer too

Hear those bells now, oh how they jingle
And he has toys in his bag for you

Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, and Vixen
Pulling that sleigh, oh I do believe

Cupid, Comet, Donner, and Blitzen
Always on time for Christmas Eve
Let's not forget to feed the reindeer
Angels are friends of the reindeer too
And if you are a good little angel
Santa Claus will be good to you

No More The Fool
Composer(s): Russ Ballard
Performer(s): Elkie Brooks; Anna Vissi



Just why I stayed around 
When all I found was a heartache 
I believed your every word 
Didn't know the hurt and pain that you'd make 

But why did it take so long 
Alas, now I've seen the light 
I found the heart to say 

No more the fool 
Who waits around 
Waitin' for you to bring me down 
Those days are gone now 

No more the nights 
Layin' awake 
Cryin' and waitin' for the day to break 

No more the sound as my dreams fall and hit the ground 
While I'm waitin' around 
No more the fool 

You thought I'd break 
Then you were wrong 
That I wouldn't see what's goin' on 
But I knew 

Here I am 
I'm alive 
And you'll see I'll survive 
Without you 

And I won't be the one who comes runnin' 
It ain't like it used to be 
It's your turn to run to me 

No more the fool ... 
All the nights I waited for you to call 
I waited for a sign that you would stay 
But it's so clear 
You didn't care at all 

No more the fool 

No more the fool 
Who waits around 
No more the fool 
No more the clown 
No more the fool 

No more the sight 
No more the sound 
And hit the ground 
No more the fool 

No more the fool ... 
No more the fool 
No more the sight 
No more the sound 
No more the fool

It Hurts To Be In Love
Composer(s): Howard Greenfield; Helen Miller
Performer(s): Gene Pitney



It hurts to be in love when the only you love
Turns out to be someone who's Not In Love With You
It hurts to love her so when deep down inside you know
She will never want you No Matter What You Do
And so you cry a little bit (it hurts to be in love)
Ah, I die a little bit (it hurts to be in love)
Day and night, night and day, it hurts to be in love this way
How can long can I exist wanting lips I've never kissed?
She gives all her kisses To Somebody Else
She thinks I'm just a friend, though it hurts I must pretend
The only way to keep her is Keep 'Er To Myself
And so I cry a little bit (it hurts to be in love)
Ah, I die a little bit (it hurts to be in love)
Day and night, night and day, it hurts to be in love this way

And so I cry a little bit (it hurts to be in love)
Ah, I die a little bit (it hurts to be in love)
Day and night, night and day, it hurts to be in love this way
It hurts to be in love, day and night, night and day
It hurts to be in love, night and day, day and night
It hurts to be in love, day and night, night and day

No More Mr. Nice Guy
Composer(s): Michael Bruce; Alice Cooper
Performer(s): Alice Cooper;
and various other artists



I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing
'Till they got a hold of me
I opened doors for little old ladies
I helped the blind to see
I got no friends 'cause they read the papers
They can't be seen with me
And I'm gettin' real shot down
And I'm feelin' mean
No more Mister Nice Guy
No more Mister Clean
No more Mister Nice Guy

They say he's sick, he's obscene
I got no friends 'cause they read the papers
They can't be seen with me
And I'm feelin' real shot down
And I'm, I'm gettin' mean
No more Mister Nice Guy
No more Mister Clean
No more Mister Nice Guy

They say he's sick, he's obscene
My dog bit me on the leg today
My cat clawed my eye
Mom's been thrown out of the social circles
And dad has to hide
I went to church incognito
When everybody rose, the Reverend Smithy
He recognized me and punched me in the nose
He said, no more Mister Nice Guy
No more Mister Clean
No more Mister Nice Guy
He said you're sick, you're obscene
No more Mister Nice Guy
No more Mister Clean
No more Mister Nice Guy
He said you're sick, you're obscene
scene, obscene
scene, obscene

The Christmas Spell
Composer(s): J. Palmer; Willard Robison
Performer(s): Peggy Lee



When you walk down the street
and a stranger you meet
smiles a 'how do you do'
You can tell
The Christmas Spell

Every heart heart gets a lift
when they buy that certain gift
for a somebody who loves so well
The Christmas Spell

You see frosty little noses
Red as little roses
Pressed on every toy store window pane

Once again you stop and mingle
in the spirit of Kris Kringle
Every leather jingle bell
Ringing happy Noel

This old world couldn't fail
If that feeling would prevail
Every day in the year
Life would be so swell
In every heart would dwell
The Christmas Spell

Once again you stop and mingle
in the spirit of Kris Kringle
Every leather jingle bell
Ringing happy Noel

This old world couldn't fail
if that feeling would prevail
Every day in the year
Life would be so swell
In every heart would dwell
The Christmas Spell

No More Lovers
Composer(s): Arthur "Big Boy" Crudup; A. Jackson
Performer(s): Arthur "Big Boy" Crudup



We won't be no more lovers, we gon' be old friends
We won't be no more lovers, we gonna be old friends
You can help me find a woman, I'll help you with your man
I was in love with you baby, you was in love with someone else
I was in love with you baby, you was in love with someone else
You know darn well that I loved you, and wanted you for myself
I even tried to love when I knew you was untrue
I even tried to love when I knew you was untrue
You went away and left me, I'll find someone who is true

It Hurts Me
((French Version: Ça Fait Mal (by Johnny Hallyday) - 1964)
Composer(s): Joy Byers - Charles E. Daniels
First release by: Elvis Presley - 1964
Covered by multiple other artists



It hurts me to see him treat you the way he does
It hurts me to see sit and cry
When I know I could be so true
If I had someone like you
It hurts me to see those tears in your eyes

The whole town is talking, they're callin' you a fool
For listening to his same old lies
And when I know I could be so true
If I had someone like you
It hurts me to see the way he makes you cry

You love him too much, you're too blind to see
He's only playing a game
But he's never loved you
He never will
And darling, don't you know he will never change

Oh, I know he never will set you free
Because he's just that kind of guy
But if you ever tell him you're through
I'll be waiting for you
Waiting to hold you so tight
Waiting to kiss you goodnight
Yes, darling, if I had someone like you