A Little Bit Of Heaven (Shure, They Called It Ireland)
Composer(s): Ernest R. Ball - Jacob Keirn Brennan
Performer(s): Chauncey Olcott
and multiple other artists



There's a dear old land of leprechauns
And wondrous wishing wells
And nowhere else on God's green Earth
There be such lakes and dells

No wonder that the angels love
That shamrock covered shore
It draws my heart home again
And I love it more and more

Have you ever heard the story of
How Ireland got its name
Well, I'll tell you so you'll understand
From whence old Ireland came

No wonder that I love
That dear old land across the sea
For here's the way my dear old Father
Told the tale to me.....

Shure, a little bit of heaven fell
From out the sky one day
And it nestled on the ocean
In a spot so far away

And when the angels found it
Shure, it looked so sweet and fair
They said, "Suppose we leave it
For it looks so peaceful there"

So they sprinkled it with stardust
Just to make the shamrocks grow
`Tis the only place you'll find them
No matter where you go

Then they dotted it with silver
To make its lakes so grand
And when they had it finished
Shure, they called it Ireland!

Hospitalité
Composer(s): Guy Thomas
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat



Quand vous viendrez chez moi gn'aura pas à s'en faire
La porte s'ouvrira gn'aura le corridor
Et vous serez chez vous souris dans un gruyère
Les volets seront mis pour oublier dehors

Je vous verrai venir ô ma moitié d'orange
Je vous attends depuis si longtemps souffle court
Je serai tout à coup saisi d'un mal étrange
Je serai sans parler je serai sans bonjour

Mais vous aurez déjà posé votre mantille
Vous m'aurez rapporté de la tarte aux copeaux
De la glace aux genêts du pâté de jonquilles
Vous saurez tout déjà vous serez du bateau

Vous serez au courant vous serez affranchie
Vous prendrez  votre assiette au fond du poussiéreux
Et je vous couperai le quignon d'anarchie
Dans la miche du pauvre avec un couteau feu

Le chien n'est pas méchant qui grogne à tous les diables
Qui m'aide à renvoyer proprement les salauds
Il viendra simplement se coucher sous la table
Et donner de la gueule aux coups de godillots

O ma cruelle amante, ô ma fragile épaule
Ma nudité ma blonde ô mon secret miroir
Vous viendrez sur mon lit vous viendrez dans ma geôle
Et vous approcherez doucement l'éteignoir

Quand vous viendrez chez moi gn'aura pas à s'en faire
La porte s'ouvrira gn'aura le corridor
Et vous serez chez vous souris dans un gruyère
Les volets seront mis pour oublier dehors

A Little Bit Of Green
Composer(s): Christian Arnold - David Martin - Geoff Morrow
Performer(s): Elvis Presley



Now that the truth is hard to face
I can't forget you once were mine
Someone else is in my place
Whenever we meet my heart beats out of time

Just a little bit of green
Clouds my eyes to what I've seen
Just a little bit of green
When I see you with someone new
And knowing that there's nothing I can do

Please don't try to tie me down
Those are the words you often say
I can't help seeing you around
You smile with surprise, I turn my eyes away

Just a little bit of green
Oh-oh-ho, clouds my eyes to what I've seen
Just a little bit of green
When I see you with someone new
And knowing that there's nothing I can do

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Just a little bit of green
Oh-oh-ho, clouds my eyes to what I've seen
Just a little bit of green
When I see you with someone new
And knowing that there's nothing I can do

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Just a little bit of green

Hors-Saison
Composer(s): Francis Cabrel
Performer(s): Francis Cabrel



C'est le silence
Qui se remarque le plus
Les volets roulants tous descendus
De l'herbe ancienne
Dans les bacs à fleurs
Sur les balcons
On doit être hors-saison

La mer quand même
Dans ses rouleaux continue
Son même thème
Sa chanson vide et têtue
Pour quelques ombres perdues
Sous des capuchons
On doit être hors-saison

Le vent transperce
Ces trop longues avenues
Quelqu'un cherche une adresse inconnue
Et le courrier déborde
Au seuil des pavillons
On doit être hors-saison

Une ville se fâne
Dans les brouillards salés
La colère océane est trop près
Les tourments la condamnent
Aux écrans de fumée
Personne ne s'éloigne du quai

On pourrait tout prendre
Les murs, les jardins, les rues
On pourrait mettre
Aux boîtes aux lettres nos prénoms dessus
Ou bien peut-être un jour
Les gens reviendront
On doit être hors-saison

La mer quand même
Dans ses rouleaux continue
Son même thème
Sa chanson vide "où es-tu?"
Tout mon courrier déborde
Au seuil de ton pavillon
On doit être hors-saison...

Une ville se fâne
Dans les brouillards salés
La colère océane est trop près
Les tourments la condamnent
Aux écrans de fumée
Personne ne s'éloigne du quai

A Little Bit Of Cucumber
Composer(s): T.W. Connor
Performer(s): Harry Champion



I was weaned on cucumber
And on my wedding day
Sitting down to supper when
The guests had gone away
My old darling said to me
"You must be hungry, Joe! 
What is it you fancy?" I
Said, "Fancy! Don't you know?"

I went flying in the air
With my old college chum 
Suddenly he said to me
"We're bound for kingdom come!
Is there anything on your mind 
Before you wear a crown?"
I began to shake and said
"Write this confession down

To the Lord Mayor's Banquet I 
Got in one foggy day
When I saw the grub it took
My appetite away
"Sparrowgrass" and chaffinches 
And pigs-head stuffed with jam! 
I said to the waiter there
"You don't know who I am!"

Sev'ral years of married life 
Have brought me lots of joys
I don't know how many girls
I think it's fourteen boys
When the last one came to town 
It nearly turned my head
It was marked with a cucumber
And the fust words that it said

Were:

"I like pickled onions
I like piccalilli
Pickled cabbage is alright
With a bit of cold meat on Sunday night
I can go termartoes
But what I do prefer
Is a little bit of cu-cum-cu-cum-cu-cum
Little bit of cucumber"

Horsey, Keep Your Tail Up
Composer(s): Walter Hirsch; Bert Kaplan
Performer(s): Spike Jones



Horsey, keep your tail up
Horsey, keep your tail up
Keep the sun out of my eyes
Horsey, keep your tail up
Horsey, keep your tail up
Never mind about the flies
His mane is long and his hair is thick
He's really got an awful kick
Horsey, keep your tail up
Horsey, keep your tail up
Keep the sun out of my eyes

Horsey, keep your tail up
Horsey, keep your tail up
Keep the sun out of my eyes
Horsey, keep your tail up
Horsey, keep your tail up
Never mind about the flies
Now if you want to look real smart
Just raise your tail before you start
Horsey, keep your tail up
Horsey, keep your tail up
Keep the sun out of my eyes

A Little Bit More
((Danish Version: Endnu En Gang (by Bamse) - 1977))
Composer(s): Bobby Gosh
First release by: Bobby Gosh - 1973
Covered by multiple other artists



When your body's had enough of me
And I'm layin' flat out on the floor
When you think I've loved you all I can
I'm gonna love you a little bit more

Come on over here and lay by my side
I've got to be touchin' you
Let me rub your tired shoulders
The way I used to do

Look into my eyes and give me that smile
The one that always turns me on
And let me take your hair down
`Cause we're stayin' up to greet the sun

And when your body's had enough of me
And I'm laying flat out on the floor
When you think I've loved you all I can
I'm gonna love you a little bit more

Got to say a few things that have been on my mind
And you know where my mind has been
I guess I learned my lessons
And now's the time to begin

So if you're feelin' alright and you're ready for me
I know that I'm ready for you
We better get it on now
`Cause we got our whole life to live through

And when your body's had enough of me
And I'm layin' flat out on the floor
When you think I've loved you all I can
I'm gonna love you a little bit more

And when your body's had enough of me
And I'm layin' flat out on the floor
When you think I've loved you all I can
I'm gonna love you a little bit more

Horizonte De Las Estrellas
Composer(s): E. Aldrighetti; O. Avogadro; R. Battaglia;
Miguel Bosé; Roberto Colombo; M. Schiappadori
Performer(s): Miguel Bosé



Horizonte de las estrellas
es el limite que me vuelve loco
cuantas son, como son de bellas
por mi amor yo no fui quien las ha roto

Eres tan pálida, que blanca estas
siempre radiante, en quien pensarás
como estas, como estas
como estas...

Horizonte de las estrellas
el infante ya duerme en la cuna
si pudiese ser una de ellas
le daría belleza y fortuna

Eres tan pálida, que blanca estas
tibia acuarela, espuma del mar
como estas, como estas
como estas...

Eres tan pálida, que blanca estas
eclipsadisima quien te amará
como va 

soy prisionero del tiempo que va
un pasajero de la eternidad
como va como va
como va...

horizonte de las estrellas

A Little Bit Me, A Little Bit You
Composer(s): Neil Diamond
First release by: The Monkees - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists



Walk out, girl, don't you walk out
We've got things to say
Talk out, let's have it talked out
And things will be okay

Girl, I don't want to fight
I'm a little bit wrong, you're a little bit right
I said, girl, you know that it's true
It's a little bit me, and it's a little bit you, too

Don't know just what I said wrong
But, girl, I apologize
Don't go, here's where you belong
So wipe the tears from your eyes

Girl, I don't want to fight
I'm a little bit wrong, you're a little bit right
I said, girl, you know that it's true
It's a little bit me, and it's a little bit you, too

Oh, no
Oh, girl

Oh, girl, I don't want to fight
I'm a little bit wrong, you're a little bit right
I say, girl, you know that it's true
It's a little bit me, and it's a little bit you, too

It's a little bit me, it's a little bit you
Girl, don't go, no-no-no-no-no
Girl, don't go, no-no-no-no-no
Hey girl, hey girl
Please, don't go
Please, don't go ...

Horizontalement
Composer(s): Roland Valade
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat



Verticalement
Tu n'es pas une affaire
Je sais bien
Mais horizontalement
C'est toi que je préfère
Et de loin

Je m'sens le plus triste
Des cruciverbistes
Car je suis
Derrière une grille
Seul où toi ma fille
Tu m'as mis
Pour trouver ta définition
Je n'ai pas trente-six solutions
Belle comme l'amour futée comme un balai
Tu es la source de tous mes mots croisés

Verticalement
Tu n'es pas une affaire
Je sais bien
Mais horizontalement
C'est toi que je préfère
Et de loin

Après les extases
Tu as quelques cases
Mal remplies
En libertinage
Tu as pour ton âge
Du génie
En cinq lettres sur mon journal
On demande au trois vertical
Un mal qui peut se dissiper la nuit
En pensant à toi j'ai trouvé l'ennui

Verticalement
Tu n'es pas une affaire
Je sais bien
Mais horizontalement
C'est toi que je préfère
Et de loin

Pourquoi dans nos phrases
Tous nos mots se croisent
Pleins d'aigreur
Idiots que nous sommes
Puisque la nuit gomme
Nos erreurs
Au fond de notre carrée noire
M'arrive une lueur d'espoir
Alors j'oublie ce qui m'obsède chez toi
Qui n'as pas inventé l'eau tiède crois-moi

Verticalement
Tu n'es pas une affaire
Je sais bien
Mais horizontalement
C'est toi que je préfère
Et de loin

Mais horizontalement
C'est toi que je préfère
Et de loin

Mais horizontalement
C'est toi que je préfère
Et de loin

A Little Bit Is Better Than Nada
Composer(s): Doug Sahm
Performer(s): Texas Tornados; Biff Moss



Met her in a border town 
We proceeded to get down 
She turned me on 
I dropped the telephone 

Moonlight hits the Rio Grande 
And the touch of her hand 
It makes me high 
Like the Fourth of July 

The bad bandito came into town 
But man I'm gonna hunt that gringo down 
But these words keep ringin' in my ear 

A little bit is better than nada 
Sometime you want the whole enchilada 
A little bit is better than nada 
A little bit or nothing at all

Said Cancun was not her style 
Touristas there, they drove her wild 
The border's the place 
Put on a brand new face 

Me and the boys are just in town 
To shake 'em up and mow 'em down
I guess it was fate 
I hope I wasn't too late 

Bad bad boys was on our trail 
Federales threw us all in jail 
But these words keep ringin' in my ear

A little bit is better than nada
Sometime you want the whole enchilada
A little bit is better than nada
A little bit or nothing at all

A little bit is better than nada
Sometime you want the whole enchilada
A little bit is better than nada
A little bit or nothing at all

A little bit is better than nada
Sometime you want the whole enchilada
A little bit is better than nada
A little bit or nothing at all

A little bit is better than nada
Sometime you want the whole enchilada
A little bit is better than nada
A little bit or nothing at all 

Hop-Scotch Polka
Composer(s): Gene Rayburn; Carl Sigman; William Whitlock
Performer(s): Guy Lombardo;
and various other artists



Oh, you hop a little on your little left shoe
You hop a little on your right one too
You kick a button like the Scotch kids do
That's the Hop Scotch Polka

Oh, you hop a little on your little left shoe
You hop a little on your right one too
You don't mind boucin' like a kangaroo
To the Hop Scotch Polka

It's in and out among the maple trees
It's up and down and then you wave your knees
Your head goes boppin' in the morning breeze
To the Hop Scotch Polka

Oh, you hop a little on your little left shoe
You hop a little on your right one too
You kick a button like the Scotch kids do
That's the Hop Scotch Polka

Oh, you hop a little on your little left shoe
You hop a little on your right one too
You kick a button like the Scotch kids do
That's the Hop Scotch Polka

Hop, hop, hop-pity
Hip, hip, hip-pity
Hap, hap, happily on your way

Hop, hop, hop-pity
Hip, hip, hip-pity
Hop to the Hop Scotch Polka

A Little Bit Independent
Composer(s): Joe Burke - Edgar Leslie
Performer(s): Fats Waller
and multiple other artists



A little bit independent in your walk
A little bit independent in your talk
There's nothing like you in Paris or New York
You're awfully easy on the eyes
A little bit independent when we dance
A little bit independent toward romance
A bit of sophistication in your glance
And yet you're easy on the eyes
Whenever I'm with you alone
You weave a magic spell
And though it be a danger zone
I only know that you're swell
A little bit independent with your smile
A little bit independent in your style
But how can I help but love you all the while
When you're so easy on the eyes 

Hoppy's Gone
Composer(s): Larry Henley; Red Lane; Johnny Slate
Performer(s): Roger Miller



Hang it up boys
Yesterdays and dreams and matinees
Like tinker toys they fell apart today
Well almost anyway
Hoppy's gone

Bed em Down, boys
Put your cowboy boots and guns away
The broomstick horse just up and died today
And so did Saturdays
Hoppy's gone

Rock-a-bye yesterday
Winds blow and cradles will fall
And down comes the curtain
And all of a lifetime of mem'ries live on
Hoppy's gone, boys, hoppy's gone

Hang it all up boys
Yesterdays and dreams and matinees
Like tinker toys they came apart today
Best just let it lay
Hoppy's gone
Rock-a-bye yesterday
Winds will blow and cradles will fall

A Little Bit Country, A Little Bit Rock 'N Roll
Composer(s): Marty Cooper
Performer(s): Donny Osmond



I'm a little bit country
And I'm a little bit rock 'n roll
I'm a little bit of Memphis and Nashville
With a little bit of Motown in my soul
I don't know if it's good or bad
But I know I love it so
I'm a little bit country
And I'm a little bit rock 'n roll

He's a little bit gentle, he's a little bit runnin' wild
She's a little bit of ??? woman, she's a little bit of jive
Don't know if I'm happy or sad
My music makes me whole
I'm a little bit country
And I'm a little bit rock 'n roll

I like that peaceful easy feeling of a laid back country song
And when I sing my rock n' roll, I can sing it all night long
I love my country with all my heart and soul
I go out on Saturday night for a little bit of rock 'n roll
I know if I'm fellin' right
No matter where I go
With little bit of country
And a little bit of rock 'n roll

I like that peaceful easy feeling of a laid back country song
And when I sing my rock n' roll, I can sing it all night long
I love my country with all my heart and soul
I go out on Saturday night for a little bit of rock 'n roll
I know if I'm feelin' right
No matter where I go
With little bit of country
And a little bit of rock 'n roll

We're a little bit country
We're a little bit rock 'n roll

Hop Là Nous Vivons
Composer(s): Henri Gougaud
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat



Avec nos dents nickelées
Et nos coeurs battant la fête
L'oiseau rouge dans la tête
Les cheveux mal ficelés

Hop-là hop-là hop-là nous vivons
Hop-là hop-là hop-là nous vivons

Avec nos rires barbares
Comme des couteaux jetés
Dans le soleil qui nous fait
La peau couleur de guitare

Hop-là hop-là hop-là nous vivons
Hop-là hop-là hop-là nous vivons

Sous les buildings de Paris
On chante comme l'orage
Et la liberté fait rage
Dans nos coeurs mal équarris

Hop-là hop-là hop-là nous vivons
Hop-là hop-là hop-là nous vivons

Nous sommes quelques millions
Pour qui la vie se dévore
En rêves multicolores
À belles dents de lion

Hop-là hop-là hop-là nous vivons
Hop-là hop-là hop-là nous vivons

Nous habitons sur les routes
Qui mènent à l'amour fou
Nous marcherons jusqu'au bout
Jusqu'à en crever sans doute

Hop-là hop-là hop-là nous vivons
Hop-là hop-là hop-là nous vivons

Et nous serons tous pareils
Au bout de l'heure dernière
Nous chanterons pour nos frères
Pour un éternel soleil

Hop-là hop-là hop-là nous vivons
Hop-là hop-là hop-là nous vivons

A Little Bird Told Me
Composer(s): Harvey Brooks
Performer(s): Paula Watson
and multiple other artists



A little bird told me that you love me
And I believe that you do
This little bird told me I was fallin'
Fallin' for no one but you

There's no use denying
Might as well confess
Of all the boys I know, dear
I'm sure I love you best

The little bird told me we'd be happy
And I believe that it's true
A little bird told me we'd be married
And I believe that it's true

This little bird told me when we marry
We'll have a pretty cottage
Not too far
All fenced in like a movie stars

We'll have a great dane pup
We'll call him Ace
Lying there by the fireplace
A goldfish pond and a wishing well
Everything is gonna turn out swell

A little bird told me we'd be happy
And now I know that it's true
Come June it's bound to be true

Hoping That You’re Hoping
Composer(s): Betty E. Harrison
Performer(s): The Louvin Brothers



Every minute of the day, I’m thinking ‘bout you
And without you life is just a crazy dream
Every breath I take I’m hoping that you’re hoping that I’m hoping
You’ll return to me

Can you remember, dear, when you said
If I ever stopped loving you, you’d rather be dead?
Well, dear, I don’t know what on earth changed your mind
No matter who’s holding you, your heart is still mine

Every time I think about the way you cuddled up and snuggled up
And filled me with your charm
I get dizzy in the head 
And then it’s seeming that I’m dreaming
I’m locked in your loving arms

Every minute of the day, I’m thinking ‘bout you
And without you life is just a crazy dream
Every breath I take I’m hoping that you’re hoping that I’m hoping
You’ll return to me

Can you remember, dear, when you said
If I ever stopped loving you, you’d rather be dead?
Well, dear, I don’t know what on earth changed your mind
No matter who’s holding you, your heart is still mine

Every minute of the day, I’m thinking ‘bout you
And without you life is just a crazy dream
Every breath I take I’m hoping that you’re hoping that I’m hoping
You’ll return to me

A Little Ain't Enough
Performer(s): David Lee Roth



Empty pockets never stopped
Me from singing a blue streak, no
And I don't think the devil's
Ever gonna give me back
I don't think so!
'Cause stayin' 'round here takes patience
It's like a full time occupation
I've become a diplomaniac
Yes I did, baby
Hey mean old gal
You know the cross-town bus just rolled
Yeah I'm the same old number
But we still got time to go
Oh I say mama living ain't a luxury
Oh I say mama and a lil' ain't enough for me
No it ain't, no it ain't baby!
Yeah I'm believing that you needin' yo relaxation
but honey tell me can you tell that story twice?
I don't think so mama!
'Cause there's a function at the junction
I think ya better get it all ready girl
See I was born without a silver spoon But I'm gonna make a stir
Yes I am!
Was vaccinated with a phonograph needle
One summer break; and then I kissed her
On her daddy's boat and shot accross the lake
And was singin' it
Oh I say mama living ain't a luxury
Oh I say mama and a lil' ain't enough for me
No it ain't baby, no it ain't!
Mmmm, said a little ain't enough, baby!
Baby, Please!! Little ain't enough, aw yeah, Wow!
Was vaccinated with a phonograph needle
One summer break Same summer that I kissed her
On her daddy's boat and shot across the lake Yeah!
Oh I say mama living ain't a luxury
Oh I say mama and a lil' ain't enough for me
Oh I say mama living ain't a luxury
Oh I say mama and a lil' ain't enough for me

Hopelessly Devoted To You
Composer(s): John Farrar
Performer(s): Olivia Newton-John



Guess mine is not the first heart broken
my eyes are not the first to cry
I'm not the first to know
there's just no gettin' over you
Hello, I'm just a fool who's willing to sit around
and wait for you
But baby can't you see, there's nothin' else for me to do 
I'm hopelessly devoted to you
But now there's nowhere to hide
since you pushed my love aside I'm not in my head
hopelessly devoted to you
Hopelessly devoted to you
hopelessly devoted to you
My head is saying "fool, forget him"
my heart is saying "don't let go"
Hold on to the end, that's what I intend to do
I'm hopelessly devoted to you
But now there's nowhere to hide
since you pushed my love aside I'm not in my head
hopelessly devoted to you
Hopelessly devoted to you
hopelessly devoted to you