Ne T'en Fais Pas, Mon Vieux
((Adapted from: A Little Bit Of Soap (by The Jarmels) - 1961))
Composer(s): Bert Russell - Richard Anthony - André Salvet
Performer(s): Richard Anthony - 1962



Ne t'en fais pas, mon vieux
Tout ça n'est pas très sérieux
Tu verras
Ne t'en fais pas, mon vieux
Ta peine, ta peine, tu dois l'apaiser
Ton coeur est blessé
Et tes yeux ont pleuré un bonheur passé

Ne t'en fais pas, mon vieux
Pour toi, demain tout ira mieux
Ne t'en fais pas, mon vieux
T'es pas le premier qui pleure ses amours
Ne t'en fais pas, mon vieux
Espère, espère oublier un jour
Tu n'as que dix-huit ans, tu le sais
Ce n'est pas le moment de pleurer
Ne t'en fais pas, mon vieux
Et sèche les larmes de tes yeux bleus

Tu lui as dit «Je t'aimerai pour la vie»
Mais maintenant, tu vois, c'est fini
Je sais bien que tu méritais pas ça
Mais puisqu'elle n'est plus là
Ne t'en fais pas, non, ne t'en fais pas, mon vieux
Que son parfum s'envole avec le vent
Ne t'en fais pas, mon vieux
Et pense que tu n'as que dix-huit ans
Le soleil, le printemps
Brilleront, tu seras heureux
Ne t'en fais pas, mon vieux
Et sèche les larmes de tes yeux bleus
Oui, pense que tu n'as que dix-huit ans
Le printemps reviendra, tu seras heureux

Ne t'en fais pas mon vieux
Et sèche les larmes de tes yeux bleus

Ne t'en fais pas mon vieux
Et sèche les larmes de tes yeux bleus

Ne t'en fais pas mon vieux
Et sèche les larmes de tes yeux bleus

Ne t'en fais pas mon vieux
Et sèche les larmes de tes yeux bleus

Hot Blooded
Composer(s): Lou Gramm; Mick Jones
Performer(s): Foreigner



Well

Chorus:
I'm hot blooded, check it and see, I got a fever of a hundred and three
Come on baby, do you do more than dance? I'm hot blooded, I'm hot blooded

You don't have to read my mind, to know what I have in mind
Honey you oughta know
Now you move so fine, let me lay it on the line
I wanna know what you're doin' after the show

Now it's up to you, we can make a secret rendezvous
Just me and you, I'll show you lovin' like you never knew

That's why - chorus

If it feels alright, maybe you can stay all night, shall I leave you my key?
But you've got to give me a sign, come on girl, some kind of sign
Tell me, are you hot mama, you sure look that way to me

Are you old enough, will you be ready when I call your bluff?
Is my timing right, did you save your love for me tonight?

Yeah I'm hot blooded, check it and see, feel the fever burning inside of me
Come on baby, do you do more than dance? I'm hot blooded, I'm hot blooded

Now it's up to you, can we make a secret rendezvous?
Before we do, you'll have to get away from you know who

Well - chorus

(Hot blooded) every night (hot blooded) you're looking so tight
(Hot blooded) now you're driving me wild
(Hot blooded) I'm so (hot blooded) hot for you, child
(Hot blooded) I'm a little bit high, (hot blooded) you're a little bit shy
(Hot blooded) You're making me sing
(Hot blooded) for your (hot blooded) sweet sweet thing

Little Bit Of Rain
Composer(s): Fred Neil
First release by: Fred Neil - 1965
Covered by multiple other artists



If I should leave you 
Try to remember the good times
Warm days filled with sunshine
And just a little bit of rain
And just a little bit of rain

And if you look back 
Try to forget all the bad times
Lonely blue and sad times
And just a little bit of rain
And just a little bit of rain

And if I look back 
I'll remember all the good times
Warm days filled with sunshine
And just a little bit of rain
And just a little bit of rain

If I should leave you 
Try to remember all the good times
Warm days filled with sunshine
And just a little bit of rain
And just a little bit of rain 

Hostesses Of The Stage Door Canteen
Composer(s): Irving Berlin



Merrily we appear on the scene
Hostesses of the Stage Door Canteen
Entertaining soldiers who are going off to war
Glad to be of service but we could do much more

We could do more for the boys
And greatly add to their joys

But we don't get very far
The rules and regulations are
We mustn't be seen
Outside the Canteen
With a soldier

They each could do with a gal
Would greatly help their morale

But we simply must resist
We take an oath when we enlist
To never be found
Canoodling around
With a soldier

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