A Little Bitty Tear
Composer(s): Hank Cochran
First release by: Burl Ives - 1961
Covered by multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1961 - Die Ene Kleine Traan (Bobbejaan Schoepen)
1962 - En Lille-Bitte Tåre (Helle Wilke)
1969 - Une Petite Larme M'a Trahi (Claude François)



A little bitty tear let me down, spoiled my act as a clown
I had it made up not make a frown, but a little bitty tear let me down

You said you were leaving tomorrow
That today was our last day
I said there'd be no sorrow, that I'd laugh when you walked away

A little bitty tear let me down, spoiled my act as a clown
I had it made up not make a frown, but a little bitty tear let me down

I said I'd laugh when you left me
Pull a funny as you went out the door
That I'd have another waiting
And I'd wave goodbye as you go

A little bitty tear let me down, spoiled my act as a clown
I had it made up not make a frown, but a little bitty tear let me down

Everything went like a planned it
And really put on quite a show
In my heart I felt I could stand it
Till you walked with your *grip* through the door
A little bitty tear let me down, spoiled my act as a clown
I had it made up not make a frown, but a little bitty tear let me down

A little bitty tear let me down

Hot Buttered Rum
Composer(s): Tommy Thompson
Performer(s): Mary Chapin Carpenter;
and various other artists



When chimney smoke hangs still and low 
across the stubbled fields of snow
And angry skies reach down and seize the sorry blackened bones of trees
In the dead of winter when the silent snowbirds come
You're my sweet maple sugar,honey, hot buttered rum

When dreary Christmas decorations line the streets and filling stations
And dime store Santas can't disguise their empty hands and empty eyes
In the dead of winter when the tinsel angels come
You're my sweet maple sugar, honey, hot buttered rum

When gloves and boots and woolen parkas bring cold comfort to the heart
And bitter memories freeze the tongue and words of love are left unsung
In the dead of winter when the cold feelings come
You're my sweet maple sugar, oney, hot buttered rum

A Little Bit Off The Top
Performer(s): Harry Bedford



Brown's a very old friend of mine
Once I went to his house to dine
Some of the aristocracy were there
Ev'ryone of 'em thought me "great"
And said, when they saw me lick my plate
That I must be an American millionaire
The waiter came into the room with a beautiful lump of pork
And though I'd "wolfed" enough to feed a town
I thought I'd like a sample of the crackling and the gravy
So I loosened out my vest and said to Brown

Carve a little bit off the top for me! for me!
Just a little bit off the top for me! for me!
Saw me off a yard or two, I'll tell you when to stop
All I want is a little bit off the top!

Once I made up my mind to roam
And spend a week by the briny foam
I'd never been far away from home before
Ev'ryone of the family
Were sorry indeed to part with me
They all love Willie, especially ma-in-law
They all came up and asked me for a lock of my golden hair
I clipped 'em from the back and from the side
At last I asked the missus which particular bit she fancied
And she rubbed her nose and lovingly replied

Tear a little bit off the top for me! for me!
Just a little bit off the top for me! for me!
I'll fix it on the copperstick and use it for a mop
All I want is a little bit off the top!

Hot Burrito #2
Composer(s): Gram Parsons; Chris Ethridge
Performer(s): The Flying Burrito Brothers;
and various other artists



Yes, you loved me and you sold my clothes
I love you, but that's the way that it goes
So it goes
Yes, you know how I feel
So it goes
It just couldn't be real

And we know it's wrong
And I don't think it's gonna go on
When I come home carrying my shoes
I've been waiting to tell you some news
And you want me home all night
And you don't want another fight
But you better love
Find some love
You better love me, Jesus Christ

Yes, you loved me and you sold all my clothes
I love you, baby, but that's the way that it goes
So it goes
I guess you know how I feel
So it goes
Yes, it couldn't be real

And you want me home all night
You just don't want another fight
But you better love
Find some love
Love me baby, Jesus Christ

A Little Bit Of Soap
((French Version: Ne T'en Fais Pas Mon Vieux (by Richard Anthony) - 1962))
Composer(s): Bert Russell
First release by: The Jarmels - 1961
Covered by multiple other artists



A little bit of soap will wash away your lipstick on my face
But a little bit of soap will never never never ever erase
The pain in my heart and my eyes as I go through the lonely years
A little bit of soap will never wash away my tears
Mmm, a little bit of soap will wash away your powder from my chin
A little bit of soap will never never never ever begin
To take away the hurt that I feel as I go through the lonely years
A little bit of soap will never wash away my tears, mmm, mmm, mmm
Have you heard when love begins to die it leaves someone to cry night and Day?
Like a bird, you left your robin's nest and-a just like all the rest you flew away
Mmm, a little bit of soap will take away your perfume eventually
But a little bit of soap will never wash away the memory
Of your name in the night that I call through the lonely years
A little bit of soap will never wash away my tears
I'll never lose the memory of your name in the night that I call through the lonely years
A little bit of soap will never wash away my tears
Mmm, a little bit of soap-a will never wash away my tears

Mmm, it's gonna never, never, never, uh-huh, wash away my tears 

Hot Burrito #1 (aka I'm Your Toy)
Composer(s): Gram Parsons; Chris Ethridge
Performer(s): The Flying Burrito Brothers;
and various other artists



You may be sweet and nice
But that won't keep you warm at night
'Cause I'm the one who showed you how
To do the things you're doing now

He may feel all your charms
He may hold you in his arms
But I'm the one who let you in
I was right beside you in the end

Once upon a time
You let me feel you deep inside
But nobody knew, nobody saw
Do you remember the way you cried

I'm your toy, I'm your old boy
But I don't want no one but you to love me
No, I wouldn't lie
You know I'm not that kind of guy

Once upon a time
You let me feel you deep inside
But nobody knew, nobody saw
Do you remember the way you cried

I'm your toy, I'm your old boy
But I don't want no one but you to love me
No, I wouldn't lie
You know I'm not that kind of guy

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