A Salty Dog
((Italian Versions: Il Marinaio (by Massimo Ranieri) - 1970; Un Marinaio (by The Beans)
Un Angelo In Più (by Oro) - 1995; Nel Così Blu (by Zucchero) - 2006))
Composer(s): Gary Brooker - Keith Reid
First release by: Procol Harum - 1969
Covered by multiple other artists



'All hands on deck, we've run afloat!' I heard the captain cry 
'Explore the ship, replace the cook: let no one leave alive!' 
Across the straits, around the Horn: how far can sailors fly? 
A twisted path, our tortured course, and no one left alive 

We sailed for parts unknown to man, where ships come home to die 
No lofty peak, nor fortress bold, could match our captain's eye 
Upon the seventh seasick day we made our port of call 
A sand so white, and sea so blue, no mortal place at all 

We fired the gun, and burnt the mast, and rowed from ship to shore 
The captain cried, we sailors wept: our tears were tears of joy 
Now many moons and many Junes have passed since we made land 
A salty dog, this seaman's log: your witness my own hand 

Wait A Minute
Composer(s): Darin; Kirshner
Performer(s): The Coasters



Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
Wait a Minute let me understand...

While I'm a-sittin' here holdin' your hand

Your tellin' me about the boy next door
Tellin' me that he can offer you more
What a nerve!
What a case!

Chorus:
Wait just a minute
You know that won't get it
Wock-a-doo wock-a-doo
If thats the way your love will be
You might as well forget it
Wock-a-doo, wock-a-doo, wha

Am I correct in hearin' what you say
That you would rather be with him instead
You said that you could travel with him far
You say he's got a brand new Cadillac car
Well...What you mean?
Is that so!?!
Better let that woman go!

Chorus

I don't go for all the crazy noise
About you datin' all those other boys
If I'm gonna be your only one
I'm not waitin' till your honey's done
You're a riot!
And you're tough!
Honey, cut out all that stuff

Chorus

I'm gonna tell you for the very last time
If I'm yours, you better be mine
When I come home about a quarter to 4
Don't wanna hear the slammin' of the back door
Youre bad!
And so wild!
Stop a-messin with me, child!

You might as well forget it...

Why, you can just forget about
The whole cotton-pickin affair!
I get so tired of you finaglin' around...

Il Marinaio 
((aka Un Marinaio (by The Beans); Un Angelo In Più (by Oro) - 1995; Nel Così Blu (by Zucchero) - 2006))
((Adapted from: A Salty Dog (by Procol Harum) - 1969))
Composer(s): Gary Brooker - Keith Reid - Mogol
Performer(s): Massimo Ranieri - 1970



Seduto qui
io guardo il mar
sono quasi già le sei
la nave è là
in fondo al mar
lentamente se ne va...

Il sole tarda
il vento è freddo
e frusta gli occhi miei
i miei ricordi
il viso tuo
non mi ha lasciato mai

Un marinaio vicino a me
anche lui guarda il mar
a cosa pensa
io non lo so
c'è sale negli occhi suoi...

Il suo fantasma
chissà chi è
certamente non sei tu!
Il vento è freddo
anche per lui
ma lui non piange più...

Un marinaio vicino a me
anche lui guarda il mar
a cosa pensa
io non lo so
c'è sale negli occhi suoi...

Il suo fantasma
chissà chi è
certamente non sei tu!
Il vento è freddo
anche per lui
ma lui non piange più... 

Wait
Composer(s): Jackie Jackson; David Paich
Performer(s): The Jacksons



How come you tell me that we have to get away?
But girl, you can't be found
We'll dine in Paris on the Champs Elysées 
Whenever you come around
There's been a break down, break down
Don't change your mind on me!
Just take a little time 
You say the finer things 
Are worth waiting for
Just give me some kinda sign, baby

I can't wait, wait for a hundred years! 
I can't hold back my tears any longer, longer
I can't wait, wait for a hundred years! 
I can't hold back my tears any longer, longer, whoa!

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh!

Sometimes I think of all the moments that we share
I've been waiting for so long
You know it hurts me 
Everytime you run and hide
I look up and now you're gone
I've been put down, way down 
There's no tomorrow for me
You can't let love just fade away, baby

I can't wait, wait for a hundred years! 
I can't hold back my tears any longer, longer
I can't wait, wait for a hundred years! 
I can't hold back my tears any longer! 

Girl, I've been longing for you deep inside
And I tell myself, baby, baby
If this love of ours will survive 
Then let's take this chance together, together 
Baby, you know! 

I just can't wait (I just can't wait)
Wait for a hundred years (I just can't wait)
I just can't wait 
I can't hold back my tears any longer, longer! 
I can't wait, wait for a hundred years 
I can't hold back my tears (can't hold back my tears) any longer!
 
Now hear, you pushed my heart around 
Tore me up inside, made me feel so bad 
You took away my pride! 
(My pride!) 
I can't wait, wait for a hundred years 
I can't hold back my tears any longer 
I can't hold back my tears 
(Any longer) 
I can't hold back my tears, baby 
(Any longer) 
I can't hold back my tears, darling 
(Any longer) 
I can hold back my tears, baby 
(Any longer) 
Any longer 
I can't wait 
I'm down on my knees, baby 
Baby, baby, baby 
Don't talk to me 
Break down on my knees, baby 
Must tell me 
Can't help my soul 
I can't help my soul, baby, baby 
(Any longer) 
Talk to me 
(Any longer) 
Break down on my knees, now baby 
(Any longer) 
(Any longer) 
Can't wait 
(Any longer) 
I can't wait 
I can't wait 
I can't wait 
Wait, baby 
I can't wait no more, now baby 
Break down on my knees

Un Angelo In Più
((aka Il Marinaio (by Massimo Ranieri) - 1970; Un Marinaio (by The Beans); Nel Così Blu (by Zucchero) - 2006))
((Adapted from: A Salty Dog (by Procol Harum) - 1969))
Composer(s): Gary Brooker - Keith Reid - Alibani
Performer(s): Oro - 1995



Come sarà amore mio
La tua vita senza me
Non basterà la compagnia
Dei miei ricordi in te
Se me ne andrò dai giorni tuoi
E come un angelo in più
Io pregherò per te se vuoi
Da una casa in mezzo al blu
Come sarà amore mio
La tua vita senza me
Aspetterai che ci sia anch’io
Poi mangerai da te
Lavorerai ti piegherai
Dietro una scrivania
Ma non potrai buttarti via
Perché amore eterno è
E piangerai davanti a un film
Che parlerà di noi
Di me di tedi quelli che
Non si perderanno mai
E se lassù fra il cielo e Dio
C’è un’eterna casa blu
Vivrà lassù amore mio
Il tuo angelo in più
Come sarà amore mio
La tua vita senza me

Wait
Composer(s): Andrew Latimer; John McBurnie
Performer(s): Camel



You're looking nervous at the dealer
Money goes like sand
Slipping through your hands
You're leaving everything behind you
Wave it all goodbye
I can hear you cry

Wait - don't think about it
Wait - it's never too late
Wait - don't worry 'bout it
Wait - leave it all to fate
Wait

Oh no this game is like a nightmare
There can be no doubt
Luck has dealt me out
I'm only searching for the right time
Money on the line
I can hear you cry

Nel Così Blu
((aka Il Marinaio (by Massimo Ranieri) - 1970; Un Marinaio (by The Beans); Un Angelo In Più (by Oro) - 1995))
((Adapted from: A Salty Dog (by Procol Harum) - 1969))
Composer(s): Gary Brooker - Keith Reid - Pasquale Panella - Zucchero
Performer(s): Zucchero - 2006



In testa ho
La frase che
Incendia un bosco in testa a me
La frase che
Ho in testa è

"E allora la baciai"
E immaginai
Cobalto il cielo
D'amore immenso intorno a lei
E me ne andai
E navigai
E non lo so se più tornai
In testa ho
La frase che
Fa la tempesta in testa a me
E se la neve
Non fa rumore

"Allora lei mi amò"
Di vento e dune
Di notti intere
E bianche in mare insieme a lei
E me ne andai
Nel così blu
E non lo so se più tornai
In testa ho
La frase che
Lei disse, resta in testa a me
E mi estasiai
E dissi anch'io

"Per sempre amore mio"
Abbiamo insieme
Ingoiato il sole
Dipinto d'infinito il mare
E me ne andai
E navigai
E non lo so se più tornai

Waipio
Composer(s): George Allen
Performer(s): Rene Paulo;
and various other artists



O kau hana mau no ia 
O ka hookipa I kealoha 
A na'u i hooheno mua 
Ka makani o Laulani 
E ka i'a hamau leo 
E hii poi malie nei 
I ka mea kamehai 
Oo ua aina nei 

He inoa ke ia 
No Waipio Of Waipio 
O Kahalelaupkekoa 
I puia i ke ala 
Ona ona i ka ihu

A Sailor's Not A Sailor ('Til A Sailor's Been Tattooed)
Composer(s): Irving Berlin
Performer(s): Ethel Merman & Mitzi Gaynor



Merman: I'm an old salt
Gaynor: I'm a young salt
Both: In the Navy we've been working very hard
Merman: I was part of the Flotilla with Dewey in Manila
Gaynor: I'm a new recruit at the Brooklyn Navy yard

Both: Tonight we're on a spree and feeling flow'ry
Both: We've got a date with gals and drink and food
Gaynor: Across the Brooklyn Bridge and to the Bow'ry
Merman: And I'm gonna get the kid tattooed
Gaynor: Tattooed?
Merman: Tattooed!
Both: A sailor's not a sailor 'til a sailor's been tattooed

Merman:
Here's an anchor from a tanker
That I sailed upon when first I went to sea
Here's another of my mother
Takes me back to when I sat upon her knee
Here's a crimson heart with a Cupid's dart
Here's a Battle Cruiser and when I sit down
On that, too
There's a tattoo
Of my home town

Gaynor: To the Bow'ry
Merman: To the Bow'ry
Gaynor: 'Cross the Brooklyn Bridge and I'm just in the mood

Merman:
He'll be filled with diff'rent mixtures
And covered up with pictures

Gaynor:
I can't wait to be, 't will be great to be tattooed

Merman: Tattooed?
Gaynor: Tattooed!
Both: A sailor's not a sailor 'til a sailor's been tattooed

Wahjahka Man
Composer(s): Jimmy Cliff
Performer(s): Jimmy Cliff



I never needed nobody, to show me how to walk 
I never needed nobody, to teach me how to talk 
Never needed nobody, to tell me make my mark 
I'm experienced man, I can understand
I know how to get along 

Wahjahka man, in a any land 
In a Jamaica, in a Britannia (I'm a) 
Wahjahka man, in a any land 
In a Africa, in America (uh huh hey hey) 

I never needed nobody, to come and hold me hand 
I never needed nobody, to take me thru' the land 
Never needed nobody, to tell me make a stand 
I'm experienced man, I can understand
I know how to get along 

Wahjahka man, in a any land 
In a Jamaica, in a Britannia (I'm a) 
Wahjahka man, in a any land 
In a Africa, in America (uh huh hey hey)

I never needed nobody, to show me how to walk 
I never needed nobody, to teach me how to talk 
Never needed nobody, to tell me make my mark 
I'm experienced man, I can understand
I know how to get along 

Wahjahka man, in a any land 
In a Jamaica, in a Britannia (I'm a) 
Wahjahka man, in a any land 
In a Africa, in America (uh huh hey hey)

Wahjahka man, in a any land
Got this name ya, in a me blood now

A Sad Song
Performer(s): Alvin Lee



The love that you gave me - has gone with the rain
The joy that just filled me - has turned into pain
My face in the mirror - reminds me of you
It's the one that you lied to - when you said you'd be true
The tears in my eyes - are all that you'll find
The scars on my face - just deepen my mind

Wagon Wheels
Performer(s): Paul Whiteman



Wagon wheels, wagon wheels
Keep on a-turnin', wagon wheels
Roll along, sing your song
Carry me over the hill

Go 'long, mule, there's a steamer at the landin'
Waitin' for the cotton to load
Go 'long mule, the boss is understandin'
There's a pasture at the end of the road

Wagon wheels, wagon wheels
Keep on a-turnin', wagon wheels
Roll along, sing your song
Wagon wheels, carry me home
Wagon wheels, carry me home

A Russian Love Song
Composer(s): Spike Milligan - Stephens
Performer(s): The Goons; Spike Milligan



There were two Russian lovers walking hand in hand 
On the banks of a river in a snow covered land. 
A boy and a girl with starlight in their eyes 
They kiss and caress as he tenderly sighs 
Oh! Oh! Oh! Comrade! 
All right comrade that's enough! 

We meet each night by the silvery light of our dear old fashioned 
Russian satellite moon 
It shines so bright -- turns Americans white at the sight of our dear 
old fashioned Russian satelite moon 

And over here in England 
I saw it at my flat 
I ran into the cellar 
And put on my old ARP hat 

Don't be silly! Comrades! 
Just dance with joy, while we are all still alive by the light of our 
glorious Russian satelite moon
Gentleman! Look up in the skies -- I can't believe my eyes! 
It's that dear old fashioned Russian satelite moon! 

What, what, where? 
Hand me get my gun -- we're going to have some fun (bang)
Oh I missed that naughty Russian satellite moon 
I'll have to run you in there for a very legal reason
Shooting at Russian moons when they are out of season 

Stand aside -- my reply to that is this rocket driven hat
England's answer to that Russian satellite moon...The President.
Gentleman the President of the har-har-har of the har-har-har
There is a Russian satelite moon over Arkansas, Mr President
Thank heaven it is not over America 

Don't worry, we are prepared for this Mr Presley: hit 'em heavy 
Now listen here! I'll make it clear just what we intend to do I'm 
gonna rock around that Russian satelite moon
I'm gonna rock around that Russian satellite moon (mumbles - fades - to replaced by a Russian)

That's right, comrade Elvis Go on, shake your hips while we listen to the blips 
Of our glorious Russian satellite moon 
(Various strange words getting faster until the Russian explodes!) 
 
								

Wagon Train
Composer(s): Henri René; Bob Russell
Performer(s): The Sons Of The Pioneers;
and various other artists



Roll along Wagon Train

Rollin' over prairie where there ain't no grass
Rollin' over mountain where there ain't no pass 
Sittin' on a board, eyein' the weather
Prayin' to the Lord, we stay together 
Side by side on the Wagon Train

Wagon Train, roll along

Pickin' up a passenger in every town
Wonderin' if he's ever gonna shoot you down
Lookin' for a pal, ain't it a pity
Lookin' for a gal, needn't be pretty 
If she'll ride on the Wagon Train 

Wagons ho! 

Gotta keep em on the run
Time to go and follow the sun
Roll along Wagon Train

Never had a cabin near a general store
Only had a wagon and a forty-four
Sittin' on a board, eyein' the weather 
Prayin' to the Lord, we stay together 
Side by side on the Wagon Train

A Runner With The Pack
Composer(s): Pete Bellotte
Performer(s): Donna Summer



He’s got a second side he’s got sixth sense
He got everything
He got what it takes
He got what it makes to be everything
Seems to know all there is to know
I took him there
He steals the show
He’s so astute he’s so acute he’s gold sure he is
He’s eloquent he’s intelligent and benevolent
He’s the epitome of ability with his expertise
He’s versatile with a lot of style
He’d mess my heart every time he’d smile
So unpretentious a warm and gentle soul

A runner with the pack, no he’s not like that
A runner with the pack, no he’s not like that
Cause he’s inventive, attentive, protective, selective
Perceptive, receptive, affective, reflective
A runner with the pack, no he’d never do that

He got tolerance he got confidence he’s significant
And he’s a connoisseur and a social stir he’s magnificent
So fair and square he reciprocates
And every way he stimulates
His quality of voracity is great

A runner with the pack, no he’s not like that
A runner with the pack, no he’s not like that
Cause he’s inventive, attentive, protective, selective
Perceptive, receptive, effective, reflective
(you know the he’s)
A runner with the pack, no he’d never do that

Waco
Composer(s): Hal Blair; Jimmie Haskell
Performer(s): Lorne Greene



Waco, yeah

He stood tall with heavy guns that tied down at the thigh
Gunmen knew that to test his draw was to pick your time to die
Even an outlaw deadly mean, the ones that you been said
But now a bad gringo has done his best and he was the law instead

Waco, Waco

People moved away from him, his smile was grim and cold
The badge he wore was a mockery to the notches on his soul
Was he good or was he bad, even Waco didn’t know
The girl he loved was promised now, so which way would he go

Waco, Waco

The hour was getting closer and the odds were mighty long
His life would be the forfait if he decided wrong
He whose God would not be his, what was he fighting for
The people of a little town that couldn’t despise him more

Waco, Waco

No more time he must decide, some thought he might have prayed
He checked his guns then faced the speed, a decision had been made
There was a dignity about him, a somber look of doom
The people that were in his way moved back and gave him room

Never had he faced such odds, he’d never learned upon
He had loved and now he’d die with his only friend the gun
A solemn lonely figure moving up the dusty street
A solitary target for the fate he was to meet

Waco (Waco), Waco (Waco)

With a roar the fight exploded, his big guns cut him down
That day will be remembered as long as there’s a town
The people saw one gunman stand and fight an outlaw band
He gave them the courage they had lost and they backed him to the man

Waco

Now his job was finished here
As he slowly turned away, a hand reached out and touched his arm
And a gentle voice said : “stay”
The girl he’d loved forever was standing at his side
And the real man that was Waco lived, and the outlaw Waco died

Waco, Waco, (Waco, Waco, Waco), yeah

A Rum Tale
((Italian Version: Storia Di Una Bottiglia (by Mimmo Locasciulli) - 1998))
Composer(s): Gary Brooker - Keith Reid
First release by: Procol Harum - 1973



She's fuddled my fancy, she's muddled me good
I've taken to drinking, and given up food
I'm buying an island, somewhere in the sun
I'll hide from the natives, live only on rum

I'm selling my memoirs, I'm writing it down
If no one will pay me I'll burn down the town
I'll rent out an aircraft and print on the sky
If God likes my story then maybe he'll buy

I'm buying a ticket for places unknown
It's only a one-way: I'm not coming home
She's swallowed my secret, and taken my name
To follow my footsteps and knobble me lame

Wacht Maar Af
English Title: Just You Wait
Composer(s): Alan Jay Lerner; Frederick Loewe;
Seth Gaaikema; Hubert Janssen; Alfred Pleiter
Performer(s): Margriet de Groot;
and various other artists



Eliza:
Wacht maar af Henry Higgins, ook voor jou
komt er eens een tijd van spijt en van berouw
Ik de centen, gij de zorgen
Ik jou helpen, zeker! Morgen!
Wacht maar af, Henry Higgins, wacht maar af!
Wacht maar af, Henry Higgins, want ook gij
wordt wel ziek en dus afhankelijk van mij
Als gij smekend vraagt om water
zenne 'k al weg naar den theater
Ohhoho, Henry Higgins, wacht maar af!
Ooooooh, Henry Higgins
wacht maar af tot dat we zwemme in de zee
Ooooooh, Henry Higgins
en gij wordt door golve meegesleurd in zee

Als gij roept: "Help! Ik verdrink!"
dan verroere 'k gene pink
Oh, hoho Henry Higgins!
Oh, hoho Henry Higgins
Wacht maar af!

Later word ik beroemd en zo vroom in m'n ziel
dat de aartsbisschop zegt
noemt gij mij maar Kamiel
En de Koning zegt ook al na verloop van nen tijd 
Eliza : gij ze echt een heel toffe meid
En morgen dan hijsen we de vlag
dan wordt nu: Liza Doolittledag!
Ik trakteer met een vuurwerk, ja met alles d'r bij
en wat dat ge wilt hebben, wel dat krijgt ge van mij
Dank u wel zeg ik dan en beloofd is beloofd
dan wil ik geire Henry Higgins' hoofd!

"Bon" zegt de Koning "met plezier"
"wachters! Zoekt die vent en haalt hem hier!"

En gij vliegt voor 't peleton tegen de muur
en wel zeventien geweren geven vuur!
Eerst nog efkes voor de proef
maar dan: Pief paf poef
Da's je straf Henry Higgins!
in je graf Henry Higgins!
Wacht maar af!!!!!!

Storia Di Una Bottiglia
((Adapted from: A Rum Tale (by Procol Harum) - 1973))
Composer(s): Gary Brooker - Keith Reid - Mimmo Locasciulli
Performer(s): Mimmo Locasciulli - 1998



Lei tira i miei sogni
Per farne realtà
Pavimenta d’argento
Le strade dei bar

Voglio un posto nel sole
Dove il buio non c’è
Mi riparo dal mondo
E mi dedico a me

E vendo la casa
Per andar via di qua
Se nessuno la vuole
Brucerò la città

Mi affitterò un aeroplano
Nel dipinto di blu
Venderò il mio racconto
E non scriverò più

Mi compro un biglietto
Per dove non so
Non ho preso un ritorno
Perché non tornerò

Non nascondo più niente
Nei segreti che ho
Ho una strada da fare
Quella strada farò

Just You Wait
Dutch Title: Wacht Maar Af
Composer(s): Alan Jay Lerner; Frederick Loewe
Performer(s): Audrey Hepburn



Just you wait, 'enry 'iggins, just you wait!
You'll be sorry, but your tears'll be to late!
You'll be broke, and I'll have money
Will I help you? Don't be funny!
Just you wait, 'enry 'iggins, just you wait!
Just you wait, 'enry 'iggins, till you're sick
And you scream to fetch a doctor double-quick
I'll be off a second later
And go straight to the the-ater!
Oh ho ho, 'enry 'iggins, just you wait!
Ooooooh 'enry 'iggins!
Just you wait until we're swimmin' in the sea!
Ooooooh 'enry 'iggins!
And you get a cramp a little ways from me!
When you yell you're going to drown
I'll get dressed and go to town!
Oh ho ho, 'enry 'iggins!
Oh ho ho, 'enry 'iggins!
Just you wait!
One day I'll be famous! 
I'll be proper and prim
Go to St. James so often I will call it St. Jim!
One evening the king will say
"Oh, Liza, old thing
I want all of England your praises to sing
Next week on the twentieth of May
I proclaim Liza Doolittle Day!
All the people will celebrate the glory of you
And whatever you wish and want I gladly will do"
"Thanks a lot, King" says I, in a manner well-bred
But all I want is 'enry 'iggins 'ead!"
"Done," says the King with a stroke
"Guard, run and bring in the bloke!"
Then they'll march you, 'enry 'iggins to the wall
And the King will tell me: "Liza, sound the call"
As they lift their rifles higher
I'll shout: "Ready! Aim! Fire!"
Oh ho ho, 'enry 'iggins
Down you'll go, 'enry 'iggins!
Just you wait!