Maman
Composer(s): J.F. Porry; Gérard Salesses
Performer(s): Dorothée Bercy



Maman quel est donc ce tourment
Maman cet étrange sentiment
Maman cette envie qui me prend
De rire et de pleurer
De crier de chanter
Maman rien n'est plus comme avant
Maman je sens confusément
Maman comme un enchantement
Qui vient tout bouleverser
Jusque dans mes pensées

C'est comme un torrent
Qui coule en grondant
C'est comme un volcan
Un cri de géant

{Refrain:}
Il n'y a qu'à toi
Que je puisse dire tout ça
J'ai besoin de toi
Je t'en pris aide-moi
Dis-moi pourquoi
Pourquoi je suis comme ça?
Maman est-ce un envoûtement
Maman inexorablement
Maman j'ai comme un sentiment
Que ma vie va changer
Que tout va exploser

Maman c'est un ravissement
Maman il faut rester violent
Maman c'est un bouleversement
De tout ce que j'ai fait
De tout ce que j'aimais

C'est comme un bonheur
Si fort qu'il fait peur
C'est comme un printemps
Qui dure tout le temps
{au Refrain}

Maman ne cherche pas plus longtemps
Maman j'ai compris à présent
Maman la cause de mon tourment
C'est ce gentil garçon
Qui m'a pris ma raison
Maman il m'a souri et puis
Maman ça a changé ma vie
Maman je ne pense plus qu'à lui
La nuit et puis le jour
Est-ce que c'est ça l'amour?

C'est comme un torrent
Qui coule en grondant
C'est comme un printemps
Qui dure tout le temps

Il n'y a qu'à toi
Que je puisse dire tout ça
J'ai besoin de toi
Je t'en pris aide-moi
C'est mon problème
Je crois bien que je l'aime ...
 

1-2 Crush On You
Composer(s): Strummer; Jones
Performer(s): The Clash



Standing in a queue of a school canteen
Guys on the corner they were laughin' at me
But I don't mind if they see it all
You know I gotta come clean
I gotta come clean
I got a crush on you

My mind don't need it but my body do
A little bit of loving and attention for you
Although we're only strangers
They don't need to know
I gotta cum clean, I gotta cum clean
ooh, I got a crush on you

I wanna get serious right away
1-2, I got a crush on you
what you doin' today or any other day?
1-2, I got a crush on you
just one look and I go insane
1-2, I got a crush on you

Your daddy never comes to get you
`Cos lives so far away
But his Italian chauffeur shows up every day
But I'll get you in the corner, I'll get you all alone
I gotta cum clean, I gotta come clean

I got a crush on you

1-2, I got a crush on you
1-2, I got a crush on you
1-2, I got a crush on you
I said 1-2
I got a crush on you

Why should I get a crush on you?

Maman
English & Italian Titles: Mama; Mamma
Composer(s): Cesare Andrea Bixio; Bruno Cherubini
Performer(s): Dalida



Quoi de plus doux de plus tendre
Que le cœur d'une maman
Qui donc c'est mieux nous comprendre
Et calme tous nos tourments

Maman
C'est pour toi seule que ce soir je chante
Maman
Toi dont la grâce et la douceur m'enchante
Que m'importe si l'âge a creusé ton cher visage
Et si je vois tomber peu à peu la neige sur tes cheveux
Maman tu gardes toujours ton sourire charmant
Et tout comme autrefois mon seul bonheur c'est de te dire
Maman

Dès que j'ouvrais les paupières
Dans tes bras tu me pressais
Et parfois des nuits entière
En chantant tu me berçais

Maman
C'est pour toi seule que ce soir je chante
Maman
Toi dont la grâce et la douceur m'enchante
Que m'importe si l'âge a creusé ton cher visage
Et si je vois tomber peu à peu la neige sur tes cheveux
Maman
Tu gardes toujours ton sourire charmant
Et tout comme autrefois mon seul bonheur c'est de te dire
Maman
Maman, Maman
 

12/8 Blues (All The Same)
Composer(s): Stephen Stills
Performer(s): Stephen Stills



Can you see me cryin’?
Can you hear me dyin’?
I want to talk to you
Listen too
Do you know me
Like I know you?
Do you love me
Like I love you?
Is it all the same, yeah?
We’ll be old friends
Tryin’.
Till the road ends
We’ll be fine.
Listen to me say to you
I got the music
I need the space
I like to use it
To get out of this place
Cause it’s all the same, yeah
I got the miserables
Help me
Don’t seem sensible
You tell me
I want to talk to you
Listen too
Too many times
I swallow my words
Is it a crime
To want to make her
Or is it all the same, yeah?

Maman
Composer(s): Christophe
Performer(s): Christophe



Une femme pleure son enfant perdu à tout jamais
Elle se souvient du temps passé où l'enfant lui disait
Maman maman quand m'achèteras-tu un train électrique?
Je le voudrais pour ne plus jouer avec celui des copains

Une femme pleure son enfant perdu à tout jamais
Elle se souvient du temps passé où l'enfant lui disait
Maman maman aujourd'hui c'est ta fête
Pour toi je suis allé cueillir ces petites fleurs
Qui te porteront bonheur ce ne sont que des coquelicots

Une femme pleure son enfant perdu à tout jamais
Elle se souvient du temps passé où l'enfant lui chantait
Ta ba dou...
 

120...150...200 Kms. Por Hora
Composer(s): Roberto Carlos
Performer(s): Roberto Carlos



As coisas estão passando mais depressa
O ponteiro marca 120
O tempo diminui
As árvores passam como vultos
A vida passa
O tempo passa
Estou a 130
As imagens se confundem
Estou fugindo de mim mesmo
Fugindo do passado
Do meu mundo assombrado
De tristeza
De incerteza
Estou a 140
Fugindo de você
 
Eu vou voando pela vida
Sem querer chegar
Nada vai mudar meu rumo
Nem me fazer voltar
 
Vivo fugindo sem destino algum
Sigo caminhos que me levam a lugar nenhum
 
O ponteiro marca 150
Tudo passa ainda mais depressa
O amor, a felicidade
O vento afasta uma lágrima 
Que começa a rolar no meu rosto
Estou a 160
Vou acender os faróis
Já é noite
Agora são as luzes que passam por mim
Sinto um vazio imenso
Estou só na escuridão
A 180
Estou fugindo de você
 
Eu vou sem saber pra onde
Nem quando vou parar
Não, não deixo marcas no caminho
Pra não saber voltar
 
Às vezes sinto que o mundo se esqueceu de mim
Não, não sei por quanto tempo ainda 
Eu vou viver assim
 
O ponteiro agora marca 190
Por um momento tive a sensação de ter você a meu lado
O banco está vazio
Estou só
A 200 por hora
Vou parar de pensar em você pra prestar atenção na estrada

Mamaïéba 
Composer(s): Alfredo Larios; Roger Loubet
Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri



Gentle breeze blows, so softly wakes the morning
(wakes the morning)
The air is still, see the night is yawning (night is yawning)
Feel the warmth of the first shy yellow sun rays falling
(sun rays falling)
Hear the birds sing, a newborn day are calling

In this life filled with loneliness and sorrow (sorrow)
Where dark are the dreams 
and the paths are narrow (paths are narrow)
Let your heart, freedom, peace, love, tenderness to follow (to follow)
Singing these words: "Think of a new tomorrow"

Ooh, mamamaïé, mamaïéba (mamaïéba)
Ooh, mamamaïé, mamaïéba (mamaïéba)
Ooh, mamamaïé, mamaïéba (mamaïéba)
Ooh, mamamaïé, mamaïéba (mamaïéba)

Children's laughter around with smiling faces (smiling faces)
Like flowers bloom, know no tribes or races (tribes or races)
Give them love, give them hope and music from all places (from all places)
Eagles fly high, always to find new spaces

Ooh, mamamaïé, mamaïéba (mamaïéba)
Ooh, mamamaïé, mamaïéba (mamaïéba)
Ooh, mamamaïé, mamaïéba (mamaïéba)
Ooh, mamamaïé, mamaïéba (mamaïéba)

Ooh, mamamaïé, mamaïéba (mamaïéba)
Ooh, mamamaïé, mamaïéba (mamaïéba)
Ooh, mamamaïé, mamaïéba (mamaïéba)
Ooh, mamamaïé, mamaïéba (mamaïéba) ....
 

1-2-3
Composer(s): Gloria M. Estefan; Enrique Garcia
Performer(s): Gloria Estefan & The Miami Sound Machine



They tell me you're a shy boy
But I want you just the same
Don't play innocent with me
You know it's not just fun and games
When I look into your eyes
So much passion burns inside
But if you need some coaxing
I will do it
Step by step there's nothing to it

1-2-3-4 come on baby say you love me
5-6-7 times
8-9-10-11 I'm just gonna keep on counting
Until you are mine

Come out of your shell, boy
You know we go like hand in glove
You're afraid of giving in
But I am never giving up on your love
And no matter what it takes
I will steal your heart away
Take a chance for once you won't regret it
Want my love just come and get it

1-2-3-4 come on baby say you love me
5-6-7 times
8-9-10-11 I'm just gonna keep on counting
Until you are mine

So no matter what it takes
I will steal your heart away
Take a chance for once you won't regret it
Want my love just come and get it

1-2-3-4 come on baby say you love me
5-6-7 times
8-9-10-11 I'm just gonna keep on counting
Until you are mine

1-2-3-4 come on baby say you love me
5-6-7 times
You got to give me your love
8-9-10-11 I'm just gonna keep on counting baby
Until you are mine

1-2-3-4
5-6-7 times
8-9-10-11

1-2-3-4
5-6-7 times
8-9-10-11

Mama, You Got A Daughter
Composer(s): John Lee Hooker
Performer(s): John Lee Hooker



Well mama mama, talk to your daughter for me
Well mama mama, talk to your daughter for me
Tell your daughter that I love her now, I'll do anything I can
Tell your daughter I love her, love her till the day I die
Tell your daughter I love her, I'll love her till the day I die
I want to you to talk to your daughter, talk to your daughter for me
I'm loving that woman, I'm crazy about your daughter
I'm waiting for your daughter, I love your daughter
I love your daughter, tell me what I'll do

I said look over here now mama
Ever since mama, your daughter was five years old
I was six years old, we were going to school together mama
I was a natural born fool for your daughter mama
Mama please talk to your daughter
Tell your daughter I love her mama
I love your daughter, do anything she says
Mama talk to your daughter
Mama talk to your daughter
Tell your daughter I love her
Mama talk to your daughter
Tell your daughter I love her
Mama talk to your daughter for me

I'm crazy about your daughter
Mama I'm crazy about your daughter
Mama talk to your daughter
You know that's your daughter
Tell your daughter I love her
Talk to your daughter, talk to your daughter for me
Mama talk to your daughter (repeat)
 

Oh! Look At Me Now
Composer(s): Joe Bushkin; John DeVries
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra



I'm not the guy who cared about love
And Im not the guy who cared about fortunes and such
I never cared much
Oh, look at me now!

I never knew the technique of kissing
I never knew the thrill I could get from your touch
I never knew much
Oh, look at me now!

I'm a new man better than Casanova at his best
With a new heart and a brand new start
Why I'm so proud I'm bustin' my vest

So I'm the guy who turned out a lover
Yes I'm the guy who laughed at those blue diamond rings
One of those things
Oh, look at me now!

I'not the guy who cared about love
And I'm not the guy who cared about fortunes and such
I never cared much
Oh, look at me now!

And I never knew the technique of kissing
I never knew the thrill I could get from your touch
I never knew much
Oh, look at me now!

I'm a new man better than Casanova at his very best
With a new heart and a brand new start
I'm so proud I'm bustin' my vest

So I'm the guy who turned out a lover
Yes I'm the guy who laughed at those blue diamond rings
One of those things
Oh, look at me now!
Look at me now!

Oh, My My
Composer(s): Vini Poncia; Richard Starkey
Performer(s): Ringo Starr;
Maggie Bell; Winston Groovy; David Hentschel



I phoned up my doctor
To see what's the matter
He said come on over
I said do I have to
My knees started shakin'
My wrist started achin'
When my doctor said to me...

Oh my my, oh my my
Can you boogie, can you slide
Oh my my, oh my my
You can boogie, if you try
Oh my my, oh my my
It's guaranteed to keep you alive

The head nurse
She blew in, just like a tornado
When they started dancin'
I jumped off the table
I felt myself healin', and I was leavin'
This is what they said to me...

Oh my my, oh my my
Can you boogie, can you slide
Oh my my, oh my my
You can boogie, you can fly
Oh my my, if you try
It's guaranteed to keep you alive

Now if you should slow down
And you're feelin' low down
Don't call up your doctor
Just grab you a partner
It's what you've been missin'
I've got your prescription
That boogie woogie remedy

Oh my my, oh my my
You can you boogie, can you slide
Oh my my, oh my my
We can boogie, 'till we die
Oh my my, if you try
It's guaranteed to keep you alive

Oh my my, oh my my
Watch me boogie, watch me fly
Oh my my, oh my my
Born to boogie, born to slide
Oh my my, oh my my
Ooh wee boogie, ooh wee I
Oh my my, oh my my 
Play that boogie, play that slide

Mama, Mag Mijn Popje Naar De Hemel
Composer(s): Cy Coben; Bobbejaan Schoepen; Louis Verbeeck
Performer(s): Bobbejaan Schoepen



Marleentje was een jaar of drie
Zij ging vaak spelen met haar popje op de straat
En toen een wagen kwam die plotseling vergeefs nog had geremd
Hield zij haar pop krampachtig vast geklemd

M'n lij haar toen in een wit bed
Daar lag ze bleekjes met haar popje in haar arm
Zij kon niet horen wat de dokter tot haar moeder zachtjes zei
En smeken en vol pijn fluisterde zij

Mammie, mag m'n popje naar de hemel met me mee
Mammie, mag m'n popje naar de hemel met me mee
Zijn de engeltjes soms boos
Kijk het slaapt gelijk een roos
Mammie, mag m'n popje naar de hemel met me mee

Nu slaapt ze stil, maar voor altijd
Haar kleine pop naast haar zoals ze had gevraagd
En in de nacht zit er een moeder eenzaam naast een lege bed
Zij hoort een kinderstem die zachtjes klaagt

Oh, mammie, mag m'n popje naar de hemel met me mee
Mammie, mag m'n popje naar de hemel met me mee
Zijn de engeltjes soms boos
Kijk het slaapt gelijk een roos
Mammie, mag m'n popje naar de hemel met me mee

Zijn de engeltjes soms boos
Kijk het slaapt gelijk een roos
Mammie, mag m'n popje naar de hemel met me mee
 

Oh My Lady
Composer(s): Kim Berly
Performer(s): The Stampeders



Oh, my lady
I'm alone, you'd feel your presence in the night
Oh, my lady
Through the storm I felt your fire, saw your light
Oh, my lady
I said lady, I can feel
That soon my lady will be free
And ain't it like walkin' out after the pourin' rain
To meet the morning train

Oh, my lady
There will be time for reflection and for play
Oh, my lady
Well, a darker night will dawn a brighter day
Oh, my lady
I said lady, I can feel
That soon my lady will be real
And ain't it like walkin' out after the pourin' rain
To meet the morning train

And life being what it is
She'll be round in time
And time changing like it does
Oh, won't change my mind about my lady so real
I said, my lady can feel
And ain't it like walkin' out through the pourin' rain
To meet the morning train

---- Instrumental Interlude ----

Oh, my lady
I said lady, I can feel
That soon my lady will be real
And ain't it like walkin' out after the pourin' rain
To meet the morning train
Well, in the morning rain
Oh, my lady

Mama, Look At Bubu
Composer(s): Lord Melody
Performer(s): Harry Belafonte



I wonder why nobody don't like me
Or is it the fact that I'm ugly?
I wonder why nobody don't like me
Or is it the fact that I'm ugly?

I leave my whole house and home
My children don't want me no more
Bad talk inside de house dey bring
And when I talk they start to sing

"Mama, look at bubu" they shout
Their mother tell them "shut up your mout'"
"That is your daddy", "oh, no"
"My daddy can't be ugly so"
"Shut your mout' " "Go away"

"Mama, look at bubu" dey (ooh)
"Shut your mout' " "Go away"
"Mama, look at bubu" dey 

I couldn't even digest me supper
Due to thee children's behavior
John ("Yes, pa")-"come here a moment"
"Bring de belt, you're much too impudent"
John says it's James who started first
James tells thee story in reverse
I drag my belt from off me waist
You should hear dem screamin' round de place

"Mama, look at bubu" they shout
Their mother tell them "shut up your mout'"
"That is your daddy", "oh, no"
"My daddy can't be ugly so"
"Shut your mout'" "Go away"

"Mama, look at bubu" dey (ooh)
"Shut your mout'" "Go away"
"Mama, look at bubu" dey (oh)
 

Oh, Moon Of The Summer Night
(Tell My Mother Her Boy Is All Right)
Composer(s): Allan J. Flynn



Over There, The silvry moon was shining
Over There, A soldier boy while pining 
To the moon pleaded, And if it heeded 
This is what it heard him say, Oh!

Over There, The night was dark and dreary
Over There, Two loving hearts were weary 
Sweetheart and mother, Asking each other 
Will our Soldier boy return, Oh!

Moon, of the summer night
Your silvry beams bring me dreams
of the loved ones way back home
Could you only tell them all
That I'm safe tonight
How it would cheer up the loved ones far across the foam
Over yonder in the golden west
My mother's praying
And the little girl I love the best, Is praying too
So I'm asking you, Oh! Moon
Won't you send your light
And tell my mother for me, cross the sea
Her boy's alright

Mama, I'm Coming Home
Composer(s): Lemmy Kilmister; Ozzy Osbourne; Zakk Wylde
Performer(s): Ozzy Osbourne;
Lily Holbrook; Iron Horse; Bud E. Luv



Times have changed and times are strange
Here I come but I ain't the same
Mama, I'm coming home
Times go by, seems to be
You could have been a better friend to me
Mama, I'm coming home

You took me in and you drove me out
Yeah, you had me hypnotized, yeah
Lost and found and turned around
By the fire in your eyes

You made me cry, you told me lies
But I can't stand to say goodbye
Mama, I'm coming home
I could be right, I could be wrong
It hurts so bad it's been so long
Mama, I'm coming home

Selfish love yeah we're both alone
The ride before the fall, yeah
But I'm gonna take this heart of stone
I just got to have it all

I've seen your face a hundred times
Everyday we've been apart
I don't care about the sunshine, yeah
'Cause mama, mama, I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home

You took me in and you drove me out
Yeah, you had me hypnotized, yeah
Lost and found and turned around
By the fire in your eyes

I've seen your face a thousand times
Everyday we've been apart
I don't care about the sunshine, yeah
'Cause mama, mama, I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home

Oh, Lonesome Me
French Title: Oh Quelle Nuit
Composer(s): Don Gibson
Performer(s): Don Gibson;
and various other artists



Everybody's going out and having fun 
I'm just a fool for staying home and having none 
I can't get over how she set me free 
Oh lonesome me 

A bad mistake I'm making bout just hanging round 
I know that I should have some fun an paint the town 
A love sick fool that's blind and just can't see 
Oh lonesome me 

I'll bet she's not like me 
She's out an fancy free 
Flirting with the boys with all her charms 
But I still love her so 
And brother don't you know 
I'd welcome her right back here in my arms 

Well there must be some way 
I can lose these lonesome blue 
Forget about the past and find somebody new 
I've thought of everything from A to Z 
Oh lonesome me 

(guitar solo) (ba-de-op-bop-bop) 
(ba-de-op-bop-bop) 
(Oh lonesome me) 

Well I bet she's not like me 
She's out and fancy free 
Flirting with the boys with all her charms 
But I still love her so 
And brother don't you know 
I'd welcome her right back into my arms 

Well there must be some way 
I can lose these lonesome blues 
Forget about the past and find somebody new 
I've thought of everything from A to Z 
Oh lonesome me 

Oh lonesome me...

Mama, I Wanna Make Rhythm
Composer(s): Jerome Jerome; Richard Byron; Walter Kent
Performer(s): Cab Calloway
and various other artists



Yasha was a prodigy, since he was a kid of three
He could play a rhapsody as good as they come
But as strange as it may be, Yasha hated melody
He had a yen for tympani, he longed to play a drum
When his Mother made him practice on the fiddle every day
He'd stop right in the middle and he'd say....

Mama, I wanna make rhythm
Don't wanta make music
Just wanna go zoozi-zah-zah-zoozi
Ooh-cah-dee-doodle-oodle-aah-doo

Mama, I wanna get hotcha
I wanta make boombah
I wanna go gah-gah
Za-rah-kah, zat-zow, ooh-dee-lah

I've got no desire to carry a Stradivarius, but
There's no limit of primitive tom-tom in my tum-tum

Mama, I wanna make rhythm
Don't wanta make music
Just wanna go wookee-ah-kay-a-kaya-kaya
Yag-a-yag-a-yag-a-yag

Oh, Lady Be Good
Composer(s): George Gershwin; Ira Gershwin
Performer(s): Ella Fitzgerald;
and various other artists



Listen to my tale of woe
it's terribly sad but true
All dressed up, no place to go 
Each evening I'm awfully blue
I must win some handsome guy 
Can't go on like this
I could blossom out I know
With somebody just like you
So... 
Oh, sweet and lovely lady, be good 
Oh, lady, be good to me 
I am so awfully misunderstood 
So lady, be good to me 
Oh, please have some pity 
I'm all-alone in this big city 
I tell you I'm just a lonesome babe in the wood
So lady be good to me
Oh, please have some pity 
I'm all alone in this big city 
I tell you I'm just a lonesome babe in the wood
So lady be good to me
Oh lady be good to me

Mama, Don't Whip Little Buford
Composer(s): Kenneth C. Burns; Henry D. Haynes



Mama don't whip little Buford
Mama don't pound on his head
Mama don't whip little Buford
I think you should shoot him instead

(Henry)
Bang! 

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