Are You Sincere?
Composer(s): Wayne Walker
First release by: Andy Williams - 1958
Covered by multiple other artists



Are you sincere when you say I love you
Are you sincere when you say you love me too
Oh and are you really mine every day, all the time
I've gotta know which way to go
Will our love grow, are you sincere

Are you sincere when you say I love you
Honey, are you sincere when you say you love me too

And are you really mine every day, all the time
I've gotta know which way to go
Will our love grow, are you sincere 

Dio Mio No
Composer(s): Lucio Battisti - Mogol
First release by: Lucio Battisti - 1971



Io sto già tremando d'amore
lei viene qui questa sera
è solo una questione di ore
spero di non morire
vedendola entrare
potremo restare soli
Ho messo il vino nel frigo
cuoce sul fuoco il sugo
il macellaio dovrebbe arrivare
dovrebbe portare
bistecche e caviale
ma un dubbio mi assale

Lei verrà o non verrà
non verrà non verrà non verrà non verrà
non verrà non verrà non verrà non verrà
Dio mio no
Dio mio no
dimmi solo che verrà

le voglio sfiorare i capelli col respiro
del mio cuore
le voglio accarezzare le mani
con sguardi leggeri con frasi d'amore
d'amore
d'amore

Il campanello grida "ti amo"
apro e stringo già la sua mano
poi la guardo mentre cammina
mentre siede vicina
intanto che mangia di gusto
la carne il caviale e il resto
Dopo aver mangiato la frutta
si alza e chiede dove c'è il letto
poi scompare dietro la porta
la sento mi chiama
la vedo in pigiama
e lei si avvicina e lei si avvicina
vicina vicina vicina vicina vicina
Dio mio no
Dio mio no
cosa fai che cosa fai

Are You Really Mine
Composer(s): Al Hoffman - Dick Manning
Performer(s): Jimmie Rodgers



(Really really really mine you're really mine 
Really really really mine you're really mine) 

You tell me that you love me 
And you tell me that you want me 
And you even wear my graduation ring 

(Doo-wah) It's too wonderful 
(Doo-wah) It's too beautiful 
(Doo-wah) It's a fantastic thing 

Are you really really mine (really mine) 
Really mine (really mine) 
Really mine 
Will my lucky little star (little star) 
Really shine (really shine) 
Really shine 
Kiss me with feeling 
Make my heart go reeling 
Make me know that you are really really really mine 

(Really really really mine you're really mine 
Really really really mine you're really mine) 

You call me every morning 
And you see me every evening 
And you swear that I'm the only one for you 

(Doo-wah) Here's the funny part 
(Doo-wah) Though you cross your heart 
(Doo-wah) I can't believe it's true 

Are you really really mine (really mine) 
Really mine (really mine) 
Really mine 
Will my lucky little star (little star) 
Really shine (really shine) 
Really shine 
Kiss me with feeling 
Make my heart go reeling 
Make me know that you are really really really mine 

(Really really really mine you're really mine) 
Really mine 

(Really really really mine you're really mine) 
Really mine 
(Really really really mine you're really mine) 

Dio È Morto
Composer(s): Karin de Ponti - Francesco Guccini
First release by: I Nomadi - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists



Ho visto
la gente della mia età andare via
lungo le strade che non portano mai a niente
cercare il sogno che conduce alla pazzia
nella ricerca di qualcosa che non trovano
nel mondo che hanno già
dentro le notti che dal vino son bagnate
dentro le stanze da pastiglie trasformate
dentro le nuvole di fumo
nel mondo fatto di città
essendo contro ed ingoiare
la nostra stanca civiltà
È un Dio che è morto
ai bordi delle strade, Dio è morto
nelle auto prese a rate, Dio è morto
nei miti dell'estate, Dio è morto

M'han detto
che questa mia generazione ormai non crede
in ciò che spesso han mascherato con la fede
nei miti eterni della patria e dell'eroe
perché è venuto ormai il momento di negare
tutto ciò che è falsità
le fedi fatti di abitudini e paura
una politica che è solo far carriera
il perbenismo interessato
la dignità fatta di vuoto
l'ipocrisia di chi sta sempre
con la ragione e mai col torto
È un Dio che è morto
nei campi di sterminio, Dio è morto
coi miti della razza, Dio è morto
con gli odi di partito, Dio è morto

Io penso
che questa mia generazione è preparata
a un mondo nuovo e a una speranza appena nata
ad un futuro che ha già in mano
a una rivolta senza armi
perché noi tutti ormai sappiamo
che se Dio muore è per tre giorni
e poi risorge
In ciò che noi crediamo Dio è risorto
in ciò che noi vogliamo Dio è risorto
nel mondo che faremo Dio è risorto!

Are You Ready?
Composer(s): Phil Lynott - Brian Downey - Scott Gorham
First release by: Thin Lizzy - 1980



Are you ready to rock? 
Are you ready to rip it up? 
Do you know what I'm talking about? 
Are you ready to get it up? 

Are you ready to rock? 
Are you ready to hit the floor? 
Are you ready lover? 
If you're ready, I'm ready!

Are you ready to rip it up? 
Are you ready to tear it down? 
Do you know what I'm talking about? 
I'm not messing you around

Are you ready to rock? 
Are you ready to hit the floor? 
Are you ready lover? 
'cause if you're ready, I'm ready!

Are you ready to rip it up? 
Are you ready to tear it down? 
Do you know what I'm thinking of? 
I'm not messing you around

Are you ready to rock? 
Are you ready to hit the floor? 
Are you ready now? 
`cause if you're ready, I'm ready!
Look out!

Dino's Song
Composer(s): Dino Valente
Performer(s): Quicksilver Messenger Service



I don't ever want to see you crying
And I don't ever want to see you blue
oh no, all I ever wanted to do was know you
And maybe hope you could know me too
Well I don't ever want to make you sorry
For anything you've ever said or done
Oh no, all I ever wanted to do was love you
And maybe hope you could love me too
And it's all right baby, I'm in love with you
And it's all right, I would never make you blue or try to play with you

Well I don't ever want to spoil your party, babe
Or tell you where to go or what to do
Oh no, all I ever wanted to do was know you
There may be hope you could know me too
And it's all right baby, I'm in love with you
And it's all right, I would never make you blue or try to play with you

Well I don't ever want to spoil your party, babe
Or tell you where to go or what to do
Oh no, all I ever wanted to do was love you
There may be hope you could love me too

Are You Ready? 
Composer(s): C. Allen - J. Hill
Performer(s): Pacific Gas & Electric



There's rumours of war
Men dying and women crying
If you breathe air, you'll die 
Perhaps you wonder the reason why
But wait! 
Don't you worry
A new day is dawning 
We'll catch the sun, and away we'll fly..

Are you ready to sit by His throne?
Are you ready not to be alone?
Someone's coming to take you home
And if you're ready, then He'll carry you home

(Are you ready?) 
(Are you ready?)

People say that He won't come
And I don't know what say you
But if He should, would you be the one?
I've got a little question I'd like to ask you

Are you ready to sit by His throne?
Are you ready not to be alone?
Someone's coming to take you home
And if you're ready, then He'll carry you home

(Are you ready?) 
(Are you ready?)

Brothers and sisters, I have many
Stumbling along to do their thing
Love is a song, it's better than any
It's better for music, it's easy to sing

Are you ready to sit by His throne?
Are you ready not to be alone?
Someone's coming to take you home
And if you're ready, then He'll carry you home

Are you ready to sit by His throne?
Are you ready not to be alone? 
Someone's coming to take you home
And if you're ready, then He'll carry you home 

(Yes, I'm ready)
Are you ready? (Yes, I'm ready) 
Are you ready? (Yes, I'm ready)
I've got to know, yeah (Yes, I'm ready)
You sound real good (Yes, I'm ready)
Are you ready? (Yes, I'm ready)
Gonna be sunshine again (Yes, I'm ready)
And the flowers growing (Yes, I'm ready)
Children playing (Yes, I'm ready)
Gonna be all right (Yes, I'm ready)
You've got to be ready (Yes, I'm ready)
I know you're ready (Yes, I'm ready)
Say it loud one more time (Yes, yes, I'm ready)
Oh, yeah (Yes, yes, I'm ready)

Dinner With Drac
Composer(s): Cory - Hayden
Performer(s): John Zacherle



A dinner was served for three
At Dracula's house by the sea
The hors dourvres were fine
But I choked on my wine
When I learned that the main course was me

The waitress, a vampire named Perkins
Was so very fond of small gherkins
While serving tea
She ate forty-three
Which pickled her internal workings

Igor the scalpels go on the left
With the pitchforks, Igor, Igor!

What a swimmer is Dracula's daughter
But they use her pool less than they oughtta
When her guests dive in there, they just disappear
The blood stains the boats, but its easy to float
Because blood is much thicker than water

Dracula, old friend, how are things in Transylvania

For dessert there was batwing confetti
And the veins of a mummy named Betty
I first frowned upon it
But with ketchup on it
It tasted very much like spaghetti

Goodnight, whatever you are

Ave Maria
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour



Ave, Maria, ave, Maria
Chi ha, sofferto, viene da te
Da, te che sai cos'e', la miseria e il dolore
Dei giorni umani, maria le mani
Ave, (ave) Maria, ave (ave) Maria
Tu che hai dato, il figlio che hai
Per, riscattere noi
Sai, capire chi piange, chi ha sempre meno
Maria il tuo seno

Ave, (ave) Maria, (ave) ave, (ave) Maria
C'e', la notte, negli occhi miei
Maria, rischiara il mio cammino
E, portami lontano
Ave, Maria
Ave Maria, ave Maria
Ave Maria, ave Maria
Ave Maria, ave Maria
Ave Maria, ave Maria
Ave

Ich Bin 
Composer(s): M. Panas - N. Munro
Performer(s): Vicky Leandros



Ich bin
Wie ich bin

Hab' ein Herz wie die andern
Bin nicht gern allein

Doch ich liebe die Freiheit
Schau mich an

Du kannst nichts ändern daran

Bitte nimm mich so wie ich bin

Denn ich kann keine and're für dich sein
Doch liebst du mich so
Wie ich bin

Wirst du's niemals bereu'n
La
La
La ...
Doch liebst du mich so
Wie ich bin

Wirst du's niemals bereu'n

Bitte nimm mich so wie ich bin

Ich bin
Wie ich bin

Nein
Du kannst mich nicht ändern
Aber hab' Vertrau'n

Denn mein Herz wird dich lieben
Ich bin
Wie ich bin la
La
La
Ich bin
Wie ich bin la
La
La ...

Dinner For One Please, James
Composer(s): Michael Carr
Performer(s): Al Bowlly
and multiple other artists



Dinner for one please, James 
The Madame will not be dining 
Yes, you may bring the wine in 
Love plays such funny games 

Dinner for one please, James 
Close Madame's room, we've parted 
Please, don't look so downhearted 
Love plays such funny games 

Seems my best friend told her of another 
I had no chance to deny 
You know there has never been another 
Someday she'll find out the lie 

Maybe she's not to blame 
Leave me with silent hours 
No, don't move her favorite flowers 
Dinner for one please, James 

Maybe she's not to blame 
Leave me with silent hours 
No, don't move her favorite flowers 
Dinner for one please, James

Are You Ready?
Composer(s): A. Young - M. Young
Performer(s): AC/DC



Sweet apple pie
standing in the street
hands outta line
looking for some meat
she'll take you high when you feel her sting
she'll make you fly
then you know you're comin'
who all need it, who
who all need it, you
who all need it who all need it
you all breathe it
we all need it
are you ready for a good time
then get ready for the night line
are you ready for a good time
then get ready for the night line
are you ready for a good time

she's making eyes
at everything she meet
it ain't it a crime
when she make you pump heat
she'll make you fly because that's her thing
she'll make you dry
then you know you're broken in
who all need it, you
who all need it, yes you do
you all breathe it
we all need it
are you ready for a good time
then get ready for the night line
are you ready for a good time
then get ready for the night line
are you ready for a good time

who all need it
who all need it
who all need it, who all need it
you all breathe it, we all breathe it
are you ready for a good time
then get ready for the night line
are you ready for a good time
are you ready for a good time, are you ready
are you ready for a good time, I wanna good time
are you ready for a good time, are you ready
are you ready for a good time, good good good good time
are you ready for a good time, are you ready ready ready

Are you ready for a good time

Dinner At Eight
Composer(s): Dorothy Fields - Jimmy McHugh
Performer(s): Al Bowlly
and multiple other artists



Don’t forget, dinner at eight
Two gardenias at your plate
Under the table, our hands will meet
We should be able to be discreet
Lights are dim, moonlight above
That’s how people fall in love
Just tell your mother you might be late
Don’t forget, dinner at eight

Pobre Diablo
Composer(s): Ramón Arcusa - Manuel de la Calva - Julio Iglesias - Fred Jorge
Performer(s): Julio Iglesias; Alexandre Pires



Hoy pasaste
por mi lado
sin fijarte, sin mirarme
de otros brazos

No quisiera
ni pensarlo
pero sigo como un tonto
enamorado

Quien pudiera estar contigo y ser el otro
Yo sabría retenerte poco a poco
Y es que a fuerza de ignorarme has conseguido
Que te quiera como a nadie yo he querido

Tú no sabes
que se siente
cuando alguien que tú quieres
no te quiere

Quién diría
que a mis años
por tu culpa yo me siento
un pobre diablo

Quien pudiera estar contigo y ser el otro
Yo sabría retenerte poco a poco
Y es que a fuerza de ignorarme has conseguido
Que te quiera como a nadie yo he querido

Tú no sabes
que se siente
cuando alguien que tú quieres
no te quiere

Quién diría
que a mis años
por tu culpa yo me siento
un pobre diablo

Dingue
Composer(s): Jean Ferrat
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat



Pour faire ma pub'
Descends ton slip
J'te f'rai un tube
Avec mon clip
Image de fesse
À bout portant
Il pleut à verse
Sur mon écran
Ouvre les cuisses
Que je te mate
Mon audimat
Est au beau fixe
Les idées-chocs
Le poids du fric
Je baisse mon froc
Sur cette éthique

La vie débloque
À tout berzingue
Dans mon époque
Je deviens dingue

Au faire savoir
Succède le voir
À défaut d'être
Il faut paraître
J'ai la moutarde
Qui m'monte au nez
Passe la rhubarbe
Voila l'séné
À toi l'Oscar
À moi l'Sept d'or
À toi l'César
À nous l'veau d'or
Tu s'ras au Hit
Je s'rai au Top
J'te félicite
Bravo mon pote

La vie débloque
À tout berzingue
Dans mon époque
Je deviens dingue

Faut des gagneurs
Faut des perdants
Mort aux losers
Place aux battants
Vole une pomme
Et tu es cuit
Descends un homme
T'as du sursis
Un flic tabasse
Un jeune en loques
Ça laisse pas d'traces
Justice en toc
Un flic qui casse
Comme un canaque
Putain d'ta race
Un beur qui claque

La vie débloque
À tout berzingue
Dans mon époque
Je deviens dingue

La France qui gagne
Les p'tits boulots
Les années bagne
Métro dodo
La France qui trinque
Dans les banlieues
Passe-moi la s'ringue
À être heureux
Si t'as des fois
Mal aux magouilles
L'état de droit
Qui part en couilles
Si ça te ronge
Aux entournures
Prends donc l'éponge
Aux fausses factures

La vie débloque
À tout berzingue
Dans mon époque
Je deviens dingue

T'as pas 100 balles
Pour le cancer
T'as pas 100 balles
Pour le SIDA
T'as pas 100 balles
Pour la misère
T'as pas 100 balles
Pendant c'temps-là
500 milliards
Partent en fumée
500 milliards
Partent en fusées
500 milliards
Aux militaires
500 milliards
Foutus en l'air

La vie débloque
À tout berzingue
Dans mon époque
Je deviens dingue

Maman bobo
J'ai mal au coeur
Papa Rambo
Fait un malheur
Avec sa guerre
En vidéo
Qui rassérène
Le populo
Avec ses bombes
Aseptisées
Ses hécatombes
Banalisées
Il fait la r'tape
Au consensus
Sa force de frappe
J'l'ai dans l'anus

La vie débloque
À tout berzingue
Dans mon époque
Je deviens dingue

Are You Ready, Eddy?
Composer(s): Keith Emerson - Greg Lake - Carl Palmer
Performer(s): Emerson, Lake & Palmer



Are you ready, Eddy, to turn out rock-and-roll?
(Eddy edit, Eddy, Eddy edit)
Are you ready, Eddy, ready to rock-and-roll?
(Eddy edit, Eddy, Eddy edit)
Are you ready, Eddy, to give me some of your soul?
(Eddy edit, Eddy, Eddy edit)

Are you ready, Eddy, to pull those faders down?
(Eddy edit, Eddy, Eddy edit)
Are you ready, Eddy, to pull those faders down?
(Eddy edit, Eddy, Eddy edit)
Are you ready, Eddy, to turn your scully round?
(Eddy edit, Eddy, Eddy edit)

Are you ready, Eddy, to pull those faders down?
(Eddy edit, Eddy, Eddy edit)
Are you ready, Eddy, to pull those faders down?
(Eddy edit, Eddy, Eddy edit)
Are you ready, Eddy, to turn your scully round?
(Eddy edit, Eddy, Eddy edit)

Well, are you ready, Eddy, to turn your sixteen tracks on?
(Eddy edit, Eddy, Eddy edit)
Are you ready, Eddy, with your sixteen tracks?
(Eddy edit, Eddy, Eddy edit)
Are you ready, Eddy? A bit of vibing is all it lacks
(Eddy edit, Eddy, Eddy edit)

Well, vibe me Eddy, vibe me all night long?
(Vibe me, Eddy, Vibe me, vibe me, Eddy)
Vibe me, Eddy, vibe me all night long
(Vibe me, Eddy, Vibe me, vibe me, Eddy)
While you're vibing me, Eddy, nothing can go wrong
(Vibe me, Eddy, Vibe me, vibe me, Eddy)

Ding-Dong! The Witch Is Dead
Composer(s): Harold Arlen - E.Y. "Yip" Harburg
First performance by: The Singer Midgets - 1939
Covered by multiple other artists



Ding dong, the witch is dead
Witch, old witch, the wicked witch
Ding dong, the wicked witch is dead
Heigh-ho, the dairy-o
Sing it high, sing it low
Ding dong, the wicked witch is dead
She's gone where the damned ones go
Below, below, below
So now, let's jump on up and sing and ring some bells now
Ding dong, the witch is dead
Witch, old witch, the wicked witch
Ding dong, the wicked witch is dead
She's gone where the damned ones go
Below, below, below
So now, let's jump on up and sing and ring some bells now
She's gone where the damned ones go
Below, below, below
So now, let's jump on up and sing and ring some bells now
Ding dong, the witch is dead
Witch, old witch, the wicked witch
Ding dong, the wicked witch is dead
Heigh-ho, the dairy-o
Sing it high, sing it low
Ding dong, the wicked witch is dead

Are You Ready For The Country?
Composer(s): Neil Young
First release by: Neil Young - 1972
Covered by multiple other artists



Slipping and sliding and playing domino
Lefting and then Righting; it's not a crime you know
You gotta tell your story boy, before it's time to go
Are you ready for the country because it's time to go?

I was talkin' to the preacher - said God was on my side
Then I ran to the hangman - he said "it's time to die"
You gotta tell your story boy
You know the reason why

Are you ready for the Country 
Because it's time to go? 

Ding-Din-Dong
Composer(s): Raymond Asso - P. Dreyfus
Performer(s): Edith Piaf



Quand il naquit, son père sa mère
Depuis longtemps, ne s'aimaient plus
Ça fait qu'il arriva sur terre
Un peu comme un enfant perdu
Quand on est môme, ça vous dégoûte
De ne jamais rire de tout son cœur
Alors, très jeune, il prit la route
Et s'enfuit chercher le bonheur
Ding Din Dong, chantons sa plainte
Ding Din Dong, chantons-la donc
Il chercha dans la solitude
Il chercha aussi dans le bruit
De chercher, ayant l'habitude
Quand il le trouva, il s'enfuit
Puis il aima, elle était blonde
Elle l'aimait bien, oui mais voilà
Elle se donnait à tout le monde
Il la battit puis s'en alla
Ding Din Dong, chantons sa plainte
Ding Din Dong, chantons-la donc
Il se dit: "Les blondes sont volages
Mais les cheveux noirs c'est plus sérieux"
Il prit un brune, promit mariage
Pensant qu'cette fois il s'rait heureux
Au bout de cinq à six semaines
Elle s'ennuyait à la maison
"Vraiment", dit-il, "je n'ai pas d'veine
Elle a pourtant pas les ch'veux blonds"
Ding Din Dong, chantons sa plainte
Ding Din Dong, chantons-la donc
Il ne savait pas que les femmes
Ça n'aime pas l'bonheur quotidien
Et l'pauvre garçon s'torturait l'âme
"Mais j'l'aime... mon Dieu...
Ah que j'l'aime bien"
Et, mordu par la jalousie
Y n'savait plus que s'lamenter
"On va m'la prendre, elle est jolie"
Alors il voulut la tuer
Ding Din Dong, chantons sa plainte
Ding Din Dong, chantons-la donc
Mais elle était vraiment fidèle
Il l'aimait tant qu'il préféra
Se faire sauter la cervelle
Il en mourut et puis voilà
Si cette histoire vous fait rire
C'est que vous n'avez rien compris
Il cherchait le bonheur, le pire
Est qu'il trouva la mort, tant pis...
Ding Din Dong, finit sa plainte...
Ding Din Dong, et Ding et Dong...

Avant Toi
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour 
Performer(s): Mama Béa



Avant toi
Aveuglé de misère
Mon unique lumière
Était celle de Dieu
Avant toi
À l'orée de l'enfance
J'ai surpris la souffrance
Avant d'ouvrir les yeux
Avant toi
je n'eus pour toute famille
Que quelques pauvres filles
Belles de nuit, de jour
Qui sans joie
M'ont appris bien des choses
Qu'au fond des maisons closes
On croit être l'amour

Avant toi
À quinze ans pitoyable
Dans un hôtel minable
J'ai laissé ma vertu
Avant toi
La faim collée au ventre
J'ai poussé la goualante
Dans les cours et les rues
Avant toi
J'ai connu la violence
Jusqu'au jour où la chance
Simplement m'a trouvé
Et pour moi
Qui fréquentais les bouges
On mit le tapis rouge
Et Paris à mes pieds

Avant toi
Un moment j'ai pu croire
A une belle histoire
Mais le rêve fut cours
Avant toi
Une mort un scandale
Dans les rues de Pigalle
Et tout le bruit autour

Avant toi
Chargé de tous les vices
On me prétend complice
On met ma vie à nu
Et les voix
De tous ceux qui m'accusent
Que les radios diffusent
Me rejettent à la rue

Avant toi
De déboires en déboires
La route de la gloire
Fut un chemin de croix
Mille fois
J'ai entrevu le vide
Mais Dieu restait mon guide
L'amour restait ma foi

Avant toi
De bateaux en rivages
De marins en naufrages
Je scrutais l'horizon
Avant toi
Mes amours éphémères
Milord ou légionnaire
Sont devenus chansons
Avant toi
Les petits bals de France
Déroulaient mes souffrances
En mille variations
Sous les doigts
Secs et longs d'un artiste
Tournaient les âmes tristes
Grâce à l'accordéon

Avant toi
Au sommet de la gloire
J'avais du mal à croire
À l'amour éternel

Avant toi
De folie en folie
J'ai dépensé ma vie
En aimant au pluriel

Avant toi
J'attendais avec fièvre
Qu'enfin ce jour se lève
Où ma main tracera
Une Croix
Sur mon passé d'angoisse
Pour qu'en mon coeur s'effacent
Tous mes jours d'avant toi