Au Bois De Mon Coeur
Composer(s): Georges Brassens
Performer(s): Georges Brassens



Au bois d'Clamart y a des petit's fleurs
Y a des petit's fleurs
Y a des copains au, au bois d'mon cœur
Au, au bois d'mon cœur

Au fond de ma cour j'suis renommé
J'suis renommé
Pour avoir le cœur mal famé
Le cœur mal famé

Au bois d'Vincenn's y a des petit's fleurs
Y a des petit's fleurs
Y a des copains au, au bois d'mon cœur
Au, au bois d'mon cœur

Quand y a plus d'vin dans mon tonneau
Dans mon tonneau
Ils n'ont pas peur de boir' mon eau
De boire mon eau

Au bois d'Meudon y a des petit's fleurs
Y a des petit's fleurs
Y a des copains au, au bois d'mon cœur
Au, au bois d'mon cœur

Ils m'accompagn'nt à la mairie
A la mairie
Chaque fois que je me marie
Que je me marie

Au bois d'Saint-Cloud y a des petit's fleurs
Y a des petit's fleurs
Y a des copains au, au bois d'mon cœur
Au, au bois d'mon cœur

Chaqu' fois qu'je meurs fidèlement
Fidèlement
Ils suivent mon enterrement
Mon enterrement

...des petites fleurs...
Au, au bois d'mon cœur...

Donald, Where's Your Trousers
(Traditional)
Performer(s): The Men They Couldn't Hang



I just got down from the Isle of Skye
I'm not very big but I'm awful shy
All the lassies shout as I walk by
"Donald, Where's Your Trousers?"

Let the wind blow high and the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt I go
All the lassies cry, "Hello!
Donald, where's your trousers?"

I went to a fancy ball
It was slippery in the hall
I was afraid that I may fall
Because I nay had on trousers

I went down to London town
To have a little fun in the underground
All the Ladies turned their heads around, saying
"Donald, where's your trousers?"

The lassies love me every one
But they must catch me if they can
You canna put the breeks on a highland man, saying
"Donald, where's your trousers?"

Au Bal De La Chance
Composer(s): Jacques Larue - Norbert Glanzberg
Performer(s): Edith Piaf



Le long de l'herbe
L'eau coule et fait des ronds
Le ciel superbe
Éblouit les environs
Le grand soleil joue aux boules
Avec les pommiers fleuris
Le bal, devant l'eau qui coule
Rabâche des airs de Paris

Danse, danse au bal de la chance
Danse, danse ma rêverie...

Les parasols sur la berge en gestes lents
Saluent d'une révérence
Les chalands
Tandis qu'une fille danse
Dans les bras d'un marinier
Le ciel fait des imprudences
Mais l'amour n'est pas le dernier...

Danse, danse au bal de la chance
Danse, danse au ciel printanier...

Le vent, tournant dans les feuilles des bosquets
Avec le chant des pinsons, fait des bouquets
Mais elle n'écoute guère
Que les mots de ce garçon
Des mots d'amour si vulgaires
Qu'ils font rire au ciel les pinsons

Danse, danse au bal de la chance
Danse, danse avec ma chanson...

Je pense encore à ce jour de l'an dernier
Sur mon épaule, mon rêve est prisonnier
Celà n'a ni queue ni tête
Pourtant, j'ai le cœur bien gros
Pour les marins en goguette
L'amour, ça coule au fil de l'eau

Danse, danse au bal de la chance
Danse, danse mon cœur d'oiseau...

Donald The Dub
Composer(s): Rice - Frank Crumit
Performer(s): Frank Crumit



Listen to the tale of a stalwart male
Who lost his well known Nanny
Donald was his name and golf was the game
That made him grey as his Granny

He practised much but his style was such
That his handicap stayed at thirty
All the words he used when the ball he bruised
Were nothing else than dirty

In the locker room every night
He’d sing of his awful plight

Oh! The dirty little pill went rolling down the hill
And rolled right into a bunker
From there to the green I took thirteen
And there by gosh I sunk ‘er

I get no fun in the air and sun
But down in the traps I labour
I sweat and weep where the sand is deep
Till I want to murder my neighbour

(thwack!) Oh! Baby, look at that drive 
Wheee!
Now whoa, whoa 
Whoa you… (out of bounds)
Alright, caddy, give me another ball

There was one great day that came his way
His score he was sure to diminish
Never had such form, then up came a storm
He was never able to finish

He had a slice that was far from nice
From him it never parted
Once a year that shot, believe it or not
Came right back where it started

Do you wonder that he groans
And sighs and wails and moans

Oh! The dirty little pill went rolling down the hill
And rolled right into the water
And the reason it would seem, I lifted my beam
When I know I shouldn’t oughter

Then I hit a shot that I liked a lot
But it sailed right into the marshes
And I wished right then, like a lot of other men
That I had worn my galoshes

Hey, Donald, how many shots did you take over in that rock pile?
Let me see, one two three, er six I believe
Oh! You dirty so-and-so 
I counted twelve time I heard your club hit something
Well, er, the other six were echoes 
(hee hee)

Now Donald the Dub joined the country club
And found a fellow duffer
Just as bad as he, so with shouts of glee
They started out to suffer

They played nine holes, and the poor little moles
Were never scared so badly
For the divots flew, and the cuss words too
And the birds and the bees left gladly

As the end of the day drew nigh
Came a song that was sung with a sigh

Oh! The dirty little pill went rolling down the hill
And rolled right into the club house
When I got there with sand in my hair
They changed it’s name to the Dub house

I’ve wrecked more ground than Columbus found
And the guy that I am after
Is the crazy scot who invented this plot
That’s robbed all the world of laughter

Now Donald the Dub broke club after club
As he told the world goodbye
For he suffered every hour when his game went sour
Even as you and I

Attractive Female Wanted
Composer(s): Rod Stewart - Gary Grainger
Performer(s): Rod Stewart



I'm tired of buying Penthouse and Oui and Hustler
It's Friday night I'm all alone still a bachelor
She said she'd call me when she'd finished work
Haven't heard a word all day
I may not be Warren Beatty or Mohammed Ali
(Attractive female wanted)
I ain't asking a great deal, just a female to move in with me
(Attractive female wanted)
I'll share all my records, toothbrush and car
and color TV, honestly
A single girl for my single bed is my remedy
(Attractive female wanted)

She doesn't have to be a movie star
cover of a magazine
She can work in a garage all day 
in the evening some canteen

I'm tired of blind dates making silly mistakes
It's embarrassing
(Attractive female wanted)
I've had no complaints 
but obviously you've guessed 
no compliments
(Attractive female wanted)

Won't someone please answer my prayers
before I'm old and grey
(Attractive female wanted)
I've been lonely too long 
all of my family think I'm gay

She doesn't have to be a movie star 
cover of magazine
She can work in a garage all day
in the evening some canteen

Attractive female wanted
Active female wanted
I may get drunk stink like a skunk
but she'll look after me
(Attractive female wanted)
Put me to bed ease my aching head 
and made fuss of me
You know what I gonna do
Think I'll write a letter 
to Mr. Hugh Heffner confidentially
Dear Sir 
A single girl for my single bed is my remedy

Donald Mcgillavry
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Silly Wizard; Karie Oberg



Donald's gane up the hill hard and hungry
Donald comes down the hill wild and angry
Donald will clear the gouk's nest cleverly
Here's to the king and Donald Macgillavry
Come like a weighbauk, Donald Macgillavry
Come like a weighbauk, Donald Macgillavry
Balance them fair, and balance them cleverly
Off wi'the counterfeit, Donald Macgillavry

Donald's run o'er the hill but his tether, man
As he were wud, or stang'd wi' an ether, man
When he comes back, there's some will look merrily
Here's to King James and Donald Macgillavry
Come like a weaver, Donald Macgillavry
Come like a weaver, Donald Macgillavry
Pack on your back, and elwand sae cleverly
Gie them full measure, my Donald Macgillavry

Donald has foughten wi' rief and roguery
Donald has dinner'd wi banes and beggary
Better it were for Whigs and Whiggery
Meeting the devil than Donald Macgillavry
Come like a tailor, Donald Macgillavry
Come like a tailor, Donald Macgillavry
Push about, in and out, thimble them cleverly
Here's to King James and Donald Macgillavry

Donald's the callan that brooks nae tangleness
Whigging and prigging and a'newfangleness
They maun be gane: he winna be baukit, man
He maun hae justice, or faith he'll tak it, man
Come like a cobler, Donald Macgillavry
Come like a cobler, Donald Macgillavry
Beat them, and bore them, and lingel them cleverly
Up wi' King James and Donald Macgillavry

Donald was mumpit wi mirds and mockery
Donald was blinded wi' blads o' property
Arles ran high, but makings were naething, man
Lord, how Donald is flyting and fretting, man
Come like the devil, Donald Macgillavry
Come like the devil, Donald Macgillavry
Skelp them and scaud them that proved sae unbritherly
Up wi King James and Donald Macgillavry!

Attitude Dancing
Composer(s): Carly Simon - Jacob Brackman
Performer(s): Carly Simon



There’s a new kind of dancing
That’s gonna be the rage
You just leave yourself behind
Like an actor on a stage

Cop a different pose
from the pose you’re in
Shine a different attitude
from underneath your skin

Attitude dancing
Strut around the floor in a different attitide
Attitude dancing
Any attitude is the proper attitude
Attitude dancing
Don’t be afraid to change your attitude
Attitude dancing
Free up your spirit with a new attitude

It don’t even matter
If you stretch or shake
And it don’t really matter
What moves your body makes

And it don’t really matter
What steps you choose to do
Only one thing matters:
That’s your attitude
Your attitude, attitude dancing

Attitude dancing
Strut around the floor in a different attitide
Attitude dancing
Learn to move in another attitude
Attitude dancing
Find the groove in a new attitude
Attitude dancing
Don’t be afraid of a new attitude

It don’t really matter
What steps you choose to do
Only one thing matters:
Is your attitude

Your attitude, attitude dancing
Strut around the floor in a new attitude
Do the locomotion in a new attitude
Do the mashed potato in a new attitude
Do the hully gully in a new attitude

Find a role you like
Capture it and freeze
Then turn it around
A hundred and eighty degrees
Or if you’re at a loss
Observe some natural dude
And turn into a mirror of his attitude
Attitude, attitude, attitude
Dancing

Don't Be A Baby, Baby
Composer(s): Buddy Kaye - Howard Steiner
Performer(s): Benny Goodman
and multiple other artists



Don’t be a baby, Baby
‘bout the love that passed you by
But if you have to, Baby
Go ahead and have your cry
I’ll be your baby, Baby
Truer than the one you knew
And someday maybe, maybe Baby
You will learn to love me too
Now don’t sit there with teardrops coming through
Smile a little smile instead
The only thing that tears can do for you
Is make your eyes look red
Now, don’t be a baby, Baby
‘bout the love that passed you by
But if you have to, Baby
Go ahead and have your cry
I’ll be your baby, Baby
Truer than the one you knew
And someday maybe, maybe Baby
You will learn to love me too
And someday maybe, maybe Baby
You will learn to love me too 

Attitude
Composer(s): Glenn Danzig 
First release by: Misfits - 1978
Covered by multiple other artists



You come by here
Like an erotic assault
You come by here
Destroy my senses
You come by here
Blood rushes to my temples
It's starting all over again
Can't fight it got no defenses
A sudden rush of adrenalin
You come by here the air is thick with tension
Don't come by here I can't stand it

Attitude
No insolence languid look
Cold pretense
Don't give me attitude
Trembling lips
Straining at the bit
Not you

You come by here
Like a prize race horse
You come by here so provocative
You come by here
A sex explosion
It's starting all over again
Can't fight it got no defenses
I'm filled with apprehension
You come by here the air is thick with tension
Don't come by here I can't stand it

Don Sixto Palavecino
Composer(s): León Gieco
Performer(s): León Gieco



Es muy facil descubrir una cancion verdadera 
hace cosquillas en la panza y no la toca cualquiera 
Y no la toca cualquiera , porque no todos la sienten 
una cancion verdadera prende un dia y para siempre 
 
Prende un dia y para siempre y no se la olvidas jamas 
la refresca el musiquero en el campo o en la ciudad 
Don Sixto Palavecino de corazon muy abierto 
Dios te hizo chacarera , chacarera de este suelo 

Tarareo
Don Sixto Palavecino gato escondido de amor 
cuando escucho tu violin Santiago es como una flor 

Cuando este pueblo te deja que le saques la cancion 
se la devolves intacta regalito al corazon 
Regalito al corazon y en una letra sincera 
cantar todas las verdades o al menos las que se puedan 

Si al menos las que se puedan guarde un poco de esta vida 
la mentira patas cortas se la vera fiera y torcida 
Don sixto palavecino de corazon muy abierto 
Dios te hizo chacarera, chacarera en este suelo 

Don Sixto Palavecino gato escondido de amor 
cuando escucho tu violin Santiago es como una flor

Attics Of My Life
Composer(s): Jerry Garcia - Robert Hunter
Performer(s): Grateful Dead; Jim Hudak



In the attics of my life
Full of cloudy dreams unreal
Full of tastes no tongue can know
And lights no eye can see
When there was no ear to hear
You sang to me

I have spent my life
Seeking all that's still unsung
Bent my ear to hear the tune
And closed my eyes to see
When there were no strings to play
You played to me

In the book of love's own dreams
Where all the print is blood
Where all the pages are my days
And all my lights grow old

When I had no wings to fly
You flew to me
You flew to me

In the secret space of dreams
Where I dreaming lay amazed
When the secrets all are told
And the petals all unfold
When there was no dream of mine
You dreamed of me 

Don Ramón
Composer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute



Don Ramón
era un bardo
de taberna
medio sabio
medio poeta
Don Ramón 
le hacía a su acordeón
cantar

Era el alma
de aquel antro
de fantasmas
solidarios
Don Ramón
llenaba el corazón
el bar

Pero el alba
cuando el vino
se olvidaba del olvido
Don Ramón
tocaba el vals que un amor
fatal le inspiró...
Un, dos, tres...
Sus ojos lloraban
cada vez
que todos cantaban, cantaban
cantaban
el coro de su canción...

La, la, la...

Y un catorce
de febrero
entre sones
de bolero
Don Ramón
sintió que su acordeón
calló

Abrazado
al silencio
en el acto
cayó al suelo
Don Ramón
fundió a su acordeón
murió

Y doblaron
las campanas
por el bardo
de la tasca
Don Ramón
se fue como aquel amor
que le traicionó
Nunca más
la triste alegría
que aquel vals
que todos pedían, pedían
pedían que tocara Don Ramón

La, la, la...

Attention, Mesdames Et Messieurs
Composer(s): Michel Fugain - Pierre Delanoë
Performer(s): Michel Fugain



Attention, mesdames et messieurs, dans un instant on va commencer
Installez-vous dans votre fauteuil bien gentiment
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0, partez, tous les projecteurs vont s'allumer
Et tous les acteurs vont s'animer en même temps

Attention, mesdames et messieurs, c'est important, on va commencer
C'est toujours la même histoire depuis la nuit des temps
L'histoire de la vie et de la mort, mais nous allons changer le décor
Espérons qu'on la jouera encore dans 2000 ans

Nous avons 20 ans et plein de chansons
Comme le printemps, nous allons danser dans votre maison
Notre pain est blanc, notre vin est bon
Si vous le voulez, c'est de bon cœur que nous partagerons

Attention, mesdames et messieurs, dans un instant, ça va commencer
Nous vous demandons évidemment d'être indulgents
Le spectacle n'est pas bien rôdé, laissez-nous encore quelques années
Il ne pourrait que s'améliorer au fil du temps

Attention, mesdames et messieurs, dans un instant, ça va commencer
Installez-vous dans votre fauteuil bien gentiment
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0, partez, tous les projecteurs vont s'allumer
Et tous les acteurs vont s'animer en même temps

Nous avons 20 ans et plein de chansons
Comme le printemps, nous allons danser dans votre maison
Notre pain est blanc, notre vin est bon
Si vous le voulez, c'est de bon cœur que nous partagerons

Attention, mesdames et messieurs, dans un instant, on va commencer
Il se peut que vous soyez choqués de temps en temps
Mais surtout ne vous inquiétez pas, n'allez pas faire des signes de croix
Et rappelez-vous qu'un jour vous avez eu 20 ans

Don Quixote
Composer(s): Joe Darion - Mitch Leigh



I shall impersonate... a man
Come, enter into my imagination, and see him
Boney, hollow faced, eyes that burn with the fire of inner vision
He conceives the strangest project ever imagined...
To become a knight errant
And sally forth into the world, righting all wrongs!
Hear me now, oh thou bleak and unbearable world
Thou art base and debauched as can be!
And a knight with his valors all bravely unfurled
Now hurls down his gauntlet to thee!
I am I, Don Quixote
The Lord of LaMancha
My destiny calls, and I go!
And the wild winds of fortune
Shall carry me onward...
To wither so ever they blow...
Wither so ever they blow...
Onward to glory I go!
I'm Sancho, yes, I'm Sancho
I'll follow my master till the end...
I'll tell all the world, proudly
I'm his squire...
I'm his friend
Hear me heathens, and wizards, and servants of sin
All your dastardly doings are past!
For a holy endeavor is now to begin
And virtue shall triumph at last!
I am I, Don Quixote
The Lord of LaMancha
My destiny calls, and I go!
And the wild winds of fortune
Shall carry me onward...
To wither so ever they blow...
Wither so ever they blow...
Onward to glory I go! 

Attention Fragile
Composer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers



Je laisserai le lit comme elle l'a laissé
Défait et rompu, les draps emmêlés
Afin que l'empreinte de son corps
Reste gravée dans le décor
Je resterai là, immobile
Les bras croisés, presque tranquille

Je laisserai la chambre comme elle l'a laissée
L'odeur de Camel, Gauloises mêlée
Afin que la lumière retienne
Son ombre nue dans les persiennes
Au bout du quai tombe le jour
Je reste là sentant l'Amour

Dans ce port de fêlés juste à l'envers du monde
Où d'énormes soleils me renvoyaient mes ondes
Où les normes basculent au fond des volcans sourds
Où je traînais mes bottes gaspillant ton Amour
Attention fragile
Attention fragile

Je laisserai ma peau comme elle l'a laissée
Sueur et cannelle, orange poivrée
Afin que ma mémoire revienne
Me dessiner cette Eurasienne
Cette criola de secours
Quand je titube au petit jour

Je prendrai ma vie comme elle l'a laissée
Avec un sourire en coin, un secret
Afin d'accepter la tendresse
Que j'avais refusée sans cesse
Avec l'impression d'être fort
Le sommeil, c'est presque la mort

Dans ce port de fêlés juste à l'envers du monde
Où d'énormes soleils me renvoyaient mes ondes
Où les normes basculent au fond des volcans sourds
Où je traînais mes bottes gaspillant ton Amour
Attention fragile
Attention fragile

Don Juan
Composer(s): Gilbert Bécaud - Pierre Delanoë
Performer(s): Gilbert Bécaud



Finie la mascarade
Et bien fini le joli cœur
Car Don Juan, Don Juan est malade
Mais Don Juan se meurt
Elodie, Christine et Sylvie
Dolorès et la Lolita
Pour compter les femmes de sa vie
Il n'a plus assez de ses doigts
Sylvie, Christine et caetera, ole, olé
Elodie, Christine et Sylvie
L'abandonnent en ce triste jour
Lui, Don Juan, qui leur a appris
Les évangiles de l'amour
Ingratitude et vilenies
Olé! Olé!

Demain les maris de la ville
Pourront dormir tranquilles
Car Don Juan, Don Juan, Don Juan sera parti
Mais la nuit son fantôme énorme
Hantera les femmes qui dorment
Dans les bras de leur mari
Elodie, Christine et Sylvie
Il entend, sortant de l'école
Des enfants qui poussent des cris
Et le rebut d'une Espagnole
Avoir un fils criant aussi, olé, olé

Demain, les maris de la ville
Pourront dormir tranquilles
Car Don Juan, Don Juan ne sera plus
Ils pourront, devant leurs tisanes
Contempler leurs honnêtes femmes
Sans craindre pour leur vertu
Allez me chercher Lolita, Elodie, Christine et Sylvie
Je n'veux pas mourir comme ça
J'ai encore bien assez de vie
Pour les tromper toutes à la fois, olé
Il n'aura pas de médaille pour ton histoire

Il est mort sur son champ de bataille, son lit
Olé!

Attention
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday



Attention
Si tu t'en vas
Je ne te rattraperai pas
Attention
Si tu t'en vas
Oh mon amour prend garde à toi

J'en connais d'autres filles
Bien plus belle que toi
Tu peux partir que toi
Tu peux partir tranquille
Elles n'attendent que ça que ça
Mon amour ne crois pas
Que je vais te supplier pour ça

Je te dis
Attention
Si tu t'en vas
Je ne te rattraperai pas
Attention
Si tu t'en vas
Oh mon amour prend garde à toi

Attention
Si tu t'en vas
Je ne te rattraperai pas
Attention
Si tu t'en vas
Oh mon amour prend garde à toi

Un amour quand ça casse
Ce n'est plus comme avant
Tu peux laisser ta place
Pour aimer à tous vents, oh oui
Mon amour ne crois pas
Que je vais te supplier pour ça

Je te dis
Attention
Si tu t'en vas
Je ne te rattraperai pas
Attention
Si tu t'en vas
Oh mon amour prend garde à toi

Don Juan
Composer(s): Georges Brassens
Performer(s): Georges Brassens



Gloire à qui freine à mort, de peur d'ecrabouiller
Le hérisson perdu, le crapaud fourvoyé
Et gloire à don Juan, d'avoir un jour souri
A celle à qui les autres n'attachaient aucun prix
Cette fille est trop vilaine, il me la faut

Gloire au flic qui barrait le passage aux autos
Pour laisser traverser les chats de Léautaud
Et gloire à don Juan d'avoir pris rendez-vous
Avec la délaissée, que l'amour désavoue
Cette fille est trop vilaine, il me la faut

Gloire au premier venu qui passe et qui se tait
Quand la canaille crie haro sur le baudet
Et gloire à don Juan pour ses galants discours
A celle à qui les autres faisaient jamais la cour
Cette fille est trop vilaine, il me la faut

Et gloire à ce curé sauvant son ennemi
Lors du massacre de la Saint-Barthélémy
Et gloire à don Juan qui couvrit de baisers
La fille que les autres refusaient d'embrasser
Cette fille est trop vilaine, il me la faut

Et gloire à ce soldat qui jeta son fusil
Plutôt que d'achever l'otage à sa merci
Et gloire à don Juan d'avoir osé trousser
Celle dont le jupon restait toujours baissé
Cette fille est trop vilaine, il me la faut

Gloire à la bonne sœur qui, par temps pas très chaud
Dégela dans sa main le pénis du manchot
Et gloire à don Juan qui fit reluire un soir
Ce cul déshérité ne sachant que s'asseoir
Cette fille est trop vilaine, il me la faut

Gloire à qui n'ayant pas d'idéal sacro-saint
Se borne à ne pas trop emmerder ses voisins
Et gloire à don Juan qui rendit femme celle
Qui, sans lui, quelle horreur, serait morte pucelle
Cette fille est trop vilaine, il me la faut

Attenti Al Lupo
Performer(s): Lucio Dalla



C'è una casetta piccola così
con tante finestrelle colorate
e una donnina piccola così
con due occhi grandi per guardare
e c'è un omino piccolo così
che torna sempre tardi da lavorare
e ha un cappello piccolo così
con dentro un sogno da realizzare
e più ci pensa più non sa aspettare

Amore mio non devi stare in pena
questa vita è una catena
qualche volta fa un po' male
guarda come son tranquilla io
anche se attraverso il bosco
con l'aiuto del buon Dio
stando sempre attenta al lupo

Attenti al lupo 
Attenti al lupo

Living together 
Living together

Laggiù c'è un prato piccolo così
con un gran rumore di cicale
e un profumo dolce e piccolo così
amore mio è arrivata l'estate
e noi due qui distesi a far l'amore
in mezzo a questo mare di cicale
questo amore piccolo così
ma tanto grande che mi sembra di volare
e più ci penso più non so aspettare

Amore mio non devi stare in pena
questa vita è una catena
qualche volta fa un po' male
guarda come son tranquilla io
anche se attraverso il bosco
con l'aiuto del buon Dio
stando sempre attenta al lupo

Attenti al lupo 
Attenti al lupo

Living together 
Living together

Don Juan
Composer(s): Alan Blaikley - Ken Howard
Performer(s): Dave Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mick & Tich



I watched the burning sun climb in the morning sky
And from all sides I hear excited voices cry
Today Don Juan will fight the proudest bull of all
And in the blood-red sand which one will fall
Hey! Don Juan!

I am the matador who's won a thousand fights
And just as many girls to while away my nights
But there is one who's love thrills me like heady wine
I'll fear no fear of death while she is mine
Hey! Don Juan!

Don Juan, braver than brave
Show us today what you are
Don Juan, man amon men
Your name will shine like a star

The time draws very near to meet my greatest test
But with her eyes on me I'll fight my best
Hey! Don Juan!

Lord, my whole life has been like a raging torrent
Sweeping many things in its course that other men only dream of
I've valued it so cheaply, until now

But now her love leads me to find peace of mind
Let me live, let me give, my love to her

Don Juan, braver than brave
Show us today what you are
Don Juan, man amon men
Your name will shine like a star
Hey! Don Juan!

The end must be in sight this bull will die for me
And I think of the one who'll share my victory
As my eyes search the crowd my body turns to stone
I see my lover there, but not alone
Hey! Don Juan!

If I can't live for her, then there's no life for me
So in this blood-red ring, die Don Juan!

Don Juan!
Don Juan!
Don Juan!