Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Bad Luck And Trouble
Composer(s): Johnny Winter
Performer(s): Johnny Winter; Mark Wenner; Terry Garland
I believe that bad luck and trouble Man is all that joins us I mean that bad luck and trouble People that's all that joins us When my bad luck quit me Lord, my trouble just began I'm travelin' the highway Since I was a child Nobody see no woman man Nobody seems to care Bad luck and trouble Man, is all that joins us When my bad luck quit me Man, my trouble just began Lord, I'm sittin' down and thinkin' Man, I'm a long, long way from home Just sittin' down and thinkin' Man, I'm a long, long way from home Think about all my good times Lord, and my friends all want to know They never hurt nobody They never done nobody wrong Other people won't accept me they say Man, leave me alone Sittin' down and thinkin' Lord, I'm a long, long way from home Thinkin' about my good times Man, and my friends all want to know Man, ain't nobody has this trouble I gonna tell nobody else Nobody else has this trouble Man, ain't gonna tell nobody else My whole life I'm livin' baby Gonna make it by myself
La Verónica Composer(s): Fito Páez Performer(s): Fito Páez
No se filmó en Portugal eso no estaba en su plan ella deshizo valijas prendió un cigarrillo y bajo a la ciudad Roma no estaba tan mal debo admitir nada mal algo mantiene el hechizo penso y se dejo llevar por un tipo que bajaba solo por la calle del calvario
plano secuencia real solo debo caminar si de algo estaba segura era que su Verónica no iba a llorar tarde de crucifixión clavan al hijo de Dios guarda el guión en un bolso amarillo y se tira al sol a bailar
Todas las vidas cayeron al mar es tan suave verlas todas las vidas cayeron al mar y se van, y se van, y se van ella quiso hacerlo tan feliz Exterior - día - toma 22 y el sudor de Cristo dibujado sobre un manto
Todas las vidas cayeron al mar es tan suave verlas todas las vidas cayeron al mar y se van, y se van, y se van ella quiso hacerlo tan feliz el quiso un amor y no una actriz ella quiso hacerlo tan feliz
El y su coraza de marfil diseminada a resistir los encantos del jazmín yo no se porque eligió su dulce piel fue quizás que la vio tan sola yo no se ni porque eligió aquella mujer no hizo mas que volverse loca y el sudor de Cristo dibujado sobre un manto todas las vidas...
Bad Luck
Composer(s): Victor Carstarphen - Gene McFadden - John Whitehead
First release by: Harold Melvin & The Blue Notes - 1975
Look down-hearted and confused
Because lately you've been startin' to lose
Losin' out on everything you might try to do
Bad luck's there, it's got a hold on you
Losing money, `bout to lose your home
Done lost your woman and everything you own
Law of averages plainly states that chances go around
But if you want know the truth about it and tell you what's pullin' you down, yeah
(You got) Bad luck
That's what you got, that's what you got (Yes, uh)
Bad luck
That's what you got, that's what you got
Bad luck
That's what you got, that's what you got (You got)
Bad luck, bad luck (Bad)
Played a number `cause that number's hot stuff
But the bookies get you for every cent you've got
Walk around in a daze with your pockets bare
Got to see your woman and she ain't even there
Don't seem to give a whiz about it and all your trapped in time
The more I think about it, I think you're `bout to lose your mind
Some people call it jinxed, some say it ain't my day, huh
But if you wanna know the truth about it and tell you what's pullin' you way down
Bad luck
That's what you got, that's what you got (Yes, uh)
Bad luck
That's what you got, that's what you got (You got)
Bad luck
That's what you got, that's what you got (You got)
Bad luck, bad luck (Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad)
One long week
Ooh, huh
Yeah, yeah
One more thing
Law of averages plainly states that chances go around
But if you wanna know the truth about it and tell you what's pullin' you down
Down, down, down, down, down
Bad luck (Yes, uh)
That's what you got, that's what you got (You got)
Bad luck (Oh.yeah)
That's what you got, that's what you got (You got)
Bad luck
That's what you got, that's what you got (You got)
Bad luck, bad luck, bad luck, bad luck
Bad luck
That's what you got, that's what you got
Bad luck
That's what you got, that's what you got
Bad luck
That's what you got, that's what you got
Bad luck, bad luck, bad luck, bad luck
Bad luck
That's what you got, that's what you got
Bad luck
That's what you got, that's what you got
Bad luck
That's what you got, that's what you got
Bad luck, bad luck, bad luck, bad luck (I can't get away from this bad luck)
Huh
Bad luck
Bad, bad
I want to get away but I can't keep myself
`Cause I got bad luck
Huh, bad luck, y'all
Children sing with me, 'Bad luck'
Everybody's got bad luck, bad luck, bad luck
Bad luck
That's what you got, that's what you got
Bad luck
That's what you got, that's what you got
Bad luck
That's what you got, that's what you got
Bad luck, bad luck, bad luck, bad luck
Bad luck
That's what you got, that's what you got (Mmm...mmm...)
Bad luck
That's what you got, that's what you got
Bad luck
That's what you got, that's what you got (Hey)
Bad luck (Yeah), bad luck, bad luck (Come on), bad luck (Come on)
Ga-ga, woo
People in the world out there
I know none-a y'all satisfied, satisfied
The way crisis has been goin' on, oh, babe
I better say I'm just mad about mornin' paper, yeah
They cut down on smokin' [Cut down on smokin']
We have to cut down on dreamin' [Cut down on dreamin']
`Cause early one morning I got me a paper, huh
I sat down on my living room floor
Opened it up [Opened it up], opened it up [Opened it up]
Guess, what I saw, huh?
Saw the President of the United States, huh
The man said he was gonna give it up
He's giving us high hopes
But he still turned around and left all us poor folks behind
They say they got another man to take his place
But I don't think they need to satisfy the human race
Bad luck, huh
Bad luck, bad luck, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
The only the thing that I got that I can hold on
Is my God, huh, my God, huh
Jesus be with me, Jesus
Give me good luck, huh, good luck
Help me Jesus, huh
Everybody needs
La Vérité Composer(s): Guy Béart Performer(s): Guy Béart
Le premier qui dit se trouve toujours sacrifié D'abord on le tue Puis on s'habitue On lui coupe la langue on le dit fou à lier Après sans problèmes Parle le deuxième Le premier qui dit la vérité Il doit être exécuté
J'affirme que l'on m'a proposé beaucoup d'argent Pour vendre mes chances Dans le Tour de France Le Tour est un spectacle et plaît à beaucoup de gens Et dans le spectacle Y a pas de miracle Le coureur a dit la vérité Il doit être exécuté
À Chicago un journaliste est mort dans la rue Il fera silence Sur tout ce qu'il pense Pauvre Président tous tes témoins ont disparu En chur ils se taisent Ils sont morts les treize Le témoin a dit la vérité Il doit être exécuté
Le monde doit s'enivrer de discours pas de vin Rester dans la ligne Suivre les consignes À Moscou un poète à l'Union des écrivains Souffle dans la soupe Où mange le groupe. Le poète a dit la vérité Il doit être exécuté.
Combien d'hommes disparus qui un jour ont dit non Dans la mort propice Leurs corps s'évanouissent On se souvient ni de leurs yeux ni de leur nom Leurs mots qui demeurent Chantent "juste" à l'heure L'inconnu a dit la vérité Il doit être exécuté
Un jeune homme à cheveux longs grimpait le Golgotha La foule sans tête Etait à la fête Pilate a raison de ne pas tirer dans le tas C'est plus juste en somme D'abattre un seul homme Ce jeune homme a dit la vérité Il doit être exécuté
Bad Love Composer(s): Eric Clapton - Mick Jones Performer(s): Eric Clapton
Oh what a feeling I get when I'm with you You take my heart into everything you do And it makes me sad for the lonely people I walked that road for so long Now I know that I'm one of the lucky people Your love is making me strong
I've had enough bad love I need something I can be proud of I've had enough bad love No more bad love
And now I see that my life has been so blue With all the heartaches I had till I met you But I'm glad to say now that's all behind me With you here by my side And there's no more memories to remind me Your love will keep me alive
I've had enough bad love I need something I can be proud of I've had enough bad love No more bad love
I've had enough bad love I need something I can be proud of I've had enough bad love No more bad love
I've had enough bad love I need something I can be proud of I've had enough bad love No more bad love
La Vergüenza Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Tengo una mesa que me alimenta que a veces tiene hasta de fiesta Mas si tuviera sólo una araña burlona en mi despensa tendría la vergüenza ¿A qué más?
Tengo zapatos tengo camisa tengo sombrero tengo hasta risa Mas si tuviera en mi ropero sólo las perchas vacías la vergüenza tendría ¿A qué más?
Tengo billetes como de octava clase pero así viajo: contento de ir de viaje pues para un viaje me basta con mis piernas viajo si equipaje Más de una mano en lo oscuro me conforta y más de un paso siento marchar conmigo pero si no tuviera, no importa sé que hay muertos que alumbran los caminos
Tengo luz fría y lavamanos cables, botones casi humanos Pero si fuera ay, mi paisaje sólo de ruinas intensas tendría la vergüenza ¿A qué más?
Bad Liver And A Broken Heart
Composer(s): Tom Waits
Performer(s): Tom Waits
Well I got a bad liver and a broken heart
yea I drunk me a river since you tore me apart
and I don't have a drinking problem
'cept when I can't get a drink
And I wish you'd a known her
we were quite a pair
she was sharp as a razor
and soft as a prayer
so welcome to the continuing saga
she was my better half
and I was just a dog
and so here am I slumped
I been chippied I been chumped
on my stool
so buy this fool, some spirits and libations
it's these railroad station bars
with all these conductors and the porters
and I'm all out of quarters
and this epitaph is the aftermath
yea I choose my path
hey come on Cath, he's a lawyer
he ain't the one for ya
and no the moon ain't romantic
it's intimidating as hell
and some guy's trying to sell
me a watch
And so I'll meet you at the
bottom of a bottle of
bargain Scotch
I got me a bottle and a dream
it's so maudlin it seems
you can name your poison
go on ahead and make some noise
I ain't sentimental
this ain't a purchase it's a rental
and it's purgatory, hey
what's your story, well
I don't even care
'cause I got my own double-cross to bear
and I'll see your Red Label
and I'll raise you one more
and you can pour me a cab
I just can't drink no more
'cause it don't douse the flames
that are started by dames
It ain't like asbestos
it don't do nothing but
rest us assured
and substantiate the rumors
that you've heard
Bad Life
Composer(s): Martin Atkins - Keith Levene - John Lydon
Performer(s): John Lydon; Public Image Ltd.
Call me up after midnight
Tell me I'm wrong, tell me I'm right
What do you want, what do I get?
Did you just need the argument?
Well, bad life
Cockroach city, lucky for some
Richest island in the sun
That's life
Name of the game, it's competition
Top of the pile, net demolition
This is what you want
This is what you get
Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad life
Bad life
Now, this machine is on the move
Now, looking out for number one
The open road and getting gasoline
Well, bad life
Bad, bad, bad life
(missing lyrics for this line)
Well, that's life! (Well, that's life)
Call me up after midnight
Tell me I'm wrong, tell me I'm right
What do you want, what do I get?
Did you just need the argument?
Well, bad life
Bad life
Bad
Bad
Bad
Bad
Bad
Bad
Bad
Bad
Bad
Bad (Bad life)
Bad life
Now, looking out for number one
The open road, getting gasoline
(missing lyrics for this line)
Well, that's life
Bad life
Now, looking out for number one
The open road, getting gasoline
(missing lyrics for this line)
Well, that's life
Bad, bad, bad life
(missing lyrics for this line)
Well, that's life
Well, that's life (That's life)
This is what you want
This is what you get
(repeat)
La Vente Aux Enchères Composer(s): Maurice Vidalin - Gilbert Bécaud Performer(s): Gilbert Bécaud and multiple other artists
Approchez, Messieurs Dames, s'il vous plaît! Approchez, approchez, serrez, serrez le rond! Messieurs Dames, s'il vous plaît Approchez, approchez à la vente aux enchères! Préparez la monnaie! Moi je suis là pour vendre et vous pour acheter... Des lots exceptionnels, des prix exceptionnels... Du rêve pour pas cher à ma vente aux enchères...
Ah, moi qui ai des souvenirs à ne plus savoir qu'en faire Vous pouvez vous les acheter comme ça à ma vente aux enchères Chez vous, Pointu, Tiloué! Bonnes bonnes bonnes bonnes gens, approchez donc! Approchez, serrez le rond! Ça va commencer, oui Bonnes bonnes gens, approchez donc! Serrez le rond! Ça va commencer!
Monsieur Pointu, s'il vous plaît Premier lot, premier lot Mais c'est là, le numéro un! La grande, la grande - oui- aventure! Oui, j'aime ça, un coup de pied au cul Mon père n'avait pas tort Je vole aux étalages et je couche dehors Je saute dans un camion qui file vers le nord Ce coup de pied au cul m'a rapporté de l'or S'il vous plaît, un coup de pied au cul Parfaitement! Mise à prix, mise à prix: cinq sous Cinq sous, allons messieurs, s'il vous plaît Cinq sous, cinq petits sous Cinq sous, c'est pas beaucoup! Cinq sous, allons allons, cinq sous Cinq sous, à qui dit mieux Cinq sous le monsieur Monsieur est généreux, merci! Six sous, allons allons, six sous, c'est peu Un coup de pied au cul Sept sous, la dame en bleu Une fois, deux fois, huit sous le soldat Bravo, caporal! Ce coup de pied au cul te fera général! Un p'tit effort Un p'tit effort Un coup de pied au cul en or Neuf sous, j'ai entendu Neuf sous l' barbu Dix sous l' soldat Un deux trois, vendu au soldat, Monsieur Pointu
Ah, moi qui ai des souvenirs à ne plus savoir qu'en faire Vous pouvez vous acheter les comme ça à ma vente aux enchères Chez vous, Pointu, Tiloué! Bonnes bonnes bonnes bonnes gens, approchez donc! Approchez, serrez le rond! Ça va continuer, oui Bonnes bonnes gens, approchez donc! Serrez le rond! Ça va continuer!
Monsieur Pointu, s'il vous plaît Deuxième lot, deuxième lot Un grand, un grand chagrin, oui, d'amour C'est triste, c'est triste Un grand chagrin d'amour Un grand, un vrai de vrai J'ai vendu la boutique et j'ai pris les billets Elle est partie sans moi Là, là j'ai failli crever Tenez, vous pouvez constater C'est pas cicatrisé La cicatrice, la cicatrice Mise à prix Mise à prix Dix sous Dix sous Bravo, Messieurs Dames, s'il vous plaît, allez! Dix sous, dix petits sous Dix sous, c'est pas beaucoup! Dix sous, allons allons, dix sous Dix sous à qui dit mieux Onze sous le monsieur Monsieur est amoureux Tant mieux! Onze sous, allons allons Onze sous, c'est court! Un grand chagrin d'amour C'est comme du velours Une fois, deux fois, treize sous monsieur l'abbé Voyons monsieur l'abbé Un beau chagrin d'amour Monsieur l'abbé est sourd Qui a levé la main? Le monsieur dans le coin? Vous avez dit combien? Putain! Quinze sous la dame en noir Quinze sous la dame en noir Vingt sous le vieillard Un deux trois... Vendu! C'est le vieillard, Monsieur Pointu
Ah, moi qui ai des souvenirs à ne plus savoir qu'en faire Vous pouvez vous les acheter comme ça à ma vente aux enchères Chez vous, Pointu, Tiloué! Bonnes bonnes bonnes bonnes gens, approchez donc! Approchez, serrez le rond! Ça va continuer, oui Bonnes bonnes gens, approchez donc Serrez le rond! Ça va continuer!
Monsieur Pointu me semble, s'il vous plaît Troisième lot, troisième lot, numéro trois La mort du héros C'est beau ça, c'est beau! Une superbe mort que j'avais gardée pour moi Sans curé, sans docteur Une mort de gala, une mort en pleine vie Tout debout et bien droit Un beau coup de fusil Pan! C'est pas beau ça Monsieur, la mort du héros La mort d'un héros avec fusil, avec fusil Mise à prix Mise à prix Un franc Un franc, allons messieurs, s'il vous plaît, allons! Un franc, un petit franc Un franc, c'est pas beaucoup! Un franc, allons allons, un franc Un franc la mort jolie Deux francs, monsieur a dit Monsieur n'a peur de rien C'est bien! Deux francs la mort jolie, jolie, jolie Un beau coup de fusil joli joli Une fois, deux fois! Une mort comme ça Si vous n'en voulez pas Ben, je la garderai pour moi! Une mort en pleine vie Tout debout et bien droit Un bon coup de fusil Pan! Salut!
Bad Jokes
Composer(s): Garrison Keillor
Performer(s): Woody Harrelson; John C. Reilly; Guys All-Star Shoe Band
The blind man's seeing eye dog
Pissed on the blind man's shoe
The blind man said, "Here Rover
Here's a piece of beef for you"
His wife said, "Don't reward him
You can't just let that pass"
The blind man said
"I gotta find his mouth
so I can kick him in the ass"
Bad Jokes
Lord I love them
Bad jokes
Can't get enough of 'em
oo oo oo whee
Bad jokes for me
You got one Dusty
I got one Lefty
Let's hear it
When God created woman
He gave not two breasts but three
When the middle one got in the way
God performed surgery
Woman stood before God
With middle breast in hand
Said "What do we do
With the useless boob?"
And got created man
Bad Jokes
Lord I love them
Bad jokes
Can't get enough of 'em
oo oo oo whee
Bad jokes for me
Gramps turned 80 the other day
He never did find his way
He dressed up in a brand new suit
Sitting in a big lawn chair
When a beautiful young naked woman
Stood up in front of the group
She offered gramps some super sex
And he said, "I'll take the soup!"
Bad Jokes
Lord I love them
Bad jokes
Can't get enough of 'em
oo oo oo whee
Bad jokes for me
You ready for another one?
Yea, lay it on me
Olie went to the neighborhood dance
And he won the big door prize
Was a toilet brush
And he took it home
And the next week one of the guys
Said, "Olie, how's that toilet brush
The one you won from the neighbors?"
Olie said, "Oh, it works pretty good
but I prefer toilet paper"
Bad Jokes
Lord I love them
Bad jokes
Can't get enough of 'em
oo oo oo whee
Bad jokes for me
Farmer had a champion bull
Bred 200 times a year
Farmer's wife said, "200 times
Isn't that wonderful dear
Maybe you otta watch 'em
Maybe he'll show you how"
Farmer said, "He's a heck of a bull
But it wasn't all with same cow"
Come on now
Bad Jokes
Lord I love them
Bad jokes
Can't get enough of 'em
oo oo oo whee
Bad jokes for me
You gotta another one Dusty?
Actually I do
You hear about the viagra shipment that got stolen?
No, who they think did that?
Well they don't know
But they are on the lookout for hardened criminals
You got another one?
I got another one Lefty
Sven said to his friend
"O, I think my wife died"
His friend said, "What do you mean you think?"
"Well, the sex is still the same
But the dishes are stacking up"
Hey Dusty
Yea Lefty
Did you know that diarrhea was hereditary?
No, I didn't
Yea, it runs in your jeans
Heya, Lefty
Yea, go aheadin'
Why do they call it PMS?
PMS, well I don't know why?
Mad cow was already taken
Hey, Dusty
Yea, Lefty
What do you get when you cross
Holy water with castor oil?
I don't know Lefty
What do you get?
A religious movement
Heya, Hey, Lefty
What did the elephant
say to the naked man?
What did he say?
He said, "It's cute
But can you really breath
through that thing?"
Come on
Bad Jokes
Lord I love them
Bad jokes
Can't get enough of 'em
oo oo oo whee
Bad jokes for me
Bad Jokes
Man I love them
Bad jokes
Can't get enough of 'em
oo oo oo whee
Baaaad, Whoo
jokes for meee
Hey!
La Ventana Sin Cancel Composer(s): Lito Nebbia Performer(s): Juan Carlos Baglietto; Lito Nebbia
Cuidado, Julieta estás acumulando sombras en los vidrios de tu ventana sin cancel Sospecha, Julieta que si el amor visita a una muchacha lo hace cambiándose la piel Algo de eso femenino descubriendo el sol Escucha!!!! No mires, Julieta cuando el amor inventa laberintos alguien se tiene que perder Fina espada de mujer en las manos guardarás ignorando su poder todo es ilusión No sueñes, Julieta el infortunio sube por tu trenza y te despeinará, y te despeinará para enlutarte el corazón
Bad Is Bad
Composer(s): Alex Call - Huey Lewis - Sean Hopper - John Ciambotti - John Mc Fee - Michael Schreiner
First release by: Dave Edmunds - 1979
Covered by multiple other artists
Went uptown to see my cousin Plays guitar, sounds like a chainsaw buzzin' In the crowd, I see his mom and dad I said "hey, hey uncle, man your son is bad"
But sometimes, sometimes bad is bad Cool is a rule, but, sometimes, bad is bad
Across the street, a neon sign All you can eat for a dollar ninety nine Aww, that old stew is the baddest in the land But one dollar's worth was all that I could stand
But sometimes, sometimes bad is bad Cool is a rule, but, sometimes, bad is bad
Back uptown to see marie Nobody home, I opened the door with my key "i love you, huey" was the note I read But there's a strange pair of shoes underneath the bed
But sometimes, sometimes bad is bad Cool is a rule, but, sometimes, bad is bad
La Valse Des Vacances Composer(s): Danyel Gérard - Hubert Ballay Performer(s): Dalida
C'était la valse des vacances Celle qui a fait battre nos curs Je voudrais que tout recommence Pour retrouver notre bonheur C'était un piano mécanique Qui le matin nous réveillait Tout avait l'air si romantique Et moi j'étais émnerveillée
Je ne veux plus te supplier Tu n'peux pas tout oublier Je ne veux plus te supplier Tu n'peux pas tout oublier
C'était la valse des vacances Mais aujourd'hui t'en souviens-tu Tu es loin j'ai perdu ma chance Peut-être un jour reviendras-tu Te souviens-tu de la musique Quand nos corps étaient enlacés Elle me rendait mélancolique C'était la valse de notre été
Je ne veux plus te supplier Tu ne peux pas tout oublier Je ne veux plus te supplier Tu ne peux pas tout oublier
C'était une musique obsédante Qui rythme mes nuits et mes jours Lorsque ton image me hante Que je pleure sur notre amour C'était une musique obsédante Obsédante, obsédante, obsédante La la la...
Bad Influence
Composer(s): Kate Pierson - Fred Schneider - Keith Strickland
Performer(s): The B-52's
Call it bad
My bad my bad influence
Big town holds me back
Big town skinns my mind
Small minds wear me down
Spreadading salt on fertile ground
Honest pleasures now forsaken
Drastic measures to be taken
Can't accept your difference
They call it bad influence
Free mind, free soul
It's time for liberation to flow
Free mind, free soul
It's time so let your future unfold
Call it bad
My bad my bad influence
Break out of the mold before the mold sets in
Dangerous walls are closin' in
They twist the truth
Then give it a spin
Love's a grenade, I'll pull the pin
Free mind, free soul
It's time for liberation to flow
Free mind, free soul
It's time so let your future unfold
The circle is wide
Shadows flower into the light
Bad influence
Bad such a bad influence
You think I'm bad
You think I'm bad
Well I'm the most fun that you ever had
So good, so good
But people say I'm a bad influence
Wide mouths, narrow minds
Can't accept your difference
Open season on new ideas
They call it bad influence
Free mind, free soul
It's time for liberation to flow
Free mind, free soul
It's time so let your future unfold
My bad my bad influence
Just a bad influence
My bad my bad influence
Call it bad
My bad my bad influence
Wide mouths with narrow minds
Narrow minds, creak and grind
Rally to a peaceful sound
Let the barriers tumble down
My bad my bad influence
My bad my bad influence
Break out of the mold before the mold sets in
Dangerous walls are closin' in
They twist the truth
Then give it a spin
If love's a grenade, better pull the pin!
Call it bad
My bad my bad influence
Bad Impressions Composer(s): David Allan Coe Performer(s): David Allan Coe
(Good evening ladies and gentlemen welcome to the Grand Ole Opry We got a great show lined up for you tonight here Brought to you by Martha White Flour My name is Hank Snow I'm from Nova Scotia Canada)
I've tried my best to tell you that I'm leavin' I won't be back no more after today I've tried and I've tried but you weren't satisfied until you finally throw my love away Bad impressions, bad impressions Lord you left bad impressions on my mind Bad impressions, bad impressions ah but good impressions are so hard to find
You promised you would stay with me forever forever didn't seem to last too long You packed your clothes up darlin' you never said goodbye Ah but honey I still love you and I will until I die Bad impressions, bad impressions... Ah yes the good impressions are so hard to find
La Valse De L'amour Composer(s): Marcel Achard - Marguerite Monnot Performer(s): Edith Piaf
C'est la valse d'amour Qu'on chante dans les faubourgs C'est la romance Que chacun danse En attendant l'amour Il y a toujours un cur Qui cherche un autre cur Alors commence Une romance C'est la valse d'amour
Il habitait juste en face de chez elle Elle habitait juste en face de chez lui Il a pensé: "Oh mon Dieu, qu'elle est belle!" Elle a pensé: "Il n'y a pas mieux que lui"
C'est la valse d'amour Qu'on chante dans les faubourgs C'est la romance Que chacun danse En attendant l'amour Il y a toujours un cur Qui cherche un autre cur Alors commence Une romance C'est la valse d'amour
Il y a toujours un garçon pour une fille Il y a toujours une fille pour un garçon Alors, pour peu que la fille soit gentille L'histoire s'arrange d'une tendre façon
C'est la valse d'amour Qu'on chante dans les faubourgs C'est la romance Que chacun danse En attendant l'amour Il y a toujours un cur Qui cherche un autre cur Alors commence Une romance C'est la valse d'amour
