Spaniard At My Door
Performer(s): Shadows Of Night



On a hot winter's morn
My old Aunt was born
As a sister watched from the floor
I said you're too late you'll have to go straight
And you'll have to work years in the store
I cannot see straight-Because of my mate
And I think you look quite like a queen
I haven't much time
I live with the crime
And I look like a bad Mr. Clean

Now There's A Spaniard At My Door
And He's Sleeping On The Floor

I'll be married today
A good price to Pay
For I'll alway's sleep in a bed
Kind and Refined
She worked in a mine
But nothing but a used metal sled
Up north it's cold and my coat I sold
To buy me a good bowl of rice
While frostbite set in
I sang Gunga Din
And went off to live with the mice

Now There's A Spaniard At My Door
And He's Sleeping On The Floor

Only yule time will tell if you live in a bell
And the ringing hasn't begun
As you crawl to the edge
It's just like I said
And you're eyes still point at the sun
Over there on that farm
I lost my left arm
When I promised to work for my life
I stumbled a while
But soon found a style
And finally earned a good wife

Now There's A Spaniard At My Door
And He's Sleeping On The Floor

Now I'm tired and old
Afraid of the cold
No years have I ever had plenty
Well it's over and blue
I'm finally through
I'm dead at the sweet age of twenty

Now There's A Spaniard At My Door
And He's Sleeping On The Floor

Banane E Lampone
Composer(s): P. Campi - M. Minardi
Performer(s): Gianni Morandi



L'orologio batte l'una
tu sei fuori chissà dove
giro nudo per la casa
dimmi tu se questa è vita
tu che esci con le amiche, dici
io che resto qui a pensare, ore
se poi è vero per davvero
o ti vedi con qualcuno!

Guardo un pò televisione
c'è del pollo dentro al frigo
mangio e provo a immaginare
le tue mosse le parole
è che sono un pò geloso, scemo
ma ti amo per davvero, davvero
si va be' l'autonomia
ma ricorda che sei mia

Banane, lampone, chi c'era con te
Chi c'era stasera!
Io sono il tuo amore
sei solo per me!

Apro un libro d'avventure
è una nuova distrazione
poi vorrei telefonare
mi vorrei un pò sfogare
è che sono assai nervoso, nervoso
son le due tu sei lontana, lontana
quasi quasi, cado in piedi
vado a casa di...Maria

Ho sentito l'ascensore
gira chiave nel portone
faccio finta di dormire
e tu invece vuoi parlare
sono stata a chiacchierare, ore
ogni tanto sai ci vuole, ci vuole
hanno tutte dei problemi
per fortuna io ho te...amore!!!

Lady Of The Night
Composer(s): Giorgio Moroder - Pete Bellotte
Performer(s): Donna Summer



They call her the lady of the night
she's a woman of the world
and easy-living girl with love for sale

That's what they call her the lady of the night
no one seems to know her name
and even less about the place 
from where she came

Every evening when the night is close at hand
you'll find the lady on the Rue d'Avignon
in a half lit hotel doorway the lady advertises warmly
it's just a job but she'll do the best she can

Don't try to change this lady of the night
She's a lot like you and me
and less than what she seems to be

(She is the lady of the night)
and easy-living girl
(she is the lady of the night)
she's a woman of the world
(she is the lady of the night)
with lots of loving for sale
(she is the lady of the night)
lady lady of the night

Round here they call her the lady of the night
in a perfume hotel room
shadows dance upon the wall and fade at dawn
she's no beginner this lady of the night
never try that funny stuff
'cause lady can be tough
be warned!

(She is the lady of the night)
she's a lot like you and me
(she is the lady of the night)
and never just what she seems
(she is the lady of the night)
no one seems to know her name
(she is the lady of the night)
or the place from where she came

Merci Chérie
((Adapted from: Merci Chérie (by Udo Jürgens) - 1966))
((English & French Versions: Merci Chérie (by Matt Monro); Merci Chérie (by Paul Mauriat))
Composer(s): Thomas Horbiger; Udo Jürgens
Performer(s): Ronny Temmer



Merci, merci, merci
voor die uren met jou
Chérie, chérie
onze liefde was mooi, zo mooi
Merci, chérie

Waarom huilen als ik je nu verlaat?
Adieu, adieu, adieu
laat je tranen niet zien
Chérie, adieu
onze droom is voorbij , voorbij
Merci, Chérie
't Is voorbij, en denk niet meer aan mij
kijk niet om want je weet
dat ik jou weer vergeet
Want geen zee is zo wild
als de liefde
De liefde verdween
jouw hart blijft alleen
zo alleen, alleen

Zo mooi, zo mooi
Merci, Chérie
Zo mooi, zo mooi
Merci, Chérie
Merci

Lady Of The Dawn
Composer(s): Mike Batt
Performer(s): Mike Batt; Amanda Serafim



Lady of the Dawn, you opened up my sleeping eyes
I never knew that I was born
Well, I like you for your body, but I love 'cause you're wise
I am your prisoner, Oh my Lady of the Dawn
You are the dealer
In this strange, uncertain game
Take my cards and deal again
I can feel my life is changing
Woman
Now you taught me how to learn
Teach me to earn
The love you give to me 
The love you give to me

Lady of the Dawn, you opened up my sleeping eyes
I never knew that I was born
Well, I like you for your body, but I love 'cause you're wise
I am your prisoner, Oh my Lady of the Dawn
I was waiting
In the darkness of the night
Only now I see the light
Softly shining in the silence
Woman
If you really hold the key
Turn it for me
And help me understand
And help me understand 

Lady of the Dawn, you opened up my sleeping eyes
I never knew that I was born
Well, I like you for your body, but I love 'cause you're wise
I am your prisoner, Oh my Lady of the Dawn

Banana Split
Composer(s): Neal Hefti - Steve Allen
Performer(s): The McGuire Sisters
and multiple other artists



Dum be dum yum yum yum 
Dum be dum yum yum yum

Ooh Banana Split
Ooh Banana Split

Got skin like Vanilla Ice cream
Got strawberry lips supreme
And have a color of a chocolate dream
No ifs ands or buts 
You’re really the nuts

Be my banana split (yum yum yum)
My light and airy
My old fashioned dairy
Banana split

Whenever we meet my sweet
You make such a hit
You’re a super dupe 
Triple scoop 
La-la pa-loupe Banana split

Dum be dum yum yum yum 
Dum be dum yum yum yum

You’re simply the nuts

Be my banana split

My light and airy
My old fashioned dairy
Banana split
You’re so delicious 

Whenever we meet my sweet (my sweet)
You make such a hit (Pow)
You’re a super dupe (super dupe)
Triple scoop (triple scoop)
La (la) la (la) la-la pa-loupe 

You’re a super dupe 
Triple scoop 
La-la pa-loupe Banana split

Dum be dum yum yum yum 
Dum be dum yum yum

Lady Of The Dancing Water
Composer(s): Peter Sinfield - Robert Fripp
Performer(s): King Crimson



Grass in your hair stretched like a lion in the sun
Restlessly turned moistened your mouth with your tongue
Pouring my wine your eyes caged mine glowing
Touching your face my finger strayed knowing
I called you lady of the dancing water

Blown autumn leaves shed to the fire where you laid me
Burn slow to ash just as my days now seem to be
I feel you still always your eyes glowing
Remembered hours salt, earth and flowers flowing
Farewell my lady of the dancing water

Banana Song
Composer(s): Alex Hughes - Lemon
Performer(s): Judge Dread



It's big and heavy but me carry the banana
All the way to the sister's house
She like to bite it but she like a piranha
I want some left when I have to go home

Day-o, day-o
Morning come and me have to go home
Day-o, day-o
This woman, she won't leave me alone

1 inch, 2 inch, 3 inch, 4
She like banana and me give her more
5 inch, 6 inch, 7 inch, 8!
I want to rest but she just won't wait

Day-o, day-o
Morning come and me have to go home
Day-o, day-o
This woman, she won't leave me alone

She cry for more banana but the banana's gone
She wake it up and she jump right on
I give her more banana 'till she shout and scream
What good banana if you have no cream!

Day-o, day-o
Morning come and me have to go home
Day-o, day-o
This woman, she won't leave me alone

The morning come and me take home the banana
The Mrs. says, "Did you work all night?"
I say "yes" but she know I managed lying
She see the mark where the sister bite!

Day-o, day-o
The woman see it now she willn't let me go
Day-o, day-o
This naughty woman she willn't leave me alone

Lady Of Spain
Composer(s): Stanley Damerell - Ray Evans - Tolchard Evans - Robert Hargreaves - Henry Tilsley
Performer(s): Eddie Fisher
and multiple other artists



Lady of Spain I adore you
Right from the night I first saw you
My heart has been yearning for you
What else could any heart do
Lady of Spain I'm appealing
Why should my lips be concealing
All that my eyes are revealing
Lady of Spain, I love you
Night in Madrid, blue and tender
Spanish moon makes silver splendour
Music throbbing plaintive sobbing notes of a guitar
While ardent Caballero serenades
Lady of Spain I adore you
Right from the night I first saw you
My heart has been yearning for you
What else could any heart do
Lady of Spain I'm appealing
Why should my lips be concealing
All that my eyes are revealing
Lady of Spain, I love you

Banana Republics
Composer(s): Steve Burgh - Steve Goodman - Jim Rothermel
Performer(s): Steve Goodman; Jimmy Buffett



Down to the banana republics
Down to the tropical sun
Come the expatriated Americans
Hoping to have some fun
Some of them come for the sailing
Called by the lure of the sea
Trying to cure what is ailing
From living in the land of the free
Some of them them running from lovers
Leaving no forward address
Some of them are running marijuana
Some are running from the IRS
Late at night you can find them
In the cheap hotels and bars
Hustling the senoritas while they dance beneath the stars
Spending their renegade pesos
On a bottle of rum and a lime
Singing "Give me some words we can dance to
Or a melody that rhymes"
First you learn the native customs
Then a word of Spanish or two
You know that you cannot trust them
Because they know they can't trust you
Expatriated Americans
Feeling so all alone
Telling themselves the same lies
That they told themselves at home
Late at night you can find them
In the cheap hotels and bars
Hustling the senoritas while they dance beneath the stars
Spending their renegade pesos
On a bottle of rum and a lime
Singing "Give me some words we can dance to
Or a melody that rhymes"
Down in the banana republics
Things aren't as bright as they seem
None of the natives are buying
Any second-hand American dreams ...

Lady Of Madrid
Composer(s): Stanley Damerell - Tolchard Evans - Robert Hargreaves
Performer(s): David Whitfield 
and multiple other artists



Lady of Madrid, how I love you
Lady of Madrid, I will be true
Here in the moonlight beneath your balcony
Singing the song that is love's sweet melody
Lady of Madrid, forevermore
Lady of Madrid, you, I'll adore
I will love you, dear, always
By the stars above
Lady of Madrid, my love

Night falls, love calls,
Through the orange groves
A caballero goes his way
Starlight, moonlight
All the ???? ????
A senorita bright and gay
Oh hear an old song of the Spanish Main
Flower of Spain, tend the strain
Great caballero serenades his love
With this refrain

Lady of Madrid, how I love you
Lady of Madrid, I will be true
Here in the moonlight beneath your balcony
Singing the song that is love's sweet melody
Lady of Madrid, forevermore
Lady of Madrid, you, I'll adore
I will love you, dear, always
By the stars above
Lady of Madrid, my love

Banana Republic
Composer(s): Pete Briquette - Bob Geldof
Performer(s): Boomtown Rats



Banana Republic
Septic Isle
Screaming in the suffering sea
It sounds like crying
Everywhere I go
Everywhere I see
The black and blue uniforms
Police and priests
And I wonder do you wonder
While you're sleeping with your whore
That sharing beds with history
Is like a-licking running sores
Forty shades of green yeah
Sixty shades of red
Heroes going cheap these days
Price; a bullet in the head
Banana Republic
Septic Isle
Screaming in the suffering sea
It sounds like crying
Everywhere I go
Everywhere I see
The black and blue uniforms
Police and priests
Take your hand and lead you
Up a garden path
Let me stand aside here
And watch you pass
Striking up a soldier's song
I know that tune
It begs too many questions
And answers to
Banana Republic
Septic Isle
Screaming in the suffering sea
It sounds like crying
Everywhere I go
Everywhere I see
The black and blue uniforms
Police and priests
The purple and the pinstripe
Mutely shake their heads
A silense shrieking volumes
A violence worse than the condemn
Stab you in the back yeah
Laughing in your face
Glad to see the place again
It's a pitty nothing's changed
Banana Republic
Septic Isle
Screaming in the suffering sea
It sounds like crying
Everywhere I go
Everywhere I see
The black and blue uniforms
Police and priests

Lady Of Fatima
Composer(s): Tom Fogerty
Performer(s): Tom Fogerty
and multiple other artists



Lady of Fatima, I was just a schoolboy in my jeans
Lady of Fatima, I was just a schoolboy in my jeans
Lady of Fatima, I didn't see your eyes, your eyes

Lady of Electa, nineteen hundred sixty and the world
Lady of Electa, nineteen hundred sixty and the world
Lady of Electa, you really slowed me, yes you did

Lady of the Seasons, it's comin' and you'd better look around
Lady of the Seasons, it's comin' and you'd better look around
Lady of the Seasons, you'd better step aside, aside

Lady of Fatima, you'd better have a reason what you said
Lady of Fatima, you'd better have a reason what you said
Lady of Fatima, I saved a soul for you, for me 

Banana Boat (Day-O)
((Danish Version: The Banana Boat Song (by Grethe & Jørgen Ingmann) - 1957))
Composer(s): Harry Belafonte - Irving Burgie - William A. Attaway
First release by: Harry Belafonte - 1956
Covered by multiple other artists



Day-o, day-ay-ay-o
Daylight come and he wan' go home
Day, he say day, he say day, he say day, he say day, he say day-ay-ay-o
Daylight come and he wan' go home

Work all night on a drink a'rum
(Daylight come and he wan' go home)
Stack banana till thee morning come
(Daylight come and he wan' go home)

Come, Mr. Tally Mon, tally me banana
(Daylight come and he wan' go home)
Come, Mr. Tally Mon, tally me banana
(Daylight come and he wan' go home)

It's six foot, seven foot, eight foot, Bunch!
(Daylight come and he wan' go home)
Six foot, seven foot, eight foot, Bunch!
(Daylight come and he wan' go home)

Day, he say day-ay-ay-o
(Daylight come and he wan' go home)
Day, he say day, he say day, he say day 
he say day, he say day
(Daylight come and he wan' go home)

A beautiful bunch a'ripe banana
(Daylight come and he wan' go home)
Hide thee deadly black tarantula
(Daylight come and he wan' go home)

It's six foot, seven foot, eight foot, Bunch!
(Daylight come and he wan' go home)
Six foot, seven foot, eight foot, Bunch!
(Daylight come and he wan' go home)

Day, he say day-ay-ay-o
(Daylight come and he wan' go home)
Day, he say day, he say day, he say day 
he say day, he say day
(Daylight come and he wan' go home)

Come, Mr. Tally Mon, tally me banana
(Daylight come and he wan' go home)
Come, Mr. Tally Mon, tally me banana
(Daylight come and he wan' go home)

Day-o, day-ay-ay-o
(Daylight come and he wan' go home)
Day, he say day, he say day, he say day, he say day, he say day-ay-ay-o
(Daylight come and he wan' go home)

Lady Nina
Composer(s): Derek William Dick - Ian Mosley - Mark Kelly - Pete Trewavas - Steve Rothery
Performer(s): Marillion



You pick out your credit cards and check into the night
A dozen tequilas and you’re feeling all right
So you swim to the disco, out of your depth jaded gigolo
Your lucky charms are tarnished so you leave alone
But there’s one place left to go before the taxi home
After all you’ve made your marks
One night you’ll play elizabeth taylor
The next night you’re marilyn monroe
Forever kissing frogs that think they’re princes
Oh, lady nina, where did all the romance go?
Your little sister babysits, your husband picks you up at six
The make-up hides the bruises and the tears so they never show
’cos your beauty is the only thing you’ve ever owned
It’s the only way you’ve ever known to make your marks
You made your marks, you made your marks
We believe it’s for real
Ich liebe dich, liebst du mich
Lady nina, I’d love to take you home with me
But I love my wife and I love my family
I’ve got a good job, responsibilities
And I need to keep respect from society
I know you’ll never act with me, I know that you’re in love with me
So how do I compare to the sailors of the ships of the night?
Was I all right?
Did you come tonight, lady nina?
You made your marks, you made your marks
Ebony flowers pinned to a velvet cushion in a red light
And edith piaf sings a lullaby for the night
Just making marks, just making marks
Just making marks, just making marks
You made your marks
Ebony flowers pinned to a velvet cushion in a red light
And edith piaf sings a lullaby for the night
Just making marks, just making marks
You made your marks
And you made your mark
Just making marks
And you made your mark
Just making marks

Bana Basadi Balalo
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg



Bana basadi balalo
Dialecte bantou
Bana basadi balalo
Trois petits zoulous
Bana basadi balalo
Sont partis en guerre
Bana basadi balalo
Contre les Boers

Bana basadi balalo
Dialecte bantou
Bana basadi balalo
Trois petits zoulous
Bana basadi balalo
Tuent à la sagaie
Le néerlandais

Bana basadi balalo
Dialecte bantou
Bana basadi balalo
Trois petits zoulous
Bana basadi balalo
Trois petits négros
Bana basadi balalo
Sont morts en héros

Lady Margaret (aka Fair Margaret And Sweet William)
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Pete Seeger
and multiple other artists



Sweet William rose one morning bright
And dressed himself in blue
"Come tell to me the long lost love
Between Lady Margaret and you"

"I know no harm of Lady Margaret," said he
"And I hope she knows none of me
But tomorrow morning before eight o'clock
Lady Margaret my bride shall be"

As Lady Margaret was in her chamber high
A-combing up her hair
She spied sweet William and his bride
As they to the church drew near

She threw down her ivory comb
And tossed back her hair
And from the room a fair lady came
That was seen in there no more

The day being gone and the night being come
When most men were asleep
Sweet William spied Lady Margaret's ghost
A-standing at his bed feet

"How do you like your bed?" she said
"And how do you like your sheet?
And how do you like the fair lady
That lies in your arms asleep?"

"Very well do I like my bed," said he
"Very well do I like my sheet
But better do I like the fair lady
That is standing at my bed feet"

The night being gone and the day being come
When most men were awake
Sweet William said he was troubled in his head
From a dream he had last night

He called his weary waiting maids
By one, by two, by three
And last of all, with his bride's consent
Lady Margaret he went to see

He went unto the parlor door
He knocked until he made things ring
But none was so ready as her own dear brother
To arise and let him in

"Is Lady Margaret in the parlour?" said he
"Or is she in the hall
Or is she in her chamber high
Among the gay ladies all?"

"Lady Margaret is not in the parlour," said he
"She is neither in the hall
She is in her coffin
And a-lying by the wall"

"Tear down, tear down, those milk white sheets
They are made of silk so fine
That I may kiss Lady Margaret's cheek
For ofttimes she has kissed mine"

The first that he kissed was her rosy cheek
The next was her dimpled chin
The last of all was her clay-cold lips
That pierced his heart within

"Tear down, tear down those milk white sheets
They are made of silk so fine
Today they hang around Lady Margaret's corpse
And tomorrow they will hang around mine"

Lady Margaret died of pure, pure love
Sweet William died of sorrow
They are buried in one burying ground
Both side and side together

Out of her grave grew a red rose
And out of his a briar
They grew in a twining true lover's knot
The rose and the green briar

Bambú
Composer(s): Miguel Bosé - Mássimo Grilli
Performer(s): Miguel Bosé; Ricky Martin; Ana Torroja



Como una intrépida libélula
ante el espejo toda incrédula
pone un reparo a su extrafécula
yo me la como o no?

Va y se maquilla su melancolía
haciéndose la que no ve me espía
me guiña un ojo y se que es toda mía
yo me la como o no?

El cae y se enreda con su pátina
con su elegancia neodiplomática
no atina a ver cual es mi táctica
si me la como o no?

Y mientras que ella plancha el corazón
yo le doy bambu...turap tuhe oh yeah!
y mientras ella con pasión
da la llave yo le doy bambú
turap tuhe oh! yeah!

I wanna get through the night...

Alí Baba que estoy haciendo
turap tuhe oh! yeah!

I wanna get through the night...

Alli Baba que estoy haciendo oh!
trágame tierra ábrete Sésamo
que en esta historia acabo siendo el malo yo
ya me la coma o no...

Y venga dai amore dai dimmi chi sei?
tu que de repente prendi tutti i sogni miei

Y Eva le cuenta toda su amistad
que Adan va haciendo obras de caridad
y al gato mata la oscuridad
yo me la como o no?

Lady Madonna
((Italian Version: Lady Madonna (by I Gleemen))
Composer(s): John Lennon - Paul McCartney
First release by: The Beatles - 1968
Covered by multiple other artists



Lady Madonna, children at your feet
Wonder how you manage to make ends meet
Who find the money when you pay the rent
Did you think that money was heaven sent

Friday night arrives without a suitcase
Sunday morning creeping like a nun
Monday's child has learned to tie his bootlegs
See how they run

Lady Madonna, baby at your breast
Wonders how you manage to feed the rest
Pa pa pa pa...
See how they run

Lady Madonna lying on the bed
Listen to the music playing in your head

Tuesday afternoon is never ending
Wednesday morning papers didn't come
Thursday night you stocking needed mending
See how they run

Lady Madonna, children at your feet
Wonder how you manage to make ends meet

Bambou Bar
Composer(s): Luc Plamondon - Julien Clerc
Performer(s): Julien Clerc; Anne Clark



Avec sa peau d'ébène
Et ses cheveux nattés
Petite fleur africaine
Jetée sur le pavé

Qu'est-ce qu'elle fait le soir?
Elle danse au Bambou Bar
Debout sur le comptoir
Elle danse au Bambou Bar
Et moi je viens la voir

Avec son port de reine
Sur ses talons aiguilles
Vaut mieux pas qu'on la prenne
Jamais pour une fille

Qu'est-ce qu'elle fait le soir?
Eile danse au Bambou Bar
C'est tout ce qu'elle sait faire
Elle danse au Bambou Bar
Toute nue dans la lumière

Dans la jungle
Y a des bananiers
Du solei
Pour nous réchauffer
Des tam-tam
Pour nous faire danser
Comme au Bambou Bar

Qu'est-ce qu'elle fait le soir?
Elle danse au Bambou Bar
Sous les regards qui brillent
Elle danse au Bambou Bar
Et puis elle se rhabille
Dans la ville
Il y a des trottoirs
Pas falloir
Y marcher le soir
Surtout pas
Si on rentre tard...
Du Bambou Bar

Quand elle entend derrière elle
Des pas sur le macadam
Elle bondit comme une gazelle
Son cœur bat comme un tam-tam

Elle danse au Bambou Bar
Debout sur le comptoir
Elle danse au Bambou Bar
Et moi je viens la voir

Elle danse au Bambou Bar
C'est tout ce qu'elle sait faire
Elle danse au Bambou Bar
Toute nue dans la lumière
Elle danse au Bambou Bar
Sous les regards qui brillent
Elle danse au Bambou Bar
Et puis elle se rhabille