Le Diable Me Pardonne
Composer(s): Johnny Hallyday 
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday



Le diable me pardonne
Ma chance m'abandonne
Ça m'apprendra à être bon garçon
Me voilà en prison

La fille que j'aimait
Le jour, la nuit sifflait
Elle se prenait pour un petit oiseau
Moi, j'adore les oiseaux

Le diable me pardonne
Mon idée était bonne
Par la fenêtre, un jour, je l'ai poussée
Mais elle n'a pas volé

Alors pour l'oublier
Je me suis marié
Avec sa sœur, oui
Mais c'était encore pire
Elle n'aimait que dormir

Le diable me pardonne
Mon idée était bonne
Dans son café, oui, j'ai mis de la mort aux rats
Elle dort depuis six mois

Mais les gens sont méchants
S'en est décourageant
Ils ont jugés, oui, que ma manière d'aimer
Présentait des dangers
Le diable me pardonne
Ma chance m'abandonne
Ça m'apprendra à être bon garçon
Les femmes me perdront

Le diable me pardonne

Big D
Composer(s): Frank Loesser
Performer(s): Frank Loesser



You're from Big D, I can guess
by the way you drawl, and the way you dress
You're from Big D, my oh, yes
I mean Big D, little a, double l, a s
And that spells Dallas, my darlin', Dallas, darlin'
Don't it give you pleasure to confess
That you're from Bid D, my oh yes
I mean Big D, little a, double l, a
Big D, little a, double l, a s,  and
Big D, little a, double l, a
That spells Dallas, where every home's a palace
'cause the settlers settle for no less
Hooray for Big D, my, oh yes
I mean Big D, little a, double l, a
Big D, little a, double l, a
Big D, little a, double l, a s 

And that spells Dallas
Just dig a toe in Dallas
And there's oil all over your address
Back home in Big D,
My, oh yes, et cetera
 
And that spells Dallas
I mean it with no malice
But the rest of Texas looks a mess
When you're from Big D
My, oh yes, ...

Le Diable Est Là
Composer(s): Claude Moine - Pierre Papadiamandis
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell



Je cours à travers cette ville
Perdant mon souffle et ma raison
Il me poursuit
Il m'a maudit
J'ai peur même de son nom
Je suis traqué dans cette ville
Par le tout puissant des démons
J'entends son rire
Je crains le pire
L'Enfer sera ma prison
Le diable est là
Voulant mon âme
Tout m'abandonne
Mais je tiens bon
Le diable est là
Voulant mon âme
S'il se rapproche
Nous nous battrons

À trop vouloir vivre ma vie
J'ai brûle toutes mes passions
Satan m'a pris
Je l'ai trahi
Il vient
Chercher sa rançon
Le diable est là
Pillant mon âme
Je suis aux mains de Lucifer
Le diable est là
Pillant mon âme
Je suis aux portes de l'Enfer
Le diable est là
Pillant mon âme

Big Cold Wind
Composer(s): Bob Elgin; Robert Mosely
Performer(s): Pat Boone



There was a big cold wind
It came a-rollin' down this hill
It passed an old pine tree
That tree is a-shiverin' still
Now that wind was cold as it could be
But no colder than the kisses you've been givin' me
They're like a big, a big, mighty big
Like a big cold wind

Ah, since your heart has turned on me
There's nothin' mo-o-re to sa-a-ay
There's someone new that you wanna see
So I'll be goin' on my way

I'm gonna miss your kiss
And the arms that held me tight
I'm gonna miss those nights
When things were goin' right
But I want to tell you just before I go
That I pray your heart will never ever know
A love that turns about can freeze you out
Like a big cold wind

Ah, since your heart has turned on me
There's nothin' mo-o-re to sa-a-ay
There's someone new that you wanna see
So I'll be goin' on my way

I'm gonna miss your kiss
And the arms that held me tight
I'm gonna miss those nights
When things were goin' right
But I want to tell you just before I go
That I pray your heart will never ever know
A love that turns about can freeze you out
Like a big cold wind

A love that turns about can freeze you out
Like a big cold wind

Le Diable De La Bastille
Composer(s): Pierre Delanoë - Charles Dumont
Performer(s): Edith Piaf



C'est incroyable mais vrai
Invraisemblable mais vrai
C'est le diable qui dansait
Au quatorze juillet
Place de la Bastille
C'est incroyable mais vrai
Invraisemblable mais vrai
Il savait bien, le malin
Qu'il tenait dans ses mains
Le destin d'une fille
Car il est joli garçon
Il connaît bien la chanson
À la flamme des lampions
Au son d' l'accordéon
Il est méconnaissable
Et la fille n'a rien vu
Elle ne l'a pas reconnu
Tourbillonnant dans ses bras
Elle trouvait, ce soir-là
Que c'était formidable

À dix-huit ans, on a le droit
De se tromper à ce point-là
Tant le démon a l'air si bon
On peut l'aimer sans se damner

C'est incroyable mais vrai
Invraisemblable mais vrai
C'est le diable qui dansait
Au quatorze juillet
Place de la Bastille
C'est incroyable mais vrai
Invraisemblable mais vrai
Il savait bien, le malin
Qu'il tenait dans ses mains
Le destin d'une fille
Vraiment, il se régalait
Il rigolait, rigolait
Puisque la vie était belle
Elle trouvait naturel
Qu'il ait envie de rire
Elle s'est abandonnée
C'était vraiment bon marché
C'était vraiment trop facile
Une âme aussi docile
'y avait pas de quoi rire

C'est incroyable mais vrai
C'est le diable qui dansait
C'est le diable qui riait
C'est le diable que j'aimais
Le diable que j'aimais...
Le diable que j'aimais...
Le diable que j'aimais...

Big City Nights
Composer(s): Rudolf Schenker; Klaus Meine
Originally performed by: Scorpions
Covered by: Fozzy; Push Comes II Shove



When the daylight is falling down into the night
And the sharks try to cut a big piece out of life
It feels alright to go out to catch an outrageous thrill
But it's more like spinning wheels of fortune
Which never stand still

Big city, big city nights
You keep me burning
Big city, big city nights

When the sunlight is rising up in my eyes
And the long night has left me back at somebody's side
It feels alright for a long sweet minute like hours before
But it's more like looking out for something
I can't find anymore

Big city, big city nights
You keep me burning
Big city, big city nights
Always yearning

There is no dream
That you can't make true, if you're looking for love
But there's no girl
Who's burning the ice away from my heart
Maybe tonight!

Big city, big city nights
You keep me burning
Big city, big city nights
Always yearning
Big city, big city nights
You keep me burning
Big city, big city nights
Always yearning

Le Diable Au Coeur
Composer(s): Cécile Laggiard
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat



Un soleil farouche
Pèse sur ma bouche
En pétales d'or
Un soleil de fièvre
Pèse sur mes lèvres
Pèse sur mon corps
Et l'été
Ce presque rien
Ce presque tout
Ce comédien
Qui se glisse
Dans ma vie
Comme un ami
Et l'été
Ce Jean la fleur
Ce Jean le fort
Ce baroudeur
Qui me met
Le diable au corps
Le diable au coeur

Je voudrais t'écrire
Je voudrais te dire
Je m'ennuie de toi
Mais les heures passent
Mon désir se lasse
Au fil de ma joie

Un soleil farouche
Pèse sur ma bouche
En pétales d'or
Un soleil de fièvre
Pèse sur mes lèvres
Pèse sur mon corps
Et l'été
Ce presque rien
Ce presque tout
Ce comédien
Qui se glisse
Dans ma vie
Comme un ami
Et l'été
Ce Jean la fleur
Ce Jean le fort
Ce baroudeur
Qui me met
Le diable au corps
Le diable au coeur

D'autres me regardent
Mon rêve ballade
Un peu dans leurs bras
C'est déjà sourire
C'est déjà le dire
C'est vouloir déjà

Un soleil farouche
Pèse sur ma bouche
En pétales d'or
Un soleil de fièvre
Pèse sur mes lèvres
Pèse sur mon corps
Et l'été
Ce presque rien
Ce presque tout
Ce comédien
Qui se glisse
Dans ma vie
Comme un ami
Et l'été
Ce Jean la fleur
Ce Jean le fort
Ce baroudeur
Qui me met
Le diable au corps
Le diable au coeur

Qui me met
Le diable au corps
Le diable au coeur

Big City Lights
Composer(s): Bob Hall; Chris Youlden
Performer(s): Savoy Brown



I've been a long way from home and I can't sleep at night
I've go a funny feeling something just ain't right
I'll just stand here watching the big city lights

I keep thinking 'bout my baby, bound to go away
Well she gone and leave me yes, she's gone to stay
Now I'll get even baby some sweet day

I've been a long way from home and I can't sleep at night
I've go a funny feeling something just ain't right
I'll just stand here watching the big city lights

I've been a long way from home and I can't sleep at night
I've go a funny feeling something just ain't right
Got a long way from home and the big city lights

If I Were King Of The Forest
Composer(s): E.Y. Harburg - Harold Arlen
Performer(s): Bert Lahr
and multiple other artists



If I were King of the forest
Not Queen, not Duke, not Prince
My regal robes of the forest
Would be satin, not cotton, not chintz
I'd command each thing
Be it fish or fowl
With a wussh and a wussh
And a royal growl....wunf!

As I'd click my heel
All the trees would kneel
And the mountains bow
And the bulls kowtow
And the sparrow would take wing
If I, if I were King!

Each rabbit would show respect to me
The chipmunks genuflect to me
Though my tail would lash
I would show compash
For every underling
If I, if I were King!
Just King!

Monarch of all I survey
Mo-o-o-n-a-a-a-a-arch of all I survey!

Big City Cat
Composer(s): Steve Forbert
Performer(s): Steve Forbert



Buildings an' people down under the skies
I walk down the street lookin' out through my eyes
I'm getting so skinny it hurts to sit down
I'm deep in the well, I'm in the rat trap town

Where it's dirty for dirty, it's an eye for an eye
it's a tooth for a tooth an' a sigh for a sigh
an' ev'rything's edgy like musical chairs
an' ev'ryone's lookin', but who really cares?

Well, I'm tryna get up, tryna laugh in my head
I'm walkin' on eggs and I'm climbin' on thread
There's motors an' traffic an' racket an' horns
my weary ol' stairway is wobbly an' worn

There a hissin' of heaters an' bangin' ol' pipes
screaming of women an' laughin' all night
there's babies a-cryin' an' somebody's dog
he's barkin' so loudly, there's a man in the hall...

Hell, it's some kinda lunatic followin' me
He's down by the john so I can't take a pee
I'm 's'posed t' be happy, I'm here where it's at
I'm a face in the crowd, I'm a big city cat

If I Only Had The Nerve
Composer(s): E.Y. Harburg - Harold Arlen
Performer(s): Bert Lahr, Judy Garland, Ray Bolger, Jack Haley



Lion:
Yeh, it's sad, believe me, Missy
When you're born to be a sissy
Without the vim and verve
But I could show my prowess
Be a lion not a mou-ess
If I only had the nerve

I'm afraid there's no denyin'
I'm just a dandelion
A fate I don't deserve
I'd be brave as a blizzard
Tin Man: I'd be gentle as a lizard
Scarecrow: I'd be clever as a gizzard
Dorothy: If the Wizard is a Wizard who will serve
Scarecrow: Then I'm sure to get a brain
Tin Man: A heart
Dorothy: A home
Lion: The nerve

Big City
Composer(s): Paul Williams - Sam Humphrey
Performer(s): Ernest Tubb



I'm walking your streets again big city 
Searching every face that I see
Looking for my darling big city 
The one that you took away from me

You lured her with your night life big city 
To take her from me you know it was wrong
I'm searching night and day for her big city 
Oh without her love I just can't go on

Ah Leon

You took my love away from me big city 
Stole her out of my two loving arms
You know I'm gonna hate you big city 
If you brought my baby any harm

I'm walking your streets again big city 
Searching every face that I see
Looking for my darling big city 
The one that you took away from me…

The one that you took away from me…

Le Diable (Ça Va)
Composer(s): Jacques Brel
First release by: Jacques Brel - 1954
Covered by multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1970 - De Duivel (Will Ferdy)
1989 - The Devil (Okay) (Marc Almond)
2008 - De Duivel (Micheline & Bruno Brel)



Un jour le Diable vint sur terre, un jour le Diable vint sur terre
pour surveiller ses intérêts, il a tout vu le Diable, il a tout entendu
et après avoir tout vu, après avoir tout entendu, il est retourné chez lui, là-bas
Et là-bas on avait fait un grand banquet, à la fin du banquet, il s'est
levé le Diable, il a prononcé un discours et en substance il a dit ceci, il a dit

Il y a toujours un peu partout
Des feux illuminant la terre ça va
Les hommes s'amusent comme des fous
Aux dangereux jeux de la guerre ça va
Les trains déraillent avec fracas
Parce que des gars pleins d'idéal
Mettent des bombes sur les voies
Ça fait des morts originales
Ça fait des morts sans confession
Des confessions sans rémission ça va

Rien ne se vend mais tout s'achète
L'honneur et même la sainteté ça va
Les États se muent en cachette
En anonymes sociétés ça va
Les grands s'arrachent les dollars
Venus du pays des enfants
L'Europe répète l'Avare
Dans un décor de mil neuf cent
Ça fait des morts d'inanition
Et l'inanition des nations ça va

Les hommes ils en ont tant vu
Que leurs yeux sont devenus gris ça va
Et l'on ne chante même plus
Dans toutes les rues de Paris ça va
On traite les braves de fous
Et les poètes de nigauds
Mais dans les journaux de partout
Tous les salauds ont leur photo
Ça fait mal aux honnêtes gens
Et rire les malhonnêtes gens
Ça va ça va ça va ça va

Big Chief
Composer(s): Earl King; Wardell Quezergue
Performer(s): Professor Longhair



Me got fire me can't put it out
heap firewater gonna make me shout
I going down and get my squaw
Me might buy a great big car
I'm gonna do everything I could
Me big Chief, I'm feeling good
Me Big Chief, I got 'em tribe
Got my squaw right by my side
My spyboy, he just went by
My flagboy, he full of fire
Me whole tribe just having fun
We gonna dance till morning come

De Duivel ((aka De Duivel (Micheline & Bruno Brel) - 2008))
((Adapted from: Le Diable (Ça Va) (Jacques Brel) - 1954))
((English Version: The Devil (Okay) (Marc Almond) - 1989))
Composer(s): Jacques Brel - Will Ferdy
Performer(s): Will Ferdy - 1970



Op zekere dag is de hemel op aarde gekomen
hij is gekomen om mijn belangen na te gaan, de duivel
Hij heeft alles gehoord en hij heeft alles gezien
en nadat hij alles gehoord en gezien had
is hij teruggekeerd, daarginds…
En ginds had men een groot banket voorbereid
en op het einde van het banket
is de duivel rechtgestaan
en heeft een toespraak gehouden
een toespraak die hier ongeveer op neerkwam
Hij zei, de duivel

“’t Gaat goed!
Men maakt zich altijd hier of daar
weer voor een nieuwe oorlog klaar
da’s goed!
Het menselijk vernuft is groot
het zoekt maar naar de wreedste dood
da’s goed!

Een trein ontriggeld met kabaal
omdat de man, vol ideaal
een bom geplaatst heeft op het spoor
dat valt niet alle dagen voor
Maar dat maakt doden zonder biecht
wanneer zo ’n trein de lucht invliegt
da’s goed 
Haha!!!

En alles koopt men daar voor geld
de liefde en zelfs de eerbaarheid
da’s goed!
De straten dreigen met geweld
en leven is oneindigheid
da’s goed!

De jacht op dollars gaat maar door
de groten loeren op elkaar
en in zijn authentiek decor
siddert Europa voor ’t gevaar
dat maakt weer doden langs de straat
en zelfs de dood van meen’ge staat
da’s goed 
Haha!!!

De mensen zijn het leven moe
hun ogen blijven angstig toe
da’s goed!
Wijl alle blijheid hen ontgaat
klinkt er geen lied meer langs de straat
da’s goed!

Een brave mens wordt nu bespot
een dichter scheld men uit voor zot
terwijl in ’t dagblad elke schoft
op ’t voorblad met zijn foto boft
wat brave mensen lijden doet
en d’ ander schamper lachen doet
da’s goed! 
Da’s goed! Da’s goed! Haha!!!…”

Big Butter And Egg Man
Composer(s): Louis Armstrong; Percy Venable
Performer(s): Louis Armstrong
and various other artists



Now she wants...a butter and egg man
From way out in the West
She wants somebody...who's workin' all day
So she's got money...when she wants to play

Now pretty clothes...they'll never be mine
But what she told me the other day
I hope she don't change her mind
Now she wants...a butter and egg man
A great big butter and egg man
From way down South 

The Devil (Okay)
((Adapted from: Le Diable (Ça Va) (Jacques Brel) - 1954))
((Dutch Versions: De Duivel (by Will Ferdy) - 1970; De Duivel (Micheline & Bruno Brel) - 2008))
Composer(s): Jacques Brel - Paul Francis Buck
Performer(s): Marc Almond - 1989



One day the devil
came above ground
One day the devil
came above ground
To study his interests
He saw everything
The devil, he heard everything
And having seen all
Having heard all
He returned to his home below
And down below
They organised a grand feast
At the end of this feast
The devil rose to
deliver his speach
This is the jist of what he said

Okay!

Okay
The world up there is like a sea
Of raging fires that
spit and roar
Okay
And man has fought like crazy
With dangerous games of war
Okay
Trains are derailed
A crash
His boys filled with ideals
Place bombs on the tracks
Well that creates original death
That death creates
without confession
Confessions without remission
Okay
Nothing is sold
But all is bought
Honour and sainthood
Okay
And states change secretly
Into anonymous societies
Okay hey hey
And the mighty extort
their dollars
From countries that are poor
And Europe also rips the scars
With it's post colonial gorge
That creates death
from starvation
And starvation of nations
Okay
And man has seen so much of it
That his eyes have become grey
Okay, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
And no songs seem to exist
Except when sung on stage
Okay
They dispense with hired thugs
And jack-ass poets get the elbow
but in the papers everywhere
Every shit has his photo
That creates evil in honest folk
And laughter in dishonest ones
Okay! Okay! Okay! Okay!
Okay! Okay! Okay! Okay!
Okay!
Okay! Hahaha!
Okay! Hahaha!
Okay

Big Bruce
Composer(s): John H. Duffey
Performer(s): Steve Greenberg; The Country Gentlemen



The folk history of America is the history of its heroes 
Big workin' men like John Henry, Paul Bunyan snd Big Bad John 
But today I'd like to introduce a new folk hero 
He didn't work in a mine, or in a railroad, or any of those strenuous occupations 
He worked in a beauty salon and his name was Bruce ...

Well ev'ry day at the salon you can see him arrive
He stood six foot six, weighed one-o-five
He's kinda narrow at the shoulders, narrow in the hips
With a curl in his hair and a smile on his lips
Big Bruce ...
Big Bad Bruce

No-one seemed to know where Bruce came from
He kinda swished into town and stayed all alone
Never said much, kind o' quiet and shy
And when he spoke at all, it was just to say "Hi"
Big Bruce ...
Big Bad Bruce

Same say he came from New Orleans
Where he had a social group called the Cajun Queens
Some say Hollywood or Beverly Hills
Where he got arrested for passin' three-dollar bills
That's Bruce

Then came the day o' that terrible fire
Something went wrong in the number five dryer
Into the chaos of those matronly caves
Went Big Bad Bruce, a-just a-fannin' the flames
Big Bruce ...
Big Bad Brucey-Woosey

Well, the flames grew higher and the fire got worse
And someone heard Brucey cry, "Mercy, I forgot my purse!"
Into the fire with a squeal and a shout
We waited an hour, but he never came out
Poor Bruce ...
Poor old Bruce

Where that salon once stood is a grocery store
But his name will live for evermore
In the annals of time and in the hall of fame
As a gay young cat who went down in flames
Big Bruce

You might say this is a big kind o' fairy tale 

Le Dernier Slow
((Adapted from: Blu (Luciano Angeleri) - 1979))
Composer(s): Luciano Angeleri - Claude Lemesle - Pierre Delanoë
Performer(s): Joe Dassin - 1979

Versions In Other Languages:
1979 - Droom (Benny Neyman)
1980 - Save Me The Dance (Perry Como)



Et si ce soir, on dansait le dernier slow
Comme si l'air du temps se trompait de tempo
Et si ce soir on dansait le dernier slow
Un peu de tendresse au milieu du disco

C'était pourtant bien
De danser très doux
Et de se fondre au point
D'oublier tout autour de nous
C'était pourtant bon
Et moi j'étais pour
Finir sur les violons
Pour commencer l'amour

Et si ce soir, on dansait le dernier slow
Un peu de tendresse au milieu du disco
Et si ce soir, on dansait le dernier slow
Un peu de tendresse au milieu du disco

On ne verra plus
Ces joue contre joue
Entre deux inconnus
Qui n'avaient pas de rendez-vous
Mais on verra bien
C'est gagné d'avance
Les amoureux de demain
Vont nous inventer d'autres danses

Et si ce soir, on dansait le dernier slow
Un peu de tendresse au milieu du disco
Et si ce soir, on dansait le dernier slow
Un peu de tendresse au milieu du disco...

Big Brother's Still Watching
Composer(s): Steve Lukather; Richard Marx; Fee Waybill
Performer(s): The Tubes



The silent horde
comes creeping through the night
Shuns the lights and cameras
staying out of sight
We've been warned
There's no one else to blame
Take your medicine
before they take your brain

I can't believe there's no one listening

Talking heads explain
the latest new reform
You won't get much to say
until you've been reborn

Look at the eyes there's something missing

Don't you think it strange
how they only change the name
Where's the open door
Well it's on the thirteenth floor
I know you've heard it all before

Big Brother's watching us
with eyes in the sky
I think I've had enough of asking why

I know they're still watching us
No where to hide
It's time to turn and fight for your life

All the time you spent
hiding in the dark
Take your poison pen
and stab it in their heart

That may arouse a slight suspicion

Don't you think it's weird
'til they passify your fears
Change the right to wrong
and we follow right along
The bouncing ball will lead us on

Big Brother's watching us
with eyes in the sky
I think I've had enough of asking why
I know they're still watching us
No where to hide
It's time to turn and fight for your life