Le P'tit Bonheur
((Italian Version: Il Piccolo Amore (by Dalida))
Composer(s): Félix Leclerc
Performer(s): Félix Leclerc
and multiple other artists



C'est un petit bonheur
Que j'avais ramassé
Il était tout en pleurs
Sur le bord d'un fossé

Quand il m'a vu passer
Il s'est mis à crier
Madame, ramassez-moi chez vous, amenez-moi
Mes frères m'ont oublié je suis tombé, je suis malade
Si vous n'me cueillez point je vais mourir quelle ballade
Je me ferai petit, tendre et soumis je vous le jure
Madame, je vous en prie délivrez-moi de ma torture

J'ai pris le p'tit bonheur
L'ai mis sous mes haillons
J'ai dit faut pas qu'il meurt
Viens donc dans ma maison
Alors le p'tit bonheur
A fait sa guérison
Sur le bord de mon cœur
Y avait une chanson

Mes jours, mes nuits, mes peines , mes veilles, mon mal, tout fut oublié
Ma vie de désœuvrée j'avais dégoût d'la recommencer
Quand il pleuvait dehors ou qu'mes amis amis m'faisaient des peines
J'prenais mon p'ti bonheur et j'lui disais c'est toi que j'aime

Mon bonheur a fleuri
Il a fait des bourgeons
C'était le paradis
Ça s'voyait sur mon front
Or un matin joli
Que je sifflais ce refrain
Mon bonheur est parti
Sans me donner la main
J'eu beau le supplier, le cajoler, lui faire des scènes
Lui montrer le grand trou qu'il me faisait au fond du cœur
Il s'en allait toujours la tête haute, sans joie sans haine
Comme s'il ne pouvait plus voir le soleil dans ma demeure

J'ai bien pensé mourir
De chagrin et d'ennui
J'avais cessé de rire
C'était toujours la nuit
Il me restait l'oubli
Il me restait l'mépris
Enfin que j'me suis dit
Il me reste la vie

J'ai repris mon bâton, mes deuils, mes peines et mes bagages
Et je bats la semelle dans des pays de malheureux
Aujourd'hui quand je pars à l'aventure et en voyage
Je fais un grand détour ou bien je me ferme les yeux
Je fais un grand détour ou bien je me ferme les yeux

Black, Brown And White
Composer(s): Big Bill Broonzy
Performer(s): Big Bill Broonzy;
Brownie McGhee; Faith Nolan



This little song that I'm singin' about
People you know it's true
If you're black and gotta work for a living
This is what they will say to you

They says if you was white, should be all right
If you was brown, stick around
But as you's black, m-mm brother, git back git back git back

I was in a place one night
They was all having fun
They was all byin' beer and wine
But they would not sell me none

They said if you was white, should be all right
If you was brown, stick around
But if you black, m-mm brother, git back git back git back

Me and a man was workin' side by side
This is what it meant
They was paying him a dollar an hour
And they was paying me fifty cent

They said if you was white, 't should be all right
If you was brown, could stick around
But as you black, m-mm boy, git back git back git back

I went to an employment office
Got a number 'n' I got in line
They called everybody's number
But they never did call mine

They said if you was white, should be all right
If you was brown, could stick around
But as you black, m-mm brother, git back git back git back

I hope when sweet victory
With my plough and hoe
Now I want you to tell me brother
What you gonna do about the old Jim Crow?

Now if you was white, should be all right
If you was brown, could stick around
But if you black, whoa brother, git back git back git back

Le Pénitencier
((Adapted from: The Rising Sun Blues (Traditional) - 17th Century; House Of The Rising Sun (by Libby Holman) - 1942))
Composer(s): Alan Price - Hugues Aufray - Vline Buggy
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday - 1964

Versions In Other Languages:
1964 - Kuca Izlazeceg Sunca (by Miodrag Jevremovic)
1965 - La Casa Del Sole (by I Marcellos Ferial)
1989 - La Casa Del Sol Naciente (by Alejandra Guzmán)



Les portes du pénitencier
Bientôt vont se fermer
Et c'est là que je finirai ma vie
Comm'd'autres gars l'ont finie
Pour moi ma mère a donné
Sa robe de mariée
Peux-tu jamais me pardonner
Je t'ai trop fait pleurer
Le soleil n'est pas fait pour nous
C'est la nuit qu'on peut tricher
Toi qui ce soir a tout perdu
Demain tu peux gagner 

O mères, écoutez-moi
Ne laissez jamais vos garçons
Seuls la nuit traîner dans les rues
Ils iront tout droit en prison
Toi la fille qui m'a aimé
Je t'ai trop fait pleurer
Les larmes de honte que tu as versées
Il faut les oublier
Les portes du pénitencier
Bientôt vont se fermer
Et c'est là que je finirai ma vie
Comm'd'autres gars l'ont finie 

Black Water
Composer(s): Patrick Simmons
Performer(s): The Doobie Brothers



Well, I built me a raft and she's ready for floatin'
ol' Mississippi, she's callin' my name
Catfish are jumpin' that paddle wheel thumpin'
Black water keeps rollin' on past just the same
Old black water, keep on rollin' 
Mississippi moon won't you keep on shinin' on me?
(Old black water, keep on rollin')
Mississippi moon won't you keep on shinin' on me?
(Old black water, keep on rollin')
Mississippi moon won't you keep on shinin' on me?
Yeah, keep on shinin' your light, gonna make every thing
Pretty mama, gonna make everything all right
And I ain't got no worries 'cause I ain't in no hurry at all
Well, if it rains, I don't care, don't make no difference to me
Just take that street car that's goin' up town
Yeah, I'd like to hear some funky Dixieland and dance a honky tonk
and I'll be buyin' everybody drinks all roun'
Old black water, keep on rollin' 
Mississippi moon won't you keep on shinin' on me?
(Old black water, keep on rollin')
Mississippi moon won't you keep on shinin' on me?
(Old black water, keep on rollin')
Mississippi moon won't you keep on shinin' on me?
Yeah, keep on shinin' your light, gonna make every thing
Pretty mama, gonna make everything all right
And I ain't got no worries 'cause I ain't in no hurry at all 
I'd like to hear some funky Dixieland, 
Pretty momma come and take me by the hand, by the hand, take me by the hand
(I want to honky-tonk) (honky-tonk)
Pretty momma, come and dance with your daddy all night long, I'd like to...
(honky-tonk) (with you all night long)

La Casa Del Sole
((Adapted from: The Rising Sun Blues (Traditional) - 17th Century; House Of The Rising Sun (by Libby Holman) - 1942))
Composer(s): Alan Price - Mogol - Vito Pallavicini
Performer(s): I Marcellos Ferial - 1965

Versions In Other Languages:
1964 - Le Pénitencier (by Johnny Hallyday)
1964 - Kuca Izlazeceg Sunca (by Miodrag Jevremovic)
1989 - La Casa Del Sol Naciente (by Alejandra Guzmán)



Lo so perchè sei qui
e guardi verso me
perchè io sono il sole per te
e il sole e tutto per te
ma come faccio a dirti
qual'è la verità
ma come faccio a dirti che ormai
il sole si spegne con noi
ti ho detto tante cose
e tu credevi a me
le cose che volevo per te
che dirti non potrò
lo so perchè sei qui
e guardi verso me
perchè io sono il sole per te
e il sole è tutto per te
il sole che aspettavi
non arriverà
e l'ultima speranza ormai
si spegne insieme a noi
si spegne insieme a noi 

Black Velvet Band
(Traditional)
Performer(s): The Dubliners
and various other artists



In a neat little town they call Belfast
Apprentice to trade I was bound
Many an hours sweet happiness
Have I spent in that neat little town

A sad misfortune came o'er me
Which caused me to stray from the land
Far away from my friends and relations
Betrayed by the black velvet band

Her eyes they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair, it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band

I took a stroll down Broadway
Meaning not long for to stay
When who should I meet but this pretty fair maid
Come a tripping along the highway

She was both fair and handsome
Her neck it was just like a swans
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band

Her eyes they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair, it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band

I took a stroll with this pretty fair maid
And a gentleman passing us by
Well I knew she meant the doing of him
By the look in her roguish black eye

A gold watch she took from his pocket
And placed it right into my hand
And the very first thing that I said
Was bad luck to the black velvet band

Her eyes they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band

Before the judge and the jury
Next morning I had to appear
The judge he says to me
"Young man, your case it is proven clear

We'll give you seven years penal servitude
To be spent faraway from this land
Far away from your friends and companions
Betrayed by the black velvet band"

Her eyes they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band

So come all you jolly young fellows
A warning take by me
When you are out on the town, me lads
Beware of them pretty colleens

For they feed you with strong drink, oh yeah
'Til you are unable to stand
And the very next thing that you'll know is
You've landed in Van Diemens Land

Her eyes they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band

La Casa Del Sol Naciente 
((Adapted from: The Rising Sun Blues (Traditional) - 17th Century; House Of The Rising Sun (by Libby Holman) - 1942))
Composer(s): Alan Price - Alejandra Guzmán
Performer(s): Alejandra Guzmán - 1989

Versions In Other Languages:
1964 - Le Pénitencier (by Johnny Hallyday)
1964 - Kuca Izlazeceg Sunca (by Miodrag Jevremovic)
1965 - La Casa Del Sole (by I Marcellos Ferial)



Aqui nació, aqui soñó
aqui vivió mi amor
pero ya no estas
no sigues junto a mi
no esta mi amor
no esta

Hogar del sol naciente
sol que ya no esta
un sol que ya no alumbrará
no, no alumbrará

Si nunca voy a verte
si jamás tu volverás
yo me ire muy lejos
de este hogar
donde al fin
yo te pueda olvidar

Si nunca voy a verte
jamás te voy a olvidar

Black Trombone
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Originally performed by: Serge Gainsbourg
Covered by various other artists



Black trombone
Monotone
Le trombone
C'est joli
Tourbillonne
Gramophone
Et bâillonne
Mon ennui

Black trombone
Monotone
Autochtone
De la nuit
Dieu pardonne
La mignonne
Qui fredonne
Dans mon lit

Black trombone
Monotone
Elle se donne
à demi
Nue, frissonne
Déraisonne
M'empoisonne
M'envahit

Black trombone
Monotone
C'est l'automne
De ma vie
Plus personne
Ne m'étonne
J'abandonne
C'est fini

House Of The Rising Sun 
((Adapted from: The Rising Sun Blues (Traditional) - 17th Century))
Composer(s): Alan Price
Performer(s): Libby Holman - 1942
and multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1964 - Le Pénitencier (by Johnny Hallyday)
1964 - Kuca Izlazeceg Sunca (by Miodrag Jevremovic)
1965 - La Casa Del Sole (by I Marcellos Ferial)
1989 - La Casa Del Sol Naciente (by Alejandra Guzmán)



There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin for many a poor boy
And God, I know I'm one

My mother was a tailor
Sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gambling' man
Down in New Orleans

Now, the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he'll be satisfied
Is when he's all drunk

Oh, Mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the house of the Rising Sun

Well, I've got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin for many a poor boy
And God, I know I'm one

Black Strap Molasses
Composer(s): Carmine Ennis; Marilou Harrington
Performer(s): Jane Wyman, Jimmy Durante, 
Groucho Marks, & Danny Kaye



All:
Black strap molasses and the wheat germ bread
Makes you live so long you wish you were dead
You add some yogurt and you'll be well fed
With black strap molasses and the wheat germ bread

Jane Wyman:
My grandpa's older than the old grey mare
He sits a-rockin' in his rockin' chair
But now he's got a smile that he can't lose
Grandma's sittin' knittin' baby shoes

All:
From eatin' black strap molasses and the wheat germ bread
Makes you live so long you wish you were dead
You add some yogurt and you'll be well fed
With black strap molasses and the wheat germ bread

Jimmy Durante:
I gave up cherry pie and T-bone steak
Chicken fricassee and ice cream cake
I don't need vitamins or pills at All
I even mix it with my Hadacol

All:
I'm eatin' black strap molasses and the wheat germ bread
Makes you live so long you wish you were dead
You add some yogurt and you'll be well fed
With black strap molasses and the wheat germ bread

Groucho Marx:
My nerves were jumpy and I'd walk the floor
I never got to sleep till after four
But since I'm eatin' right I feel okay
I'm sleepin' every night and half the day

All:
From eatin' black strap molasses and the wheat germ bread
Makes you live so long you wish you were dead
You add some yogurt and you'll be well fed
With black strap molasses and the wheat germ bread

Danny Kaye:
Now I was thinner than a pencil line
Had no muscles and I had no spine
But now I'm friskier than a pup
All you have do is prop me up

All:
Just feed me black strap molasses and the wheat germ bread
Makes you live so long you wish you were dead
You add some yogurt and you'll be well fed
With black strap molasses and the wheat germ bread

GM: I know a fella who is ninety-two
JW: Doctors told the guy that he was through
DK: But now that the doctor has been proven wrong
JD: He's got more hop in him than Hopalong

All:
From eatin' black strap molasses and the wheat germ bread
Makes you live so long you wish you were dead
You add some yogurt and you'll be well fed
With black strap molasses and the wheat germ bread

Le Pêcheur
Composer(s): Georges Brassens
Performer(s): Georges Brassens



On dirait un fanatique
De la cause halieutique
Avec sa belle canne et
Son moulinet
Mais s'il pêche, c'est pour rire
Et l'on peut être certain
Que jamais sa poêle à frire
Vit le plus menu fretin

La pêche, à ce qu'on raconte
Pour lui n'est en fin de compte
Qu'un prétexte, un alibi 
On connaît pis 
Un truc, un moyen plausible
De fuir un peu son chez-soi
Où sévit la plus nuisible
Des maritornes qui soient

Avec une joie maligne
Il monte au bout de sa ligne
Tout un tas d'objets divers
Des bouts de fer
Des paillassons, des sandales
Des vieilles chaussett's à clous
Des noyés faisant scandale
Aussitôt qu'on les renfloue

Si, déçu par une blonde
Pensant faire un trou dans l'onde
Tu tiens plus à te noyer
Qu'à te mouiller
Désespéré, fais en sorte
D'aller piquer ton plongeon
De peur qu'il ne te ressorte
À l'écart de son bouchon

Quand un goujon le taquine
Qu'un gardon d'humeur coquine
Se laisse pour badiner
Hameçonner
Le bonhomme lui reproche
Sa conduite puérile
Puis à sa queue il accroche
Un petit poisson d'avril

Mais s'il attrape une ondine
L'une de ces gourgandines
Femme mi-chair mi-poisson
Le polisson 
Coup de théâtre - dévore
Tout cru le bel animal 
Une cure de phosphore
Ça peut pas faire de mal

Quand il mourra, quand la Parque
L'emmènera dans sa barque
En aval et en amont
Truites, saumons
Le crêpe à la queue sans doute
L'escorteront chagrinés
Laissant la rivière toute
Vide, désempoissonnée

Lors, tombés dans la disette
Repliant leurs épuisettes
Tout penauds, tout pleurnicheurs
Les vrais pêcheurs
Rentreront chez eux bredouilles
Danser devant le buffet
Se faisant traiter d'andouilles
Par leur compagne
Bien fait!

Black Star
Composer(s): Sherman Edwards; Donald Meyer; Sid Wayne
Performer(s): Elvis Presley



 Every man has a black star
A black star over his shoulder
And when a man sees his black star
He knows his time, his time has come

Black star don't shine on me, black star
Black star keep behind me, black star
There's a lot of livin' I gotta do
Give me time to make a few dreams come true
Black star

When I ride I feel that black star
That black star over my shoulder
So I ride in front of that black star
Never lookin' around, never lookin' around

Black star don't shine on me, black star
Black star keep behind me, black star
There's a lot of livin' I gotta do
Give me time to make a few dreams come true
Black star

One fine day I'll see that black star
That black star over my shoulder
And when I see that old black star
I'll know my time, my time has come

Black star don't shine on me, black star
Black star keep behind me, black star
There's a lot of livin' I gotta do
Give me time to make a few dreams come true
Black star

Le Pêcheur
Composer(s): Marc Fontenoy
Performer(s): André Bourvil



Bourvil, un Pêcheur et un groupe de Filles:

B: Dites monsieur le pêcheur, ça mord?
P: Chut! Vous faites sauver le poisson!
B: Du poisson? J'en ai jamais vu
Y'en a peut-être mais faut pas faire de bruit, hein?
P: Chut, la barbe!
B: Ah! Mais je ne vais pas vous déranger: pêchez, pêchez..
F: Le pêcheur au bord de l'eau, abrité sous son chapeau, est heureux et trouve la vie belle
Tandis que flotte son bouchon, il sifflote une chanson
A côté, le regardant, y'a un brave paysan...
B: C'est moi!
F: ... qui rigole derrière sa moustache
B: Car je sais que dans ce coin, on attrape jamais rien
Pom pom pom, même quand on est malin!
P: Chut
B: Alors monsieur ça mord?
P: Ah non, ça va pas très fort
B: Ah, il faut être patient: ici l'poisson n'est pas gourmand
P: J'vais mettre un autre ver
B: Moi, je m'en vais boire un verre
Ca donne chaud de vous regarder faire
F: Installé sur un pliant, le pêcheur attend longtemps, mais l'poisson ne veut pas s'laisser prendre
Le soleil est déjà haut
B: J'crois vous allez avoir chaud
Moi, je m'en vais, salut et à bientôt
P: Ah! Quel raseur, quelle barbe!
B: Oh bah, dites donc, j'suis sur mes terres
et puis faut pas m'embêter, hein!
F: Au loin passent des tas de péniches, les filles lui crient: "Oh hé!"
B: Silence les filles, il pêche
F: Mais de tout cela il se fiche, il est pas là pour s'amuser
B: C'est vrai 
Le pêcheur au bord de l'eau, abrité sous son chapeau, voudrait bien ne pas rentrer bredouille
Il a beau être outillé, pas moyen d'en attraper
P: Encore lui! Oh quel casse-pieds!
B: Tiens, vous êtes toujours là 
Et alors, comment que ça va?
P: Ca va mal! Y'a rien à faire aujourd'hui! Aie Aie Aie
B: Ce poisson, moi j'le connais, il ne fait que ce qu'il lui plait!
Attention! Cette fois je crois qu'ça y est
F: Tout au bout de sa ligne, le pêcheur qui s'indigne, croit qu'il vient d'attraper... 
Devinez quoi?
B: Un vieux soulier!
Oh ça c'est rigolo, c'est un des godillots que j'ai perdu, l'année dernière dans l'eau!
F: Le pêcheur est dégoûté, il s'en va le nez baissé
P: Prenez là! Puisque c'est votre chaussure 
Aie Aie Aie
B: J'vous remercie mais tant qu'à faire, j'voudrais l'autre pour faire la paire
Revenez demain, puisque c'est un bon coin...
Pom pom pom, on taquinera l'goujon
F: Pom pom pom, on taquinera l'goujon

Black Slacks
Composer(s): Joe Bennett; Jimmy Denton
Originally performed by: Joe Bennett & The Sparkletones
Covered by various other artists



B-b-b-b-b-b-black slacks
B-b-b-b-b-b-black slacks
B-b-b-b-b-b-black slacks
B-b-b-b-b-b-black slacks
B-b-b-b-b-b-black slacks
Pegged cool, daddy-o
When I put em on
I'm a rarin' to go

When I go places, I just don't care
You'd know why when you see what I wear
Black slacks, pegged 14
Black slacks, really are keen
Black slacks, pegged cool, daddy-o
When I put 'em on
I'm a rarin' to go

Man you oughta' see me with my derby on
I know that you would say, he's gone
Black slacks, mostly in the head
Black slacks, uh, that's what I said
Black slacks, I'm the cat's pajamas
I always run around with the crazy little mamas

Well, the girls all look when I go by
It's what I wear that makes 'em sigh
Black slacks, I wear a red bow-tie
Black slacks, they say, my, oh, my
Black slacks, with a cat's chain
Down to my knees
I ain't nothin' but a real cool breeze

Black slacks
B-b-b-b-b-b-black slacks
B-b-b-b-b-b-black slacks
B-b-b-b-b-b-black slacks
B-b-b-b-b-b-black slacks
Pegged cool, daddy-o
When I put 'em on
I'm a rarin' to go
When I put 'em on
I'm a rarin' to go
When I put 'em on
I'm a rarin' to go

Black slacks
B-b-b-b-b-b-black slacks
B-b-b-b-b-b-black slacks
B-b-b-b-b-b-black slacks
B-b-b-b-b-b-black slacks

Le Pays D'où Je Viens
Composer(s): Louis Amade - Gilbert Bécaud
Performer(s): Gilbert Bécaud



Le pays d'où je viens
N'est fait que de silence
Donnez, donnez-moi la main
Bonjour, bonjour cette chance
Peut-être un jour, demain
Le traîneau des vacances
Vous emmènera enfin
Aux croisées des chemins
Du pays d'où je viens

Dans ce pays, jolis dame des neiges, je t'emporterai
Que tourne le manège d'un amour qui naît
D'une floconnée dans l'immensité
Peut-être un jour, demain
Des traîneaux en partance
T'emmèneront enfin
Au pays qui est le tien
Le pays d'où je viens

Black Sky
Composer(s): Steve Cash
Performer(s): Ozark Mountain Daredevils



well I sure take it with me wherever I go
and you might like to see it but it never does show
like a wind in the valley that never does blow
like the grass in the back that you never did mow
it's a black sky formin' on the ridge
it's a woman waitin' standin' on the bridge
it's the price that you pay for walkin' on the ledge
it's everything you do and nothin' that you did

well you might see me drivin' in the wrong side of town
and you might see me shinin' when the rain's comin' down
like a diamond that's hidin' in the lost and found
like a coon that's runnin' from a red bone hound
it's a black sky formin' on the ridge
it's a woman waitin' standin' on the bridge
it's the price that you pay for walkin' on the ledge
it's everything you do and nothin' that you did

well the wood keeps burnin' in the old wood stove
and the cows keep goin' where they done been drove
and a light keeps glowin' in a dead man's cove
and a loom keeps spinnin' where the weave gets wove
it's a black sky formin' on the ridge
it's a woman waitin' standin' on the bridge
it's the price that you pay for walkin' on the ledge
it's everything you do and nothin' that you did

Le Patineur
Composer(s): Étienne Roda-Gil - Julien Clerc
Performer(s): Julien Clerc; Isabelle Boulay



Dans une ville où je passais...
Bien au nord du mois de Juillet
Sur un grand lac, un lac gelé
Un homme en noir glissait, glissait

Il avait un drôle d'habit noir
Qui avait dû faire les grands soirs
De l'Autriche et de la Hongrie
Quand elles étaient réunies

C'était un échassier bizarre
Il ne sort pas de ma mémoire
Sur une jambe et jusqu'au soir
Il glissait là sur son miroir...

Il patinait, il patinait...
Sur une jambe, il patinait

Et puis la nuit est arrivée
Il lui a fallu s'arrêter
Car les enfants devaient rentrer
Le spectacle était terminé

Une belle femme aux cheveux blancs
Est venue vers lui, gentiment
Mettre une canne dans sa main
Et un long manteau sur ses reins

C'était un échassier bizarre
Il ne sort pas de ma mémoire
Sur une jambe et jusqu'au soir
Il glissait là sur son miroir...

Il patinait, il patinait...
Sur une jambe il patinait

Dans une ville où je passais...
Bien au nord du mois de Juillet
Sur un grand lac, un lac gelé
Un homme en noir boîtait, boîtait...

Il patinait, il patinait...
Sur une jambe il patinait

Black Sheep Of The Family
Composer(s): Ronnie James Dio; Steve Hammond
Performer(s): Rainbow



I've got nothing in my head, got a floor for a bed
My future's at the bottom of a teacup
I've got half a pair of shoes and no time to lose
I'm wondering when I'm gonna wise up

So, fortune, shine your light on me and my nose
Cause I need some security
You get a little bad luck and it grows and it grows
I'm the black sheep of the family

I've got half a pound of rice, a beard full of lice
Political retrogression
I've got a pocket full of dust, and eating is a must
If you want to make a good impression

So, fortune shine your light on me and my dog
Cause we need some security
While other folks are living high on the hog
I'm the black sheep of the family

Don't talk to me about society
You got to play by the rules or pay the penalty
Because there's nothing to choose between a handful of blues
Double indemnity

The whole world's wrong and my shadow's getting long
I realize this song don't mean much
I got an ache in my head 
I want to go to bed
Tomorrow I don't have to wake up

So, wisdom shine your light on me and my knees
It's true what they say about familiarity
There's nothing good this way, it's true what they say!
I'm the black sheep of the family

Le Passéiste
Composer(s): Georges Brassens     
Performer(s): Georges Brassens



Tant pis si j'ai l'air infantile
Mais, par ma foi!
Ma phrase d'élection c'est: "Il
Etait une fois"
Et dans les salons où l'on cause
Tant pis si on
Fait le procès de ma morose
Délectation
Sitôt que je perds contenance
Au temps qui court
Lors, j'appelle les souvenances
À mon secours
Ne vous étonnez pas, ma chère
Si vous trouvez
Les vers de jadis et naguère
À mon chevet

Quitte à froisser la marguerite
Faut que je dise
Que tu es ma fleur favorite
Myosotis
Si les neiges d'antan sont belles
C'est qu' les troupeaux
De bovins posent plus sur elles
Leurs gros sabots
Au royaume des vieilles lunes
Que Copernic
M'excuse, pas d'ombre importune
Pas de spoutnik!
Le feu des étoiles éteintes
M'éclaire encore
Et j'entends l'Angélus qui tinte
Aux clochers morts

Que les ans rongent mes grimoires
Ça ne fait rien
Mais qu'ils épargnent ma mémoire
Mon plus cher bien!
Que Dieu me frappe d'aphasie
D'influenza
Mais qu'il m'évite l'amnésie
Tout, mais pas ça!
Tant pis si j'ai l'air infantile
Mais, par ma foi!
Ma phrase d'élection c'est: "Il
Était une fois"
Tant pis si j'ai l'air infantile
Mais, par ma foi!
Ma phrase d'élection c'est: "Il
Était une fois"

Black Sheep
Composer(s): Robert Altman; Daniel Darst
Performer(s): John Anderson



My daddy was a breakman on a high ball traveling train
And mama she raised four little children
and our family had a good name
And papa and mama wanted all for us they never had
Big brother, little brother, sister too
No they didn't turn out half bad, 'cept meeeeee

I'm the black sheep of the family

Big brother went to college and became a doctor man
I guess he makes about a million dollars a year
Off of folks home insurance plans
He's got a big long mercedes bends [sic] and a house overlooking the town
He sits in his jacuzzi and watches the sun go down
And he feels real sorry for me, I'm the black sheep of the family

Chorus:
Yeah, I drive me a big ol' semi-truck
I'm making payments on a two-room shack
My wife she waits on tables and at night she rubs my back
And I tell her what my papa said to my mama
When he got off a high-ball train
Wake me up early, be good to my dog and teach my children to pray.

Little sister married a banker, yeah, and he owns a country club
He bought her a big ol' racing horse and a funny looking little dog
He buys her big rings of diamonds and a brand new Japanese yacht
And they like to get together and talk about all the things they got
But they never mention me, I'm the black sheep of the family

Chorus
I'm saying woman, wake me up early......(rest of chorus)