Leader Of The Laundromat
((Adapted from: Leader Of The Pack (by The Shangri-Las) - 1964))
Composer(s): Lee Pockriss - Paul Vance
Performer(s): The Detergents; The Surfaris



Is he really goin' out with `er? I don't know 
Look, here he comes now 
Let's ask `im
Hey, Murray, is it true Betty's wearin' your ring? Uh-huh
Who's that bangin' on the piano? I don't know 
You goin' out with her tonight? You bet yer fur 
By the way, where'd ya meet her?

I met her one day at the Laundromat
She turned around and smiled at me, ya get the picture? Yes, we see
And that's when I fell in love with the Leader Of the Laundromat

My folks were always putting her down (down, down)
Because her laundry came back brown (brown, brown)
I don't care if they think she's bad
I fell in love cuz she looked so sad
I got a date tonight with the Leader Of the Laundromat

Dang it!!

My dad said "Find a laundry that's new" (find a laundry that's new)
How can I tell my baby we're through (tell my baby we're through)
Gotta drive right into town
I don't care if my shirts are brown
I got a date tonight with the Leader Of the Laundromat

Dang it!!

When I finally got there, I told her it was all over between us
I'll never forget the hurt and the funny look in her eye
She grabbed my laundry and ran into the street
Directly into the path of a runaway garbage truck 
I yelled "watch out! watch out! watch out! watch out! watch ou-u-t!"

Dang it!!

I felt so messy standing there (messy standing there)
My daddy's shorts were everywhere (daddy's shorts were everywhere)
Tenderly I kissed her goodbye
Picked up my clothes, they were finally dry
But I won't forget you, oh Leader Of the Laundromat

(oh-oh-oh-oh)
(ooh--ooh—ooh—ooh) 

Who's that bangin' on the piano?
I don't know

Bluebird Island
Composer(s): Hank Snow
Performer(s): Hank Snow



My ship set sail to Bluebird Island
And slowly drifted out to sea
Her silver sails to cross the ocean
My lover's lonely heart set free

Then out across the waves
The bluebirds came one day
Out o'er the silver sea
Your message brought to me
To sail my ship of love along the moonlit bay
And anchor in the harbor of your heart

The trade winds there on Bluebird Island
Soon dried her lonely tears away
The treasure I found broken hearted
Was locked within my heart to stay

Leader Of The Band
Composer(s): Dan Fogelberg
First release by: Dan Fogelberg - 1981
Covered by multiple other artists



An only child alone and wild, a cabinet maker's son 
His hands were meant for different work 
And his heart was known to none
He left his home and went his lone and solitary way
And he gave to me a gift I know I never can repay

A quiet man of music denied a simpler fate
He tried to be a soldier once, but his music wouldn't wait
He earned his love through discipline, a thundering velvet hand
His gentle means of sculpting souls took me years to understand

The leader of the band is tired and his eyes are growing old
But his blood runs through my instrument and his song is in my soul
My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man
I'm just a living legacy to the leader of the band

My brother's lives were different for they heard another call
One went to Chicago and the other to St Paul
And I'm in Colorado when I'm not in some hotel
Living out this life I've chose and come to know so well

I thank you for the music and your stories of the road
I thank you for the freedom when it came my time to go
I thank you for the kindness and the times when you got tough
And papa, I don't think I said I love you near enough

The leader of the band is tired and his eyes are growing old
But his blood runs through my instrument and his song is in my soul
My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man
I'm just a living legacy to the leader of the band
I am a living legacy to the leader of the band

Bluebird
Composer(s): Leon Russell
Originally performed by: Leon Russell
Covered by various other artists



Yeah I'm lost in the night
The icy wind is howling out your name
Desolation lingers like a fog
The fire is growing dimmer in the wind
I'm out in the rain
The moon has gone behind the cloud again
And I can't stand to live another day
Cause my bluebird went away
And I'm locked in this room with my sorrow
No escape no way to get away
And my only connection with tomorrow
Is hoping that you might decide to not stay away
Oh, I'm out on a limb
If I could only find sweet love again
And I can't stand to live another day
Can't find my bluebird anywhere anywhere anywhere
Oh I'm lost in the night
The icy wind is howling out your name
And I can't stand to live another day
Bluebird why did you go away
Bluebird why did you go away
Oh, little bluebird, why did you go away
Won't you tell me

Lead Man Holler
Composer(s): Harry Belafonte 
Performer(s): Harry Belafonte



You hear me calling at the crack of dawn
Jump up brothers come and face the morn
Forget your aching from the day before
'Cause today we're goin' to do that and more

Lead man holler, yo oh ho
All men follow, down you go for a working dollar
Yes he holler yo oh ho, all men follow
Down we go for a working dollar

I want de men, the women and the children too
We got a long day out we got a lot to do
We got to cut up, stack up and load the cane
You better bring a shawl 'cause it look like rain

Lead man holler, yo oh ho
All men follow, down you go for a working dollar
Yes he holler yo oh ho, all men follow
Down we go for a working dollar

Well a working man I am tired and true
I won't ask you nothin' that I wouldn't do
Well you pay today is the same as last
Your work's the same, just a little fast

Lead man holler, yo oh ho
All men follow, down you go for a working dollar
Yes he holler yo oh ho, all men follow
Down we go for a working dollar

Well I'd like to tell you `bout yesterday
You work quite well, I am proud to say
I want ev'ry man to try his will
And make yesterday look like he was standing still

Lead man holler, yo oh ho
All men follow, down you go for a working dollar
Yes he holler yo oh ho, all men follow
Down we go for a working dollar 

Blueberry Pies
Composer(s): Paddy McAloon
Performer(s): Prefab Sprout



Lying is killing the good things in me
Ask me what the time is baby, ask me honey
My eyes shift and slide
Sure there are reasons for acting like this
But reasons are kill kill killing the everything we do
Who said we’d be happy the more that we knew?
Oh don’t come a calling with answer me eyes
All you’ll get my baby are blueberry pies

But your being lovely
And your being good
Only depresses me, knowing how oddly I’m behaving
Hello stranger - (the) stranger I’ve become - I’m an air raid
Leaving both us orphans and four fifths afraid

So if I come begging with take me back eyes
All you have to tell me
All you have to tell me are blueberry, blueberry pies

Voleur De Pervenches
Performer(s): André Bourvil



Le voleur de pervenches
Il est encore en prison
Il a volé deux pervenches
Pour en faire deux chansons
Il a fait la première
Pour le beaux yeux de Sylvie
La deuxième pour sa mère
Les deux femmes de sa vie

Bienheureux le voleur
Quand il vole des fleurs
Pour l'amour et le cœur
La, la, la, la . . . .

Le voleur de pervenches
A le cœur en liberté
Les prisons sans dimanche
N'empêchent pas d'aimer
Et pour sa récompense
Un miracle est arrivé
Car il pleut des pervenches
La prison s'est écrasée

Bienheureux prisonnier
Ton amour t'a payé
D'un printemps tout entier
La, la, la, la . . . .

Le voleur de pervenches
S'est enfuit de sa prison
Il a des fleurs dans les manches
Et l'printemps aux talons
Toutes ces fleurs pour sa mère
Pour Sylvie et ses beaux yeux
Il a fleurit toute la terre
Les printemps sont toujours bleus
La, la, la, la . . . .

Blueberry Hill
Composer(s): Al Lewis - Vincent Rose - Larry Stock
First recording: Sammy Kaye & His Orch. - 1940
Covered by multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1952 - Kirsebærvej (by Gustav Winckler)
1977 - La Colline De Blueberry Hill (by Eddy Mitchell)
1977 - Ejer Bavnehøj (by Bamses Venner)
2007 - Blueberry Hill (by Amaryllis Temmerman)



I found my thrill on Blueberry Hill
On Blueberry Hill where I found you
The moon stood still on Blueberry Hill
And lingered till my dreams came true

The wind in the willow played
Love's sweet melody
But all of those vows we made
Were never to be

Tho' we're apart you're part of me still
For you were my thrill on Blueberry Hill

The wind in the willow played
Love's sweet melody
But all of those vows we made
Were never to be

Tho' we're apart you're part of me still
For you were my thrill on Blueberry Hill

Le Visage De L'amour
Composer(s): Charles Trenet
Performer(s): Charles Trenet; Dalida



Vous êtes mes amis et nous aimons nous voir souvent
Vous êtes mes amis d'aujourd'hui, d'hier et d'avant
Au fil des années pas de fleurs fanées
Et si le temps marche à grands pas vous, vous ne changez pas
Vous avez le visage de l'amour
Vous avez le visage des beaux jours
Du soleil au printemps qui revient tout content
D'apporter à chacun le sourire du destin
Vous avez la fraîcheur des souvenirs
Et le cœur plein de joie et de désir
Car vous êtes la campagne et la ville et le faubourg
Vous avez le visage, vous le vrai visage
Vous avez le visage de l'amour
Pourtant bien d'entre nous n'ont pas toujours été heureux
Pourtant bien d'entre nous n'ont pas eu le ciel toujours bleu
Mais les choses méchantes s'envolent quand on chante
Et les grimaces de la vie ensemble on les oublie
Vous avez le visage de l'amour
Vous avez le visage des beaux jours
Du soleil au printemps qui revient tout content
Dapporter à chacun le sourire du destin
Vous avez la fraîcheur des souvenirs
Et le cœur plein de joie et de désir
Car vous êtes la campagne et la ville et le faubourg
Vous avez le visage, vous le vrai visage
Vous avez le visage de l'amour
"Oui, vous avez le visage de l'amour
C'est curieux comme le visage de l'amour ça ne change jamais
Parce que l'amour hein!
C'est éternel l'amour, c'est beau l'amour
Et puis l'amour c'estfidèle n'est ce pas!"
Vous avez la fraîcheur des souvenirs
Et le cœur plein de joie et de désir
Car vous êtes la campagne et la ville et le faubourg
Vous avez le visage, vous avez le vrai visage
Vous avez le visage de l'amour
De l'amour, de l'amour, de l'amour

Blueberries For Breakfast 
Composer(s): John Phillips
Performer(s): The Mamas & The Papas



Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon
Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon... 
Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon 
Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon... 

Drive you to the airport; wait `til it's time to go
I've checked the weather report; they say it will not snow 
And all the planes can come and go
But I think the ceiling is too low 
So you can't go

Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon
Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon...

[?] New York fire [?]
Burning just a little too bright
Manhattan firefly, never make it through the night
Somehow she came out alright
Through the darkness, see her light shining bright

Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon
Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon...

I'm gonna have to call the cops, if you don't leave me alone
Stop waiting at the bus stop, trying to walk me home
The FBI, the CIA, you know they'll never leave you alone
And I will cut you to the bone

Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon
Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon... 
Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon 
Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon

Le Vingt-Deux Septembre
Composer(s): Georges Brassens 
First release by: Georges Brassens - 1964
Covered by multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1985 - To Anne, September Fifteenth (by Graeme Allwright)
2004 - Il 21 Settembre (by Nanni Svampa)



Un vingt et deux septembre au diable vous partites
Et, depuis, chaque année, à la date susdite
Je mouillais mon mouchoir en souvenir de vous...
Or, nous y revoilà, mais je reste de pierre
Plus une seule larme à me mettre aux paupières 
Le vingt et deux septembre, aujourd'hui, je m'en fous

On ne reverra plus, au temps des feuilles mortes
Cette âme en peine qui me ressemble et qui porte
Le deuil de chaque feuille en souvenir de vous...
Que le brave Prévert et ses escargots veuillent
Bien se passer de moi et pour enterrer les feuilles 
Le vingt-e-deux septembre, aujourd'hui, je m'en fous

Jadis, ouvrant mes bras comme une paire d'ailes
Je montais jusqu'au ciel pour suivre l'hirondelle
Et me rompais les os en souvenir de vous...
Le complexe d'Icare à présent m'abandonne
L'hirondelle en partant ne fera plus l'automne 
Le vingt et deux septembre, aujourd'hui, je m'en fous

Pieusement nous d'un bout de vos dentelles
J'avais, sur ma fenêtre, un bouquet d'immortelles
Que j'arrosais de pleurs en souvenir de vous...
Je m'en vais les offrir au premier mort qui passe
Les regrets éternels à présent me dépassent 
Le vingt et deux septembre, aujourd'hui, je m'en fous

Désormais, le petit bout de cœur qui me reste
Ne traversera plus l'équinoxe funeste
En battant la breloque en souvenir de vous...
Il a craché sa flamme et ses cendres s'éteignent
À peine y pourrait-on rôtir quatre châtaignes 
Le vingt et deux septembre, aujourd'hui, je m'en fous

Et c'est triste de n'être plus triste sans vous

Bluebell
Composer(s): Jerry Livingston; Paul Francis Webster
Performer(s): Mitch Miller; Scott Walker



Don't be blue, my pretty Blue Bell
Don't you fret, although you know that we must part
Don't be blue, my pretty Blue Bell
You will always be the flower of my heart

And all the way to Albuquerque
I'll be feelin' mighty perky
Knowin' that I've got a gal so true

And if you save up all your kisses
I will change your name to Missus
On the day that I come back to you

Wait for me, my pretty Blue Bell
Wait for me, although you know that we must part
Wedding bells, my pretty Blue Bell
Will be ringing for the flower of my heart
Of my heart, of my heart

Oh, don't be blue, my pretty Blue Bell
Oh, don't be blue, blue, Blue Bell
Oh, don't be blue, my pretty Blue Bell
Blue Bell, blue

And all the way to Albuquerque
I'll be feelin' mighty perky
Knowin' that I've got a gal so true

And if you save up on your kisses
I will change your name to Missus
On the day that I come back to you

Wait for me, my pretty Blue Bell
Wait for me, although you know that we must part
Wedding bells, my pretty Blue Bell
Will be ringing for the flower of my heart
Of my heart, of my heart
Flower of my heart

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



Avant de chanter
Ma vie, de fair' des
Harangues
Dans ma gueul' de bois
J'ai tourné sept fois
Ma langue
J'suis issu de gens
Qui étaient pas du genre sobre
On conte que j'eus
La tétée au jus
D'octobre...

Mes parents on dû
M'trouver au pied d'une souche
Et non dans un chou
Comm' ces gens plus ou
Moins louches
En guise de sang
(O noblesse sans Pareille!)
Il coule en mon cœur
La chaude liqueur
D'la treille...

Quand on est un sage, et qu'on a du savoir-boire
On se garde à vue
En cas de soif, une poire
Une poire ou deux
Mais en forme de
Bonbonne
Au ventre replet
Rempli du bon lait
D'l'automne...

Jadis, aux Enfers
Cert's, il a souffert
Tantale
Quand l'eau refusa
D'arroser ses amygdales
Etre assoiffé d'eau
C'est triste, mais faut
Bien dire
Que, l'être de vin
C'est encore vingt
Fois pire...

Hélas! il ne pleut
Jamais du gros bleu
Qui tache
Qu'ell's donnent du vin
J'irai traire enfin
Les vaches
Que vienne le temps
Du vin coulant dans
La Seine!
Les gens, par milliers
Courront y noyer
Leur peine...

Groundhog Rootin' In My Backyard (aka Blue Yodel No. 10)
Composer(s): Jimmie Rodgers
Performer(s): Jimmie Rodgers; Hank Snow



Something about you mama that sure gives me the blues
Something about you mama that sure gives me the blues
It ain't your drop stich stockings it ain't your blue buckle shoes
You know pretty mama I'm bound to love you some
You know pretty mama I'm bound to love you some
'Cause I've done more for you than anybody ever done you know it baby

Got me a pretty mama got me a bulldog too
Got me a pretty mama got me a bulldog too
My pretty mama don't love me but my bulldog do

There's been a groundhog rootin' round my yard at night
There's been a groundhog rootin' round my yard at night
For the way my mama been treatin' me he must be rootin' all right
Lord honey must be rootin' all right
Well I ain't no cheap man don't try to fool no girls
I ain't no cheap man don't try to fool no girls
It's my regular lovin' that gets me by in this world

Le Village Endormi
Composer(s): Yves Duteil
Performer(s): Yves Duteil



Loin, sous la mer des nuages
Est un village endormi
Où sont les gens?
Où sont les gens?
Ils sont partis depuis longtemps
Ici plus rien ne les attend

Dans les maisons chaque pierre
Porte un visage, un prénom
Des pas gravés,
Sur les pavés
Le lourd fardeau du temps posé
Par des fantômes oubliés

Tous les secrets du village
Restent enfermés dans les cœurs
Pourtant ce soir
Sans rien savoir
Je sens revivre autour de moi
Comme une empreinte d'autrefois

Quand la lumière du silence
Prend les couleurs du couchant
Le seul trésor
Qu'on trouve encore
N'est pas toujours celui qu'on croit
Mais l'on est riche au fond de soi

Loin, sous la mer des nuages
Est un village endormi
Où sont les gens?
Où sont les gens?
Ils sont partis depuis longtemps
Ici plus rien ne nous attend...

Blue Wing
Composer(s): Tom Russell
Performer(s): Tom Russell
and various other artists



He had a blue wing tattooed on his shoulder
Well it might have been a blue bird I don't know
But he'd get stone drunk and talk about Alaska
The salmon boats and 45 below

He said he got that blue wing up in Walla Walla
And his cellmate there was Little Willy John
And Willy he was once a great blues singer
And Wing and Willy wrote 'em up a song 
They said...

Chorus:
It's dark in here; can't see the sky
But I look at this blue wing and I close my eyes
And I fly away beyond these walls
Up above the clouds where the rain don't fall
On a poor man's dream

They paroled Blue Wing in August, of 1963
He moved north picking apples to the town of Wenatchee
Then winter finally caught him in a run down trailer park
On the south side of Seattle where the days grow gray and dark

And he drank and he dreamt of visions
when the salmon still ran free
And his fathers' fathers crossed that wild old Bering Sea
And the land belonged to everyone and
there were old songs yet to sing
Now it's narrowed down to a cheap hotel and a tattooed prison wing

Chorus

Well he drank his way to LA, and that's where he died
And no one knew his Christian name and
there was no one there to cry
But I dreamt there was a funeral, a preacher and a cheap pine box
And half way through the service, Blue
Wing began to talk 
He said...

Chorus

Hey hey, On a poor man's dream
Hey hey, On a poor man's dream

Le Vieux Piano
Composer(s): Henri Contet - Claude Léveillée
Performer(s): Edith Piaf; Christine Albert



Un piano est mort
Et celle-là l'aimait...
Quand elle était jeune
et quand elle venait se saoûler l' dedans de pathétique
En se frottant au piano nostalgique
Qu'il était beau, le piano, bon piano, vieux piano des copains
À l'époque des copains
Chez Bianco l'argentier
Vers trois heures du matin
Quand elle buvait son demi d'oubli...
Et seule, maintenant
Elle pense au vivant
De ce vieux piano mort
Elle voit, elle entend
Les messes de ses vingt ans
Tomber d'un accord...
Au bar, quand elle boit
C'est vrai qu'elle revoit
Des mains sur l'ivoire blanc,
Les mains de Bianco,
Des mains qui lui font cadeau
D'un peu du vieux temps
Mais dans son jean
Un fantôme en blue jean
Un deuxième et puis vingt
Qui discutent en copains
D'un bistrot démodé
D'un piano démodé
Elle a crié: "Moi je sais! Moi je sais!"
Elle va raconter
L'histoire enfermée
Dans le vieux piano mort
Et c'est l'aventure
Qui bat la mesure
De plus en plus fort
Au clair de la vie
Les mains des amis
Les yeux des lendemains
La vie devant nous
L'amour, et puis tout
Et tout, et plus rien...
Ils sont tous morts
Au milieu d'un accord
Ils sont morts dans Ravel
Dans un drôle d'arc-en-ciel
Un soldat est entré...
Un soldat est entré...
Un piano est mort, et celle-là l'aimait
Quand elle était jeune
et quand elle venait se saoûler l' dedans de pathétique
En se frottant au piano nostalgique...

Blue Velvet
Dutch Title: Diep In Jouw Ogen
Composer(s): Bernie Wayne; Lee Morris
Originally performed by: Tony Bennett
Covered by various other artists



She wore blue velvet
Bluer than velvet was the night
Softer than satin was the light
From the stars
She wore blue velvet
Bluer than velvet were her eyes
Warmer than May her tender sighs
Love was ours
Ours a love I held tightly
Feeling the rapture grow
Like a flame burning brightly
But when she left, gone was the glow of
Blue velvet
But in my heart there'll always be
Precious and warm, a memory
Through the years
And I still can see blue velvet
Through my tears

Le Vieux Normand
Composer(s): Georges Brassens
Performer(s): Georges Brassens



Depuis que je commence à faire de vieux os
Avide de conseils, souvent un jouvenceau
Me demande la marche à suivre et s'il est bon
D'aller par-ci, par-là, scrupuleux je réponds 

Crosse en l'air ou bien fleur au fusil
C'est à toi d'en décider, choisis!
À toi seul de trancher s'il vaut mieux
Dire "amen" ou "merde à Dieu"

Et le brave petit blâme ma position
M'accuse de danser la valse hésitation
Cet âge exècre l'attitude des Normands
Les seuls à lui parler en fait honnêtement

Crosse en l'air ou bien fleur au fusil
C'est à toi d'en décider, choisis!
À toi seul de trancher s'il vaut mieux
Dire "amen" ou "merde à Dieu"

Facile d'entraîner de jeunes innocents!
Puisqu'il est interdit d'interdire à présent
Lors, en bonne justice, il est déconseillé
De donner des conseils, surtout s'ils sont payés

Crosse en l'air ou bien fleur au fusil
C'est à toi d'en décider, choisis!
À toi seul de trancher s'il vaut mieux
Dire "amen" ou "merde à Dieu"

À gauche, à droite, au centre ou alors à l'écart
Je ne puis t'indiquer où tu dois aller, car
Moi le fil d'Ariane me fait un peu peur
Et je ne m'en sers plus que pour couper le beurre

Crosse en l'air ou bien fleur au fusil
C'est à toi d'en décider, choisis!
À toi seul de trancher s'il vaut mieux
Dire "amen" ou "merde à Dieu"

Quand tous les rois Pétaud crient "Viv' la république"
Que "Mort aux vaches" même est un slogan de flic
Que l'on parle de paix le cul sur des canons
Bienheureux celui qui s'y retrouve, moi non!

Crosse en l'air ou bien fleur au fusil
C'est à toi d'en décider, choisis!
À toi seul de trancher s'il vaut mieux
Dire "amen" ou "merde à Dieu"

La vérité d'ailleurs flotte au gré des saisons
Tout fier dans son sillage, on part, on a raison
Mais au cours du voyage, elle a viré de bord
Elle a changé de cap, on arrive: on a tort

Crosse en l'air ou bien fleur au fusil
C'est à toi d'en décider, choisis!
À toi seul de trancher s'il vaut mieux
Dire "amen" ou "merde à Dieu"

Blue Turning Grey Over You
Composer(s): Andy Razaf; Fats Waller
Originally performed by: Louis Armstrong
Covered by various other artists



What will I do at sundown
What will I do at dawn
What will I do at noontime
Now that I've found you gone?

What will I do for sunshine
With nothing but the rain?
How can I smile
Find life worth while
With a heart that's filled with pain?

My, how I miss
Your tender kiss
And the wonderful things you would do
I run my hands
Thru' sil'vry strands
'Cause I'm blue, turning grey over you

Well, you used to be
So good to me
That's when I was a novelty
Now you have new thrills in view
Found someone new
Left me blue, turning grey over you

I said, how can I smile
Find life worth while
With a heart that's filled with pain?

You used to be
So good to me
That's when I was a novelty
Well, now you have found some new thrills to view
And some new buddy friends and I don't know what to do
Because I'm blue, turning grey over you

Yeh, come on, hit me, daddy, hit me
Let me hear it one time!
Oh yeah

Ba-sa-sa-sa-sa-sa-sa-sa-so-so-so-so
Ba-sa-sa-sa-sa-dootsie-dootise-doo

I just lost myself there, child, ha! Ha! Ha!