Lèche-Cocu
Composer(s): Georges Brassens
Performer(s): Georges Brassens



Comme il chouchoutait les maris
Qu'il les couvrait de flatteries
Quand il en pinçait pour leurs femmes
Qu'il avait des cornes au cul
On l'appelait lèche-cocu
Oyez tous son histoire infâme

Si l'mari faisait du bateau
Il lui parlait de tirant d'eau
De voiles, de mâts de misaine
De yacht, de brick et de steamer
Lui, qui souffrait du mal de mer
En passant les ponts de la Seine

Si l'homme était un peu bigot
Lui qui sentait fort le fagot
Criblait le ciel de patenôtres
Communiait à grand fracas
Retirant même en certains cas
L'pain bénit d'la bouche d'un autre

Si l'homme était sergent de ville
En sautoir - mon Dieu, que c'est vil -
Il portait un flic en peluche
Lui qui, sans ménager sa voix
Criait: "Mort aux vaches" autrefois
Même atteint de la coqueluche

Si l'homme était un militant
Il prenait sa carte à l'instant
Pour bien se mettre dans sa manche
Biffant ses propres graffiti
Du vendredi, le samedi
Ceux du samedi, le dimanche

Et si l'homme était dans l'armée
Il entonnait pour le charmer 
"Sambre-et-Meuse" et tout le folklore
Lui, le pacifiste bêlant
Qui fabriquait des cerfs-volants
Avec le drapeau tricolore

Boatman
Composer(s): Livingston Taylor; Maggie Taylor
Performer(s):  James Taylor; Livingston Taylor



Hearts were exploding around us 
As we drifted south down the bay 
The gray up above and gray down below 
Left us with nothing to say

So we drifted along in silence
'Til the tickle of life trickled in
And the rhythm began in the hiss of the sand
We were catching fire again

Chorus:
Oh boatman, I am the river
I am the mountain and the sea 
Oh boatman, taker and giver 
Can you deliver me
I would forever run free

Yeah we finally caught up with legends 
We were walking along side by side 
We worked out a plan
To go out hand in hand
But the long trail just wasn't that wide

The water around us was freezing
We just laughed and threw ourselves in
And although we were old
The sting of that cold
Pumped up the feeling, here it is again

Chorus

Oh I'm a message in a bottle 
Drifting along on a deep blue sea 
Waiting for some foreign shore
Ready for something to be

No longer afraid of falling
We cut the strings to the sky 
We found level ground 
And we put ourselves down
Amazing we all didn¹t die

We took each moment as given
By second by second they came
The ice and the sun and the thundering guns
Good God I was finally sane

Chorus

Lèche-Bottes Blues
Composer(s): Boris Bergman - Pierre Papadiamandis
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell



J'aime les impôts, leur clairvoyance
Leurs multitalents, leur polyvalence
Oh! oui, j'les aime, j'les aime
J'aime, j'aime, j'aime
J'aime les visites des huissiers
Etes-vous sûr de n'avoir rien oublié?
Oh oui j'les aime, j'les aime
J'aime, j'aime, j'aime
J'aime aussi ma maison d'disques
L'attachée de presse, la standardiste
Je les aime, oh oui, je les aime
Sans oublier ma petite Sacem
Qui sait, ô combien, combien je l'aime

J'en rajoute pas, j'en fais pas des tonnes
Mais j'espère surtout que je n'oublie personne
Lèche-bottes blues
Je fais le lèche-bottes blues
Lèche-bottes blues

Je remercie aux césars
Toute l'équipe sans qui je n's'rais pas star
Oh! oui, j'les aime, j'les aime
C'est fou c'que j'aime
J'aime tous les hommes politiques
Ils sont si sincères et si sympathiques
Oh! oui j'les aime j'les aime
J'aime, j'aime, j'aime

J'aime la police et l'armée
Tous ces beaux garçons si bien habillés
Je les aime, oh, oui, j'les aime
J'aime, j'aime, j'aime
Vive le show-biz et la charité
Il n'y a que la Six qu'on n'a pas pu sauver

Oh, à la prochaine libération
Je serai tondu, mais j'demand'rai pardon

À force de lécher
Ma langue est râpée
Mais j'aime le lèche-bottes blues

Boat To Sail
Performer(s): The Carpenters



You're up state, up late, and city fed
I'm a California label
From the top of my head
Forever, ah
See a lot of open sky
When the sun goes down
There's a hot, lot of loving when you come
Around, to free me, ah
In a boat to sail, boat to sail, away ah
All those letters mailed from a
Boat to sail, away ah
We are riding in a boat to sail 
Bare foot, coconut and supermild
Jamaica take a look
At your own child
Forget not
Brian Wilson songs are never left behind
Don't you worry baby, you're a friend of mine
For so long
From a boat to sail, boat to sail, away ah
All those letters mailed, from a
Boat to sail, away ah
We are riding in a boat to sail
We are riding in a boat to sail

Swingin' Shepherd Blues
Composer(s): Moe Koffman - Kenny Jacobson - Rhoda Roberts
Performer(s): Ella Fotzgerald
and multiple other artists



Along a mountain pass
There is a patch of grass
Where the swingin' shepherd plays his tune'
His sheep never stray
Dancing all day
Till they see the pale and yellow moon
And then he leads his flock
and homeward they all rock
To the tune of the swingin' shepherd blues

Wail on shepherd
Play those haunting trills
Come home sheopherd
Let it ech through the hills!

Boat On The River
Composer(s): Tommy Shaw
Performer(s): Styx; Jeff Krebs



Take me back to my boat on the river
I need to go down, I need to come down
Take me back to my boat on the river
And I won't cry out any more
Time stands still as I gaze In her waters
She eases me down, touching me gently
With the waters that flow past my boat on the river
So I don't cry out anymore

Oh the river is wide
The river it touches my life like the waves on the sand
And all roads lead to Tranquillity Base
Where the frown on my face disappears
Take me down to my boat on the river
And I won't cry out anymore

Oh the river is deep
The river it touches my life like the waves on the sand
And all roads lead to Tranquillity Base
Where the frown on my face disappears
Take me down to my boat on the river
I need to go down, with you let me go down
Take me back to my boat on the river
And I won't cry out anymore
And I won't cry out anymore
And I won't cry out anymore

Swing Me A Lullaby
Composer(s): Don Raye - Hughie Prince - Tom Waring
Performer(s): Connee Boswell; Louis Prima; Wingy Manone



"Rockabye my baby", my momma sings to me
"In a treetop, going sleepy bye"
But I'd rather have a hot band to rock my cradle
And swing me a lullaby!

"Bye bye baby buddy" is such a silly song
And I know the bogeyman's a lie!
I know a better way to sleep
Than just by countin' sheep
Oh, swing me a lullaby!

"Little fishy in the brook
Poppa catch 'im by the hook"
Puts me to sleep quick enough
But for my lullaby
Give me a "Hi-de-hi!"
and stuff!

Oh, guess my mom will always sing me lullabies
But I wish she'd really learn to try
Instead of "Mighty lak' a rose"
Sing me "Honeysuckle rose"
And swing me a lullaby!

Guess my mom will always sing me lullabies
But I wish she'd really learn to try
Instead of "Mighty lak' a rose"
Sing me "Honeysuckle rose"
And swing
Oh momma, swing me a lullaby!

Boat Drinks
Composer(s): Jimmy Buffett
Performer(s): Jimmy Buffett



Boat drinks 
Boys in the band ordered boat drinks 
Visitors scored on the home rink 
Everything seems to be wrong 

Lately, newspaper mentioned cheap air fare 
I gotta to fly to Saint Somewhere 
I'm close to bodily harm 

Twenty degrees and the hockey game's on 
Nobody cares they are way too far gone 
Screamin' "boat drinks", something to keep 'em all warm 

This mornin', I shot six holes in my freezer 
I think I got cabin fever 
Somebody sound the alarm 

I'd like to go where the pace of life's slow 
Could you beam me somewhere Mr. Scott? 
Any ol' place here on Earth or in space 
You pick the century and I'll pick the spot 

Oh I know, (I know) 
I should be leaving this climate 
I got a verse but can't rhyme it 
I gotta go where it's warm 

Boat drinks 
Waitress I need two more boat drinks 
Then I'm headin' south 'fore my dream shrinks 

I gotta go where it's warm (I gotta go where it's warm) 
I gotta go where it's warm (I gotta go where it's warm) 
I gotta go where it's warm! 

I gotta go where there ain't any snow 
Where there ain't any blow 
'Cause my fin sinks so low 
I gotta go where it's warm

Sweet Affection
Composer(s): Clyde Otis - John Jennings
Performer(s): Sarah Vaughan



Apples love sunshine, cherries love dew
Angels in heaven know I love you
With sweet affection (sweet affection)
Sweet affection (sweet affection)
But don't expect me to hang my broken heart
On a chestnut tree

Once you loves me (sweet affection)
With sweet affection (sweet affection)
Once your thoughts (sweet affection)
Were all of me! (sweet affection)
But now you've gone (sweet affection)
And found another (sweet affection)
And I'm just (sweet affection)
A memory!

Apples love sunshine, cherries love dew
Angels in heaven know I love you
With sweet affection (sweet affection)
Sweet affection (sweet affection)
But don't expect me to hang my broken heart
On a chestnut tree

Gonna send back (sweet affection)
All those letters (sweet affection)
That you wrote (sweet affection)
With a fickle pen! (sweet affection)
And from now on (sweet affection)
We'll act like strangers (sweet affection)
Or at least (sweet affection)
Till we meet again!

Apples love sunshine, cherries love dew
Angels in heaven know I love you
With sweet affection (sweet affection)
Sweet affection (sweet affection)
But don't expect me to hang my broken heart
On a chestnut tree (sweet affection, sweet affection)

Boa Constrictor
Composer(s): Shel Silverstein
Performer(s): Peter, Paul and Mary
and various other artists



I'm being swallowed by a boa constrictor
I'm being swallowed by a boa constrictor
I'm being swallowed by a boa constrictor
And I don't like it very much!

Oh no, oh no, he swallowed my toe
he swallowed my toe
Oh gee, oh gee, he's up to my knee
he's up to my knee
Oh fiddle, oh fiddle, he's reached my middle
he's reached my middle
Oh heck, oh heck, he's up to my neck
he's up to my neck
Oh dread, oh dread, he swallowed my....
schlirppp!

Leaving Town Blues
Composer(s): Peter Green
Performer(s): Fleetwood Mac
and multiple other artists



Now, when I leave this town
Won't be - back no more
Yes, when I leave this town, mama
Won't be back no more
I've got the blues so bad
Standing 'round my door

Yes, I got the blues so bad
Why won't you let me be
I have the blues so bad, mama
Why won't you let me be
Now, when I go to Chicago
Blues don't you follow me

I'm asking mama, mama
Please don't cry no tears
Yes, I say mama, mama
Please don't cry no tears
Because I'll always love you
Through all my days and years

Bo Weevil
Composer(s): Dave Bartholomew; Fats Domino
Performer(s): Fats Domino
and various other artists



On Saturday night where I was born
Down on the farm
Guitar plinkin' and we started drinkin'
'Til the break of dawn

About 12 o'clock
Everything get hot
Up steps old John
We started clappin
And he started singin'
This sweet little country song

Bo Weevil Bo Weevil
Where've you been all day
Yo mama been lookin'
Had to stop cookin'
Since you went away

Bo Weevil Bo Weevil
Why did you go and stay
You get a lickin'
As sure as I'm seated
On a bale of hay

On Saturday night where I was born
Down on the farm
Guitar plinkin' and we started drinkin'
'Til the break of dawn

About 12 o'clock
Everything get hot
Up steps old John
We started clappin'
And he started singin'
This sweet little country song

Bo Weevil Bo Weevil
Where've you been all day
Yo mama been lookin'
Had to stop cookin'
Since you went away

Bo Weevil Bo Weevil
Why did you go and stay
You get a lickin'
As sure as I'm seated
On a bale of hay

Bo Weevil Bo Weevil
Where've you been all day
Mama been lookin'
Had to stop cookin'
Since you went away

Bo Weevil Bo Weevil
Why'd you go and stay
Mama gonna whip you
As sure as I'm sittin'
On this bale of hay

Leaving On A Jet Plane
Composer(s): John Denver
First release by: The Mitchell Trio - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists



All my bags are packed
I'm ready to go
I'm standing here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye

But the dawn is breaking
It's early morn
The taxi's waiting
He's blowing' his horn
Already I'm so lonesome 
I could cry

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go

There are so many times I've let you down
So many times I've played around
I tell you now, they don't mean a thing

Every place I go, I'll think of you
Every song I sing, I'll sing for you
When I come back, I'll wear your wedding ring

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go

Now the time has come to leave you
One more time 
Let me kiss you
Then close your eyes
I'll be on my way

Dream about the days to come
When I won't have to leave alone
About the times, I won't have to say

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go

Bo Diddley
Composer(s): Ellas McDaniel
Originally performed by: Bo Diddley
Covered by various other artists



Bo Diddley bought his baby a diamond ring
but that diamond ring don't shine
so he better take it to a private eye
if that private eye can't see
he better not take that ring from me

Bo Diddley bought him a nanny goat
to make his pretty baby a Sunday coat
Bo Diddley caught him a bear cat
to make his pretty baby a Sunday hat

Mojo, mojo and black cat bone
took Bo Diddley away from home
Mother ask mojo, where you been
up to Bo Diddley's house and back again
Bo Diddley, Bo Diddley, have you heard
my pretty baby said she wasn't 'fer' it

Leaving Nancy
Composer(s): Eric Bogle
Performer(s): Eric Bogle
and multiple other artists



In comes the train and the whole platform shakes
It stops with a shudder and a screaming of brakes
The parting has come and my weary soul aches
I'm leaving my Nancy-O

And you stand there so calmly, determinedly gay
You talk of the weather and events of the day
But your eyes tell me all that your tongue doesn't say 
Goodbye my Nancy-O

And come a little closer
Put your head upon my shoulder
And let me hold you one last time
Before the whistle blows

My suitcase is lifted and stowed on the train
A thousand regrets whirl around in my brain
The ache in my heart is a black sea of pain
I'm leaving my Nancy-O

But you stand there beside me so lovely to see
But the grip of your hand is an unspoken plea 
You're not fooling yourself and you're not fooling me
Goodbye my Nancy-O

And come a little closer
Put your head upon my shoulder
And let me hold you one last time
Before the whistle blows

But our time has run out and the whistle has blown
So here I must leave you standing alone
We had so little time and now the time's gone
Goodbye my Nancy-O

And as the train starts gently to roll
And as I lean out to wave and to call
I see the first tears trickle and fall
Goodbye my Nancy-O

And come a little closer
Put your head upon my shoulder
And let me hold you one last time
Before the whistle blows
And let me hold you one last time
Before the whistle blows

Blus-Blues
Performer(s): Ola Magnell



Hennes blus är gul och hon har blåa jeans
Som hon har köpt på Gul & Blå
Hennes fötter saknar markkontakt
För skorna har en jättehög platå
Och jag undrar vad hon tänker
På sin halta promenad
Hennes tajta brallbak blänker
Men hon verkar inte glad
Hon tycks ha nog av hur hon tar sej ut
Tills hon har tagit sej in till slut

Hennes ögon verkar släckta
Under ögonlock i silvervitt och blått
Hennes blickar riktas framåt
De har inte vikit alls där hon har gått
Om man talar till den damen
Kan man känna sej ganska viss
Om att inte få nått svar men
Hennes ögon åker hiss
Och visst känner man sej tacksam som publik
När man får se ett livs levande lik

Leaving Louisiana In The Broad Daylight
Composer(s): Rodney Crowell - Donivan Cowart
Performer(s): Rodney Crowell
and multiple other artists



Mary took to running with
a travelin' man
Left her momma crying with
her head in her hands
Such a sad case, so
broken hearted
She say momma, I got to go,
I gotta get outta here
I gotta get out of town; I'm
tired of hanging around
I gotta roll on
between the ditches

It's just an ordinary story
'bout the way things go
Round and around nobody
knows, but the highway
Goes on forever, that 'ol
highway rolls on forever
Lord she never would've done
it if she hadn't got drunk

If she hadn't started
running with a travelin man

If she hadn't started
taking those crazy changes
She say daughter, let me tell
you 'bout the travelin kind
Everywhere he's goin' such
a very short time
He'll be long gone before
you know it, he'll be long
Gone before you
know it
She say never have I known
it when it felt so good
Never have I knew it when
I knew I could
Never have I done it when
it looked so right
Leaving Louisiana in the
broad daylight

This is down in the
swampland, anything goes
It's alligator bait and
the bars don't close
It's the real thing
down in Louisiana

Did you ever see a cajun
when he really got mad
When he really got trouble
like a daughter gone bad
It gets real hot down
in Louisiana

The stranger better move it
or he's gonna get killed
He's gonna have to get it
or a shotgun will
It ain't no time for
lengthy speeches
There ain't no time for
lengthy speeches
She say never have I know
it when it felt so good
Never have I knew it when
I knew I could
Never have I done it when
it looked so right
Leaving Louisiana in the
broad daylight
It's just an ordinary story
'bout the way things go
Round and around nobody knows, but
the highway goes on forever
There ain't no way to
stop the water

Blumen Für Die Damen
Composer(s): Joachim Fuchsberger; Heinz Gietz
Performer(s): Nina Hagen



Wenn nachts schon viele schlafen
noch 1000 Lichter glühen
darin muß ich durch die Straßen
und viele Häuser ziehen
Wenn dunkelrote Rosen
auf weißen Tischen stehen
wenn Hände sich liebkosen
dann muß ich weitergehn
Allein!
in dieser großen Stadt
und niemand der mir auch nur einmal Blumen schenkt
Das Glück mich längst vergessen hat
kein Mensch auf der Welt
der in Liebe an mich denkt
ich bin allein!
So zieh ich durch die Straßen
wie lang ich weiß es kaum
und darf ich endlich schlafen
dann sag' ich noch im Traum
Blumen für die Damen!

Leavin' In The Morning 
Composer(s): Barry Manilow - Marty Panzer
Performer(s): Barry Manilow



I tried to tell you there was trouble on the way
I lost the feeling that I once had
But when I held you there was nothing I could say
I couldn't bear to see you hurt so bad

So I'll be leaving in the morning
Wishing that I could stay
And though I'll miss you every morning it's the only way
So I'll be leaving in the morning
But how can I tell you why
I never gave you any warning
And now I don't know how to say goodbye

I tried to tell you there was something that I missed
Something I couldn't ever find with you
But I was blinded by your love each time we kissed
Afraid I'd never find a love so true

So I'll be leaving in the morning
But how can I tell you why
I never gave you any warning
And now I don't know how to say goodbye

I waited too long but now I see
It's no good for you
It's no good for me
You can't see it now
But one day you'll know
I just had to go

So I'll be leaving in the morning
Wishing that I could stay
And though I'll miss you every morning it's the only way
So I'll be leaving in the morning
But how can I tell you why
I never gave you any warning
And now I don't know how to say goodbye 

Blumen Der Liebe
((Adapted from: Try To Remember (Jerry Orbach) - 1960))
Composer(s): Harvey Schmidt - Tom Jones - K. Hertha
Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri - 1992
Versions In Other Languages:
1967 - Au Coeur De Septembre (Nana Mouskouri)
1968 - Era Settembre (Nana Mouskouri)
1977 - Ben Jij Vergeten (Cecile Van Dijck)



Blumen der Liebe hast du mir gegeben
Im Frühling, Sommer und September
Blumen der Liebe verzaubern mein Leben
Im Mai so schön wie im November
Aber ich weiß es gibt Blumen aus Eis
Die so kalt auf dem Fenster blüh'n im Dezember
Schenk mir die Blumen nicht
Schenk mir nur Blumen der Liebe, Liebe
Blumen der Liebe die will ich dir streuen
Auf allen, allen deinen Wegen
Blumen der Liebe die soll'n dich erfreuen
Im Sonnenschein und auch im Regen
Wenn auch die Nelken und Rosen verwelken
Ich bring dir mein liebendes Herz entgegen
Immer blühen darin die Blumen
Die Blumen der Liebe
Blumen der Liebe die blühen oft einsam
Dann gieß ich sie mit meinen Tränen
Aber bald blühen sie wieder gemeinsam
Vorbei ist all mein Leid und Sehnen
Blumen der Liebe ja Blumen der Liebe
Von dir allein können mein Herz verwöhnen
Schenk sie mir schenk mir die Blumen
Die Blumen der Liebe, Liebe
Blumen der Liebe