Linda
Composer(s): Jack Lawrence - Ann Ronell
Performer(s): Buddy Clark
and multiple other artists



When I go to sleep 
I never count sheep
I count all the charms about Linda

And lately it seems 
in all of my dreams
I walk with my arms about Linda

But what good does it do me for Linda 
doesn't know that I exist? 
Can't help feeling gloomy
think of all the lovin' I've missed

We pass on the street
my heart skips a beat 
I say to myself, "Hello, Linda"

If only she'd smile
I'd stop for a while 
and then I would get to know Linda

But miracles still happen 
and when my lucky star begins to shine
with one lucky break
I'll make Linda mine

Macho Man
Composer(s): Henri Belolo; Jacques Morali;
Peter Whitehead; Victor Willis
Performer(s): Village People



Body, wanna feel my body, body, baby
such a thrill, my body
Body, wanna touch my body, body, baby
it's too much, my body
Body, check it out, my body, body, baby
don't you doubt, my body
Body, talking about my body, body, baby
checking out my body
Listen here
Every man wants to be a macho man
To have the kind of body always in demand
Joggin' in the mornings, go man go
Work up to the hill's top, muscles grow
You can best believe me
He's a macho man
Glad he took you down with anyone you can
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Macho, macho man
I gotta be a macho man
Macho macho man
I gotta be a macho
Macho, macho man
I gotta be a macho man
Macho macho man
I gotta be a macho
Body, my body, body, wanna feel my body
Body, baby, body, body, come and thrill my body
Body, baby, body, body, love to funk, my body
Body, baby, body, body, it's so hot, my body
So hot, yeah my body
Allright
Everyman ought to be a macho, macho man
To live a life of freedom, machos make a stand
Have your own lifestyles and ideals
Access the strip of competence, that's the skill
You can best believe that he's a macho man
He's the special god son in anybody's land
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Macho, macho man
I gotta be a macho man
Macho macho man
I gotta be a macho
Macho, macho man
I gotta be a macho man
Macho macho man
I gotta be a macho
Macho, macho man
I gotta be a macho man
Macho macho man
I gotta be a macho
I gotta be a macho man
I gotta be a mucho mucho, macho macho man
I gotta be a macho

Linda
Composer(s): Charles Tobias - Jo Trent - Peter DeRose
Performer(s): Al Bowlly



Linda, I’m in love with you Linda
Linda, Linda do you love me too
Linda made up my mind to win ya
Linda, Linda here’s what we’ll do

You know that we’ll go riding in the moonlight
Ridin’ on a broken down hack
Ride till we see the lamplight
From the parsons shack
Linda be the sweetness that’s in ya
Linda, Linda you’re gonna be mine

Machins Choses
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg



Avec machine
Moi machin
On s'dit des choses
Des machins
Oh pas grand chose
Des trucs comme ça
Entre Machine
Et moi Machin
C'est autre chose
Ces machins
Ça la rend chose
Tout ça
Ce sont des trucs
Qui n's'expliquent pas
Ces jolies choses
Qu'on s'dit tout bas
Machins trucs choses
Machins trucs très chouettes
Ces choses qu'on s'dit
Machine et moi

Entre Machine
Et moi Machin
Il s'passe des choses
Des machins
C'est quelque chose
Ces machin- là
Comme dit Machin
Comment déjà?
Heu... Y'a des choses
Qu'on n'dit pas
Ou quelque chose
Comme ça

Lincoln Park Pirates
Composer(s): Steve Goodman 
Performer(s): Steve Goodman



The streetlamps are on in Chicago tonight
And lovers a'gazin' at stars
The stores are all closin', and Daley is dozin'
And the fat man is counting the cars ...
And there's more cars than places to put 'em, he says
But I've got room for them all
So 'round 'em up boys, 'cause I want some more toys
In the lot by the grocery store ...

To me, way, hey, tow them away
The Lincoln Park Pirates are we
From Wilmette to Gary, there's nothin' so hairy
And we always collect our fee!
So it's way, hey, tow 'em away
We plunder the streets of your town
Be it Edsel or Chevy, there's no car too heavy
And no one can make us shut down

We break into cars when we gotta
With hammer and pickaxe and saw
And they said this garage had no license
But little care I for the law!
Our drivers are friendly and courteous
Their good manners you always will get
'Cause they all are recent graduates
Of the charm school in Joliet

To me, way, hey, tow them away
The Lincoln Park Pirates are we
From Wilmette to Gary, there's nothin' so hairy
And we always collect our fee!
So it's way, hey, tow 'em away
We plunder the streets of your town
Be it Edsel or Chevy, there's no car too heavy
And no one can make us shut down

And when all the cars are collected
And all of their fenders are ruined
Then I'll tow all the boats in Belmont Harbor
To the Lincoln Park Lagoon
And when I've collected the ransom
And sunk all the ones that won't yield
I'll tow all the planes that are blocking the runways
At Midway, O'Hare, and Meigs Field!

To me, way, hey, tow them away
The Lincoln Park Pirates are we
From Wilmette to Gary, there's nothin' so hairy
And we always collect our fee!
So it's way, hey, tow 'em away
Now citizens, gather around
And I think it's enough, let's call his bluff
Let's throw the bum out of town!

Machine Gun
Composer(s): Jimi Hendrix
Originally performed by: Jimi Hendrix
Covered by various other artists



Jimi:
"Happy new year first of all 
I hope we'll have a million or two million more of them... 
If we can get over this summer, he he he 
Right, I'd like to dedicate this one to the draggin' scene
that's goin' on all the soldiers that are fightin'
in Chicago, Milwaukee and New York... 
Oh yes, and all the soldiers fightin' in Vietnam 
like to do a thing called 'machine gun'"

Machine Gun
Tearing my body all apart

Machine Gun, yeah
Tearing my body all apart

Evil man make me kill ya
Evil man make you kill me
Evil man make me kill you
Even though we’re only families apart

Well I pick up my axe and fight like a bomber
(You know what I mean)
Hey! And your bullets keep knocking me down

Hey, I pick up my axe and fight like a bomber now
Yeah, but you still blast me down to the ground

The same way you shoot me down, baby
You’ll be going just the same
Three times the pain,
and your own self to blame
Hey, Machine Gun

I ain’t afraid of your mess no more, babe
I ain’t afraid no more
After a while, your, your cheap talk don’t even cause me pain,
so let your bullets fly like rain

’Cause I know all the time you’re wrong baby
And you’ll be going just the same
Yeah, Machine Gun
Tearing my family apart
Yeah, yeah, alright
Tearing my family apart

(Don’t you shoot him down)
(He’s ’bout to leave here)
(Don’t you shoot him down)
(He’s got to stay here)
(He ain’t going nowhere)
(He’s been shot down to the ground)
(Oh where he can’t survive, no, no)

Yeah, that’s what we don’t wanna hear anymore, alright?
(No bullets)
At least here, huh huh
(No guns, no bombs)
Huh huh
(No nothin’, just let’s all live and live)
(You know, instead of killin’)

May this be
Love or just
Confusion Born out of frustration wracked feelings
of not being able to make true physical love to the
Universal gypsy Queen
True, free expressed music
Darling guitar please rest 
Amen

L'incendie À Rio
Composer(s): Maurice Tézé - Gérard Gustin
Performer(s): Sacha Distel



En pleine nuit une sirène
Appelle au feu tous les pompiers
Et tout Rio qui se réveille
Voit brûler l'usin' de café
Il n'y a pas de temps à perdre
Sinon tout l'quartier va brûler
Oui mais voilà
Pendant c'temps là à la caserne
On entends les pompiers crier 

Qu'est-c'qu'on a fait des tuyaux?
Des lances et d'la grande échelle
Qu'est-c'qu'on a fait des tuyaux?
Pas d'panique il nous les faut

Mais l'incendie là-bas fait rage
Et le ciel est noir de fumée
Et tous les gens dans les étages
Se dis'nt: "Mais que font les pompiers?"
Il n'y a pas de temps à perdre
Sinon tout l'quartier va brûler
Oui mais voilà
Pendant c'temps là à la caserne
On entends les pompiers crier 

Qu'est-c'qu'on a fait des tuyaux?
Des lances et d'la grande échelle
Qu'est-c'qu'on a fait des tuyaux?
Pas d'panique il nous les faut

Au p'tit matin on le devine
Tout le quartier avait brûlé
Il ne restait que des ruines
Sur des centain's de mètr's carrés!
Quand tout à coup dans le jour blême
On vit accourir un pompier
Qui s'écria : "Je viens d'la part du capitaine
Vous dir' de n'pas vous énerver"

On a r'trouvé les tuyaux
Les lances et la grande échelle
Mais on est en panne d'auto
Et on cherch' la manivelle

La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la

MacArthur Park 
Composer(s): J.L. Webb
Performer(s): Richard Harris



Spring was never waiting for us, girl 
It ran one step ahead 
As we followed in the dance 
Between the parted pages and were pressed 
In love's hot, fevered iron 
Like a striped pair of pants 

MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark 
All the sweet, green icing flowing down 
Someone left the cake out in the rain 
I don't think that I can take it 
'Cause it took so long to bake it 
And I'll never have that recipe again 
Oh, no! 

I recall the yellow cotton dress 
Foaming like a wave 
On the ground around your knees 
The birds, like tender babies in your hands 
And the old men playing checkers by the trees 

MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark 
All the sweet, green icing flowing down 
Someone left the cake out in the rain 
I don't think that I can take it 
'Cause it took so long to bake it 
And I'll never have that recipe again 
Oh, no! 

There will be another song for me 
For I will sing it 
There will be another dream for me 
Someone will bring it 
I will drink the wine while it is warm 
And never let you catch me looking at the sun 
And after all the loves of my life 
After all the loves of my life 
You'll still be the one 

I will take my life into my hands and I will use it 
I will win the worship in their eyes and I will lose it 
I will have the things that I desire 
And my passion flow like rivers through the sky 
And after all the loves of my life 
After all the loves of my life 
I'll be thinking of you 
And wondering why 

MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark 
All the sweet, green icing flowing down 
Someone left the cake out in the rain 
I don't think that I can take it 
'Cause it took so long to bake it 
And I'll never have that recipe again 
Oh, no! 
Oh, no 
No, no 
Oh no!!

L'importante È Finire
((Spanish Version: Qué Imposible (by Mónica Naranjo) - 2000))
Composer(s): Cristiano Malgioglio - Alberto Anelli
First release by: Mina - 1975



Adesso arriva lui apre piano la porta
poi si butta sul letto e poi e poi
ad un tratto io sento afferrarmi le mani
le mie gambe tremare e poi e poi e poi e poi
spegne adagio la luce, la sua bocca sul collo
ha il respiro un po' stanco ho deciso lo mollo
ma non so se poi farlo o lasciarlo soffrire
l'importante finire
adesso volta la faccia questa è l'ultima volta
che lo lascio morire e poi e poi
ha talento da grande lui nel fare l'amore
sa pigliare il mio cuore e poi e poi e poi e poi
ha il volto sconvolto io gli dico ti amo
ricomincia da capo è violento il respiro
io non so se restare o rifarlo morire
l'importante è finire

Macarena
Composer(s): Antonio Romero Monge; Rafael Ruiz
Originally performed by: Los Del Rio
Covered by various other artists



When I dance they call me Macarena 
and the boys they say that I'm buena 
they all want me, they can't have me 
So they all come and dance beside me 
move with me jam with me 
and if your good I take you home with me 
A la tuhuelpa legria macarena 
Que tuhuelce paralla legria cosabuena 
A la tuhuelpa legria macarena 
Eeeh, macarena 
A-Hai 
A-Hai
Now don't you worry 'bout my boy friend 
the boy who's name is Nicorino 
I don't want him, 'cause sent him 
he was no good so I - hahaaaa 
Now, come on, what was I supposed to do? 
He was outta town and his two friends were soooo fine 

Ref. 2x 

Claps Ahai Ahai 
Keys 

Ref. 2x 

Lach 
Come and find me, my name is Macarena 
always at the party
'cause the chicos think I'm buena 
come join me, dance with me 
and all your fellows cat hello with me 

Ref. 5x

Qué Imposible
((Adapted from: L'importante È Finire (by Mina) - 1975
Composer(s): Cristiano Malgioglio - Alberto Anelli - Jose Manuel Navarro
Performer(s): Mónica Naranjo - 2000



Secretos Entre Tú y yo Dejas la puerta
abierta, te sorprendo en mi cama Ya voy, ya voy

Se me escapa tu muslo como un pez en la mano Si
te muerdo en el labio, me voy, me voy, me voy 
Me  voy

Son tus pechos nodrizas que amamantan mis
sueños Tus pezones espías que
recorren mi cuerpo Yo no sé si dejarme Y
empezar a ser libre Qué importante
Qué imposible

[Aah...]

Gacela (gacela) Despierta ya Con un ansia de
bosque una sombra se acerca Ya voy, ya voy

Entre besos furtivos yo me adentro en tu noche Y
en la raya del alba, me voy,
me voy, me voy Me voy

El ombligo de arena, el sendero de fuego Me
conducen jugando hasta el monte de
"Venus" Yo no sé si quererte Y
empezar a ser libre Qué importante
Qué imposible

[Aah...]

Son tus pechos nodrizas que amamantan mis
sueños Tus pezones espías que
recorren mi cuerpo Yo no sé si dejarme Y
empezar a ser libre Qué importante
Qué imposible

Pero qué imposible Qué imposible

Macaco
Composer(s): Paolo Conte
Performer(s): Paolo Conte



Lussureggiava il mare
e il mondo delle donne
nell'aria calda vampeggiava
dove lui passeggiava
anche lei arrivava
e il resto è tutto da chimpanzè....

Lui faceva niente
era un tipo andante
ma lei chissà però
cosa pensava
in un istante opaco
lei gli fa "Macaco"
e il resto è tutto da chimpanzè....

Lussureggiava il mare
e il mondo delle donne
nell'aria insonne vampeggiava
indifferentemente, ineluttabilmente
e il resto è tutto da chimpanzè....

L'important, C'est La Rose
((Danish Version: Bare Gi' Mig En Rose (by Grethe & Jørgen))
Composer(s): Louis Amade - Gilbert Bécaud
First release by: Gilbert Bécaud - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists



Toi qui marches dans le vent
Seul dans la trop grande ville
Avec le cafard tranquille du passant
Toi qu'elle a laissé tomber
Pour courir vers d'autres lunes
Pour courir d'autres fortunes
L'important...

L'important c'est la rose
L'important c'est la rose
L'important c'est la rose
Crois-moi

Toi qui cherches quelque argent
Pour te boucler la semaine
Dans la ville tu promènes ton ballant
Cascadeur, soleil couchant
Tu passes devant les banques
Si tu n'es que saltimbanque
L'important...

L'important c'est la rose
L'important c'est la rose
L'important c'est la rose
Crois-moi

Toi, petit, que tes parents
Ont laissé seul sur la terre
Petit oiseau sans lumière, sans printemps
Dans ta veste de drap blanc
Il fait froid comme en Bohème
T'as le cœur comme en carême
Et pourtant...

L'important c'est la rose
L'important c'est la rose
L'important c'est la rose
Crois-moi

Toi pour qui, donnant-donnant
J'ai chanté ces quelques lignes
Comme pour te faire un signe en passant
Dis à ton tour maintenant
Que la vie n'a d'importance
Que par une fleur qui danse
Sur le temps...

L'important c'est la rose
L'important c'est la rose
L'important c'est la rose
Crois-moi

Bye-Bye Baby (Baby Goodbye)
Composer(s): Bob Crewe; Bob Gaudio
Originally performed by: Frankie Valli & The Four Seasons
Covered by various other artists



If you hate me after what I say
Can't put it off any longer
I just gotta tell you anyway

Bye Bye Baby Goodbye
Bye Bye Baby don't make me cry

Your the one girl in town I'd marry
Girl I'd marry you now if I were free
I wish it could be
I could love you but why begin it
'Cause there ain't any future in it
She's got me and I'm not free
So Bye Bye Baby Baby Goodbye
Bye Bye Baby don't make me cry

Guess I will never know you better
Wish I knew you before I met her
Gee how good you would be for me
Should have told you that I can't linger
There's a weddin' ring on my finger
She's got me and I'm not free
So Bye Bye Baby Baby Goodbye
Bye Bye Baby don't make me cry

L'impasse
Composer(s): Françoise Hardy - Pierre Papadiamondis
Performer(s): Françoise Hardy



Quoi que tu me dises
quoi que tu me fasses
et même si par moment
je sais me mettre à ta place
toutes les choses que je comprends
sont celles qui me cassent
et je ne peux rien vraiment
je suis dans l'impasse
c'est bien un enfer
c'est bien une impasse
chaque fois que je te perds
en allant chercher ta trace
dans tes longs, désespérants
silences de glace
et je ne peux rien vraiment
je suis dans l'impasse
comment sortir de là?
c'est une drôle d'angoisse
d'être dans l'impasse
alors j'aime tomber
au fond d'un Chivas
car je me mets à rêver
que c'est toi qui me ramasses
que tu veux bien me parler
et que tu m'embrasses
pour m'aider à supporter
d'être dans l'impasse
comment sortir de là?
c'est une drôle d'angoisse
d'être dans l'impasse

What Did I Ever See In Him?
Composer(s): Charles Strouse; Lee Adams
Performer(s): Chita Rivera



Rosie:
Eight years, eight years
That's how long I've wasted on him!
That's all, I'm through
Albert dear, to put it sweetly
To hell with you!
What did I ever see in him?
How did I ever get evolved that way?
Now that it's over I can smile and say
What did I ever see in him?
Boy, I was way out on the limb
Now that my feet are on the ground again
Now that my senses have been found again
What did I ever see in him?
Is he tender?
No, he's not!
Is he thoughtful?
No, he's not!
Am I crazy?
What's he's got that I found so damned appealing?
What did he ever do for me?
Well, to be honest he was sometimes nice
But still it wasn't worth that awful price
It was rough from the start
Broken dates, broken nails, broken heart
How did I ever?
Why did I ever?
What did I ever?

Rosie and Kim:
Do we need them? No, we don't!
Do we want them? No, we don't!
Will we leave them? No, we won't!
Tell me what did I say that for?
What did we ever see in them?
How could we ever think that they were nice?
Take it from us we pay an awful price
It was rough from the start
Broken dates, broken nails, broken heart
What did I ever see in him

Limosnero De Amor
Composer(s): Alberto Videz	
Performer(s): Javier Solís 
and multiple other artists



Limosnero de amor me llaman
limosnero de amor yo soy
fuiste muy canalla 
al abandonarme
y tus labios mintieron
cuando a mí me dijeron
sólo soy para ti

Implorando tu amor me dejas
ya no puedo vivir sin ti
te llevaste todo
me dejaste solo
desde entonces me llaman
desde entonces me llaman
limosnero de amor

Te llevaste todo
me dejaste solo
desde entonces me llaman
desde entonces me llaman
limosnero de amor

Rosie
Composer(s): Charles Strouse; Lee Adams
Performer(s): Dick Van Dyke, Janet Leigh, 
Ann-Margret, Bobby Rydell



Albert:
I was never crazy for flowers
I confess that nothing left me colder
I could watch a daisy for hours
And all I'd feel was sev'ral hours older!
Lilacs and lilies, any bloom you please
All what they did was make me shrug or sneeze
But now I love each blossom that I see
For a lovely little rose loves me
Now my life is rosy, when I'm my Rosie
With a girl like Rosie
How could I be blue?
Hand in hand we'll mosey
Me and little Rosie
We will be so cozy
By a fire built for two
Oh! I once heard a poem that goes
"A rose is a rose is a rose"
Well I don't agree
Take it from me
There's one rose sweeter than any that grows!
That's my Rosie,
I'm so glad she chose me
Life is one sweet beautiful song to me
Now my life is rosy (Oh, we'll be happy, I know)
Since I found my Rosie (Off to the preacher we'll go)
With a girl like Rosie (So how could we be blue?)
How could I be blue?

Rosie:
Oh we'll have us a home out west
A nice little split-level nest
And in ev'ry room roses in bloom...

Albert:
But there's on rose sweeter than all of the rest!
Then that's my Rosie

Rosie:
I'm so glad you chose me!

Both:
Life is one sweet beautiful song to me
When love is right then
What can be wrong?
Life is one sweet beautiful song
To me!

L'immensita
Composer(s): Don Backy - Mogol - Detto Mariano
Performer(s): Don Backy
and multiple other artists



Io son sicuro che, per ogni goccia
per ogni goccia che cadrà
un nuovo fiore nascerà
e su quel fiore una farfalla volerà 

Io son sicuro che
in questa grande immensità
qualcuno pensa un poco a me
e non mi scorderà

Sì, io lo so
tutta la vita sempre solo non sarò
e un giorno io saprò
d'essere un piccolo pensiero
nella più grande immensità.....
di quel cielo

Sì, io lo s,
tutta la vita sempre solo non sarò
un giorno troverò
un po' d'amore anche per me
per me che sono nullità
nell'immensità ...

Kids
Composer(s): Charles Strouse; Lee Adams
Performer(s): Paul Lynde, Maureen Stapleton, 
Dick Van Dyke, Bryan Russell



Kids!
I don't know what's wrong with these kids today!
Kids!
Who can understand anything they say?
Kids!
They a disobedient, disrespectful oafs!
Noisy, crazy, dirty, lazy, loafers!
While we're on the subject
Kids!
You can talk and talk till your face is blue!
Kids!
But they still just do what they want to do!
Why can't they be like we were
Perfect in every way?
What's the matter with kids today?
Kids!
I've tried to raise him the best I could
Kids! Kids!
Laughing, singing, dancing, grinning, morons!
And while we're on the subject!
Kids! They are just impossible to control!
Kids! With their awful clothes and their rock an' roll!
Why can't they dance like we did
What's wrong with Sammy Caine?
What's the matter with kids today!