Mauvaise Option
Composer(s): Claude Moine; Pierre Papadiamandis
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell



Mauvaise option
Tu n'as pas choisi la bonne solution
T'es perdu t'es planté
Mauvaise option
Retour case départ nouvelle direction
Tu peux tout recommencer
T'as loupé la sortie
De l'autoroute de ta vie
Interdit d'stationner
D's'arrêter sur le bas côté
C'est un labyrinthe miné
Mauvaise option
Pas l'droit à l'erreur t'es plus en action
Faut savoir se r'tirer
Mauvaise option
Va jouer dans la cour de récréation
Laisse les grands s'amuser
Cadre ou bien P.D.G.
Personne ne sera épargné
Les jeunes loups d'la finance
Font pas dans la romance
C'est pas des sœurs d'charité
Si l'téléphone sonne
Faut pas qu'tu t'étonnes
C'est pas pour un jeu
Un sondage pour la télé? 
Non
C'est ta banque préférée
Qui aim'rait te parler
De tes chèques impayés
Ta carte bleue refusée

Mauvaise option
Y a des jours comme ça où rien n'tourne rond
Faut rester couché
Mauvaise option
Faudrait qu'il n'y ait plus que des patrons
Surtout pas d'employés
Il faut te réveiller
C'était un rêve t'as cauch'mardé
Prends ton petit déjeuner
Et ouvre ton courrier
Tiens! Une lettre recommandée
Une convocation
Ça n'sent jamais bon
La grande direction souhaiterait te rencontrer
Une augmentation? Ou ta démission?
Tu t'demandes à quelle sauce tu seras mangé
Mauvaise option
Fais-toi beau asperge-toi de sent bon
Tu dois bien présenter
Mauvaise option
Sois à l'heure tiens-toi droit fais impression
Il t'faut dé-stresser
Mauvaise option
Va falloir trouver la bonne solution
Sinon t'es planté
Mauvaise option
Retour case départ
Mauvaise direction

Old Photographs
Performer(s): Janis Ian



Sometimes I feel like we've got

nothing to say anymore
We sit around
and fade into the walls
like old photographs

I guess it happens
as the days and years go by
Something changes
and you don't know why
and you're afraid to ask

Photographs
I don't want to be
just a fading memory
torn in half by time
All we have are pictures of us
and the way loved used to be
between you and me
Old photographs

We used to talk about
mistakes our parents made
We swore we'd never
waste our lives that way
How the tables turn

Are we the same two people
who fell in love
Have we really changed so much
or did we just grow up

Chorus

Matty Groves
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Fairport Convention
and various other artists



A holiday, a holiday, and the first one of the year
Lord Donald's wife came into the church, the gospel for to hear
And when the meeting it was done, she cast her eyes about
And there she saw little Matty Groves, walking in the crowd
"Come home with me, little Matty Groves, come home with me tonight
Come home with me, little Matty Groves, and sleep with me till light"
"Oh, I can't come home, I won't come home and sleep with you tonight
By the rings on your fingers I can tell you are my master's wife"
"But if I am Lord Donald's wife, Lord Donald's not at home
He is out in the far cornfields bringing the yearlings home"

And a servant who was standing by and hearing what was said
He swore Lord Donald he would know before the sun would set
And in his hurry to carry the news, he bent his breast and ran
And when he came to the broad millstream, he took off his shoes and he swam

Little Matty Groves, he lay down and took a little sleep
When he awoke, Lord Donald was standing at his feet
Saying "How do you like my feather bed and how do you like my sheets
How do you like my lady who lies in your arms asleep?"
"Oh, well I like your feather bed and well I like your sheets
But better I like your lady gay who lies in my arms asleep"
"Well, get up, get up," Lord Donald cried, "get up as quick as you can
It'll never be said in fair England that I slew a naked man"
"Oh, I can't get up, I won't get up, I can't get up for my life
For you have two long beaten swords and I not a pocket knife"
"Well it's true I have two beaten swords and they cost me deep in the purse
But you will have the better of them and I will have the worse
And you will strike the very first blow and strike it like a man
I will strike the very next blow and I'll kill you if I can"

So Matty struck the very first blow and he hurt Lord Donald sore
Lord Donald struck the very next blow and Matty struck no more
And then Lord Donald took his wife and he sat her on his knee
Saying "Who do you like the best of us, Matty Groves or me?"
And then up spoke his own dear wife, never heard to speak so free
"I'd rather a kiss from dead Matty's lips than you or your finery"

Lord Donald he jumped up and loudly he did bawl
He struck his wife right through the heart and pinned her against the wall
"A grave, a grave," Lord Donald cried, "to put these lovers in
But bury my lady at the top for she was of noble kin

Old Pal (Why Don't You Answer Me?)
Composer(s): Sam M. Lewis;
Joe Young; M.K. Jerome



Old pal old gal
You left me all alone
Old pal old gal
I'm just a rolling stone
Shadows that come stealing
Thru the weary night
Always find me kneeling
In the candle light

Old pal, old gal
The nights are long and drear
Old pal old gal
Each day seems like a year
No one left to meet me
After all I've toiled 
No one here to greet me
It's an empty world

The long night through I pray to you
Old pal why don't you answer me? 
My arms embrace an empty space
The arms that held you tenderly
If you can hear my pray'r away up there
Old pal why don't you answer me?

Mattinata
Composer(s): Ruggero Leoncavallo
Performer(s): Luciano Pavarotti
and various other artists



L’aurora di bianco vestita
Già l’uscio dischiude al gran sol
Di già con le rosee sue dita
Carezza de’ fiori lo stuol!
Commosso da un fremito arcano
Intorno il creato già par
E tu non ti desti, ed invano
Mi sto qui dolente a cantar

Metti anche tu la veste bianca
E schiudi l’uscio al tuo cantor!
Ove non sei la luce manca
Ove tu sei nasce l’amor

Ove non sei la luce manca
Ove tu sei nasce l’amor

Old Paint
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Linda Ronstadt;
and various other artists



I ride an old paint
I lead an old dam
I'm going to Montana
To throw a houlihan
They feed in the coolies
They water in the draw
Their tails are all matted
Their backs are all raw

Ride around
Ride around real slow
The fiery and the snuffy are raring to go

Old Bill Brown
Had a daughter and a son
One went to Denver
And the other went wrong
His wife she died in a poolroom fight
And still he keeps singing from morning til night

Ride around
Ride around real slow
Well the fiery and the snuffy are raring to go

Well when I die
Take my saddle from the wall
Put it on my pony
And lead him from his stall
Tie my bones to his back
Turn our faces to the west
And we'll ride the prairie
That we like the best

Ride around
Ride around real slow
Well the fiery and the snuffy are raring to go

Ride around
Ride around real slow
Well the fiery and the snuffy are raring to go

Matthew And Son
Composer(s): Cat Stevens
Performer(s): Cat Stevens
and various other artists



Up at eight, you can't be late 
for Matthew & Son, he won't wait

Watch them run down to platform one 
And the eight-thirty train to Matthew & Son

Matthew & Son, the work's never done, there's always something new
The files in your head, you take them to bed, you're never ever through
And they've been working all day, all day, all day! 

There's a five minute break and that's all you take
for a cup of cold coffee and a piece of cake

Matthew & Son, the work's never done, there's always something new
The files in your head, you take them to bed, you're never ever through
And they've been working all day, all day, all day! 

He's got people who've been working for fifty years 
No one asks for more money cuz nobody cares 
Even though they're pretty low and their rent's in arrears 

Matthew & Son, Matthew & Son, Matthew & Son, Matthew & Son
And they've been working all day, all day, all day!

Old New Hampshire
Composer(s): Dr. John F. Holmes; Maurice Hoffmann



With a skill that knows no measure
From the golden store of Fate 
God, in His great love and wisdom 
Made the rugged Granite State
Made the lakes, the fields, the forests
Made the Rivers and the rills
Made the bubbling, crystal fountains 
Of New Hampshire's Granite Hills 

Refrain: 

Old New Hampshire, Old New Hampshire 
Old New Hampshire Grand and Great 
We will sing of Old New Hampshire
Of the dear old Granite State 

Builded he New Hampshire glorious 
From the borders to the sea
And with matchless charm and splendor 
Blessed her for eternity
Hers, the majesty of mountain
Hers, the grandeur of the lake
Hers, the truth as from the hillside 
Whence her crystal waters break 

Refrain

Matt Hyland
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Dubliners
and various other artists



There was a lord who lived in this town
Who had a lovely and handsome daughter
She was courted by a fine young man
Who was a servan to her father
And when her parents came to know
They swore they'd ban him from the island
The maid she swore that heart would break
Had she to part with young Matt Hyland

So straight away to her love she goes
Into his room to awake him
Saying arise my love and go away
This very night you will be taken
I overheard my parents say
Inspite of me they will transport you
So arise my love and go away
I wish to God I'd gone before you

They both sat down up on the bed
Just for the side of one half hour
And not a word by either said
As down their cheeks the tears did shower
She laid her hand up an his breast
Around his neck her arms entwined
Not a duke nor lord nor an earl I'll wed
I'll wait for you my own Matt Hyland

The lord discoursed with her daughter fair
One night alone in her chamber
Saying we'll give you leave for to bring him back
Since there's no one can win your favour
She wrote a letter then in haste
Her heart for him was still repining
They brought him back to the church they went
And made a lord of young Matt Hyland

Old Man Roller
Composer(s): Peter Hesslein; James Hopkins-Harrison
Performer(s): Lucifer's Friend



You had better watch out yeh 
when this cat is around he's motorbike child
he just takes to the road
a riding chicken alone
man I tell you he's wild
With his hair greased back 
he hits the track 
be it town or freeway 
he rides speedway
old man roller just gets going - yeh 
Rock an rollin' giving everything he got 
When he's dancin'he rocks around the clock 
just a rollin' his everything in life is rock'n roll 
rock and rollin' he twists the night away 
got a joke box and rock is all it 
plays just a rollin'he doesn't have a care 
just rock'n roll 
He still lives in the fifties, yeh 
it seems that the times went and left him behind 
everytime he's in town the people gather around 
think he's out of his mind 

He really doesn't give a damn 
what people think of him 
they call him old man roller 
they laugh behind his shoulder 
they call him old man roller 
rock and rollin', rock and rollin'

Matrimony
Composer(s): Gilbert O'Sullivan
Performer(s): Gilbert O'Sullivan;
Dutch Swing College Band; Ray Hamilton



I´ve no wish to hurry you luv
But have you seen the time
It´s quarter to ten and we´re supposed to be there
At nine
I don´t think the registrar
Will be very pleased
When we show up an hour late
Like two frozen peas
Both now facing for the first time
Presently and past
Something that begins with M
And ends in alas
More than not complete disaster
Even from the start
What could it be...
It´s Matrimony
I know how you´ve dreamt about
Being walk down the aisle
But think of the money we´ll save
And you´ll see it´s worthwhile
It won´t please our mums and dads
But they don´t even know
Besides if they did what´s the betting
They wouldn´t even go
You and me are all that matters
Disregard the rest
Trust your soon to be the old man
He knows what is best
Very shortly now there´s going to be
An answer from you
Then one from me
That´s matrimony
I´m truly grateful for the little things in life
That have made me so glad
Every other hour that I spend with you
Is not in the least bit sad
Quite the opposite in fact
And if you don´t believe me
Here´s the proof
Ask me if I and I´ll say "Aye, I do"
Marriage - the joining together of the two people
For better or for worse till death them do part
Olé!

Old Man Mose
Composer(s): Louis Armstrong; Zilner Randolph
Performer(s): Louis Armstrong;
and various other artists



Now one time there lived an old man
With a very crooked nose
He lived inside a log hut
and they called him ol' man Mose
One dark and dreary morning I knocked upon his door
I didn't hear a single sound
so I ain't gonna do it no more

'cos I believe ol' man, I believe ol' man
I believe ol' man, thatol' man Mose is dead
I believe ol' man, I believe ol' man
I believe ol' man, that ol' man Mose is dead

(Now you believe) Mose kicked the bucket
(You believe) Mose kicked the bucket
(You believe) Mose kicked the bucket
(You believe he's dead)

(You believe) Mose kicked the bucket
(You believe) Mose kicked the bucket
(You believe) Mose kicked the bucket
(You believe he's dead)

Now listen here
I went round to the window
And I peeped in through the crack
Inside there was an old man
Laying flat upon his back
I thought that he was sleeping
Head hung to the floor
He didn't make a single move
So I ain't gonna do it no more

'cos I found out ol' man, I found out ol' man
yeah, I found out ol' man, ol' man Mose is dead

('cos you found out) ol' man
(you found out) ol' man
(you found out) ol' man
(you found out he's dead)

(you found out) Mose kicked the bucket
(you found out) Mose kicked the bucket
(you found out) Mose kicked the bucket
(you found out he's dead)


(you found out) Mose kicked the bucket
(you found out) Mose kicked the bucket
(you found out) Mose kickin' up daisies
(you found out he's dead)

Old Man Mose is dead

Matin
Performer(s): Georges Moustaki



Matin de rose et de jasmin
Matin d'amour et de lumière
Matin de miel et de prière
Matin comme tous les matins
Matin de soleil et d'azur
Matin de paix et d'abondance
Matin de musique et de danse
Matin qui guérit les blessures

Matin de l'oiseau et du vent
Matin comme une récompense
Matin de fortune et de chance
Matin qui naît comme un enfant
Matin sur la brume du Jardin
Matin sur la ville endormie
Sur le visage de l'ami
Matin de soie et de satin

Matin de la première nuit
Matin qui réveille la terre
Matin banal et légendaire
Matin de ce bel aujourd'hui
Matin de rose et de jasmin
Matin d'amour et de lumières

Je t'attendais depuis hier
Je t'attendrai jusqu'à demain
{x5}

Old Man Emu
Composer(s): John Williamson
Performer(s): John Williamson; The Wiggles



Let me tell you of an interview with an Old Man Emu
He's got a beak and feathers and things
But the poor old fella ain't got no wings
Aren't you jealous of the wedge-tail eagle?
Oom-ba-da-liddle-da-da-da
"While the eagle's flying round and round
I keep my two feet firmly on the ground
Now, I can't fly, but I'm telling you
I can run the pants of a kangaroo"
Ba-da-da-da-doo-do-doo-doo-da-doo-da-doo-doo
He can't fly, but I'm telling you
He can run the pants of a kangaroo

Well he was the model for the fifty cents
Oom-ba-da-liddle-da-da-da
The designer should have had more sense
Oom-ba-da-liddle-da-da-da
"If you take a look, it'll prove to you
I ran the pants off that kangaroo"
Ba-da-doo-doo-da-doo-doo-doo, doo-da-doo-da-doo-doo
Take a look it'll prove to you
He ran the pants off the kangaroo

You can't loop the loop like a cockatoo
Oom-ba-da-liddle-da-da-da
Swoop and toss like an albatross
Oom-ba-da-liddle-da-da-da
"You silly galah, I'm better by far
Than a white cockatoo or a budgerigar
They squeak and squawk and try to talk
Why me and them's like cheese and chalk"
Ba-da-doo-doo-da-doo-doo-doo, doo-da-doo-da-doo-doo
He can't fly but I'm telling you
He can run the pants off a kangaroo

Well the last time I saw Old Man Emu
Oom-ba-da-liddle-da-da-da
He was chasing a female he knew
Oom-ba-da-liddle-da-da-da
As he shot past I heard him say
"She can't fly, but I'm telling you
She could run the pants off a kangaroo"
Ba-da-doo-doo-da-doo-doo-doo, doo-da-doo-da-doo-doo
She can't fly but I'm telling you
She could run the pants of a kangaroo

Well there is a moral to this ditty
Oom-ba-da-liddle-da-da-da
Thrush can sing but he ain't pretty
Oom-ba-da-liddle-da-da-da
Duck can swim, but he can't sing
Nor can the eagle on the wing
Emu can't fly, but I'm telling you
He can run the pants off a kangaroo

Well the kookaburra laughed and said "It's true"
Oom-ba-da-liddle-da-da-da
"Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-hoo
He can run the pants off a kangaroo
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha"

Matilda, Matilda  
Performer(s): Robert Mitchum



Matilda Matilda

Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela
Five hundred dollars was the cost
It was to buy a cart and horse
Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela

Everybody - Matilda Matilda
Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela
Once again now – Matilda Matilda
Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela

Well, the money was just inside me bed
Stuck in the pillow beneath me head
Don’t you know that
Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela

Everybody - Matilda Matilda
Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela
From the corner - Matilda Matilda
Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela

Well, me friends I’m never gonna love again
All the money gone in vain
Matilda, she grabbed me money and run Venezuela
She’s a grabber!

Matilda Matilda, 
Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela

Once again now
Matilda Matilda
Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela
For the last time
Matilda Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela

Old Man
Composer(s): Neil Young
Performer(s): Neil Young



Old man look at my life
I'm a lot like you were 
Old man look at my life 
I'm a lot like you were 

Old man look at my life 
Twenty four and there's so much more 
Live alone in a paradise 
That makes me think of two

Love lost, such a cost
Give me things that don't get lost
Like a coin that won't get tossed 
Rolling home to you

Old man take a look at my life I'm a lot like you 
I need someone to love me the whole day through 
Ah, one look in my eyes and you can tell that's true

Lullabies, look in your eyes
Run around the same old town 
Doesn't mean that much to me 
To mean that much to you

I've been first and last 
Look at how the time goes past
But I'm all alone at last
Rolling home to you

Old man take a look at my life I'm a lot like you 
I need someone to love me the whole day through 
Ah, one look in my eyes and you can tell that's true

Old man look at my life
I'm a lot like you were
Old man look at my life 
I'm a lot like you were

Matilda Mother
Composer(s): Syd Barrett
Originally performed by: Pink Floyd 
Covered by various other artists



There was a king who ruled the land
His majesty was in command
With silver eyes the scarlet eagle
Showers silver on the people
Oh Mother, tell me more
Why'd'ya have to leave me there
Hanging in my infant air
Waiting?
You only have to read the lines
They're scribbly black and everything shines
Across the stream with wooden shoes
With bells to tell the king the news
A thousand misty riders climb up
Higher once upon a time
Wandering and dreaming
The words have different meaning
Yes they did
For all the time spent in that room
The doll's house, darkness, old perfume
And fairy sories held me high on
Clouds of sunlight floating by
Oh Mother, tell me more
Tell me more
Aaaaaaaah
Aaaaaaaah
Aaaaaaaah

Old King Cole
(Traditional)



Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he
He called for is pipe in the middle of the night 
and he called for his Gunners three

Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners
Merry merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery

Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he
He called for is pipe in the middle of the night 
and he called for his Bombardiers three

Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier
Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners
Merry merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery

Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he
He called for is pipe in the middle of the night 
and he called for his Sergeants three

Move to the right in Threes said the Sergeant
Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier
Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners
Merry merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery

Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he
He called for is pipe in the middle of the night 
and he called for his Sar-Majors three

Charge that man said the Sergeant Major
Move to the right in Threes said the Sergeant
Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier
Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners
Merry merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery

Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he
He called for is pipe in the middle of the night 
and he called for his Subalterns three

I do all the work said the Subaltern
Charge that man said the Sergeant Major
Move to the right in Threes said the Sergeant
Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier
Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners
Merry merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery

Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he
He called for is pipe in the middle of the night 
and he called for his Captains three

When do I get my leave said the Captain
I do all the work said the Subaltern
Charge that man said the Sergeant Major
Move to the right in Threes said the Sergeant
Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier
Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners
Merry merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery

Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he
He called for is pipe in the middle of the night 
and he called for his Majors three

Where have you put my Guns said the Major?
When do I get my leave said the Captain
I do all the work said the Subaltern
Charge that man said the Sergeant Major
Move to the right in Threes said the Sergeant
Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier
Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners
Merry merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery

Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he
He called for is pipe in the middle of the night 
and he called for his Colonels three

Blah, Blah, Blah said the Colonel
Where have you put my Guns said the Major?
When do I get my leave said the Captain
I do all the work said the Subaltern
Charge that man said the Sergeant Major
Move to the right in Threes said the Sergeant
Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier
Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners
Merry merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery

Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he
He called for is pipe in the middle of the night 
and he called for his Padres three

God save our gracious Queen said the Padre
Blah, Blah, Blah said the Colonel
Where have you put my Guns said the Major?
When do I get my leave said the Captain
I do all the work said the Subaltern
Charge that man said the Sergeant Major
Move to the right in Threes said the Sergeant
Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier
Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners
Merry merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery

----------


As performed by Harry Belafonte:



Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
Called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his privates three

"Beer, beer, beer", said the privates
Merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare
With the Fighting Infantry

Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
Called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his corporals three

Hup two said the corporals
Beer, beer, beer said the privates
Merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare
With the Fighting Infantry

Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
Called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his sergeants three

Yeahhhhh, said the sergeants
Hup two said the corporals
Beer, beer, beer said the privates
Merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare
With the Fighting Infantry

Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
Called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl

And he called for his shavetails three

We do all the work said the shavetails
Yeahhhh, said the sergeants
March you dump watch said the corporals
Beer, beer, beer said the privates
Merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare
With the Fighting Infantry

Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
Called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his captains three

Oh don't be late for the dance said the captains
We do all the work, said the shavetails
Yeahhhhh said the sergeants
March to the guardhouse said the corporals
Beer, beer, beer said the privates
Merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare
With the Fighting Infantry

Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
Called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his chaplains three

Oh what a bloody mess, amen amen hallelujah
Oh don't be late for the dance, said the captains
We do all the work, said the shavetails
Yeahhhh said the sergeants
Put it in a bucket said the corporals
Beer, beer, beer said the privates
Merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare
With the Fighting Infantry

Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
Called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his colonels three

Oh what a lovely war, said the colonels
Oh what a bloody mess, amen, amen hallelujah
Oh don't be late for the dance said the captains
We do al the work said the shavetails
Yeahhhhh said the sergeants
March to the end said the corporals
Beer, beer, beer said the privates
Merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare
With the Fighting Infantry

Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
Called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his generals three

Thuh, thuh, Oh come on fellahs, give a fellah break,
Uh what's my next command said the generals
Oh what a lovely war said the colonels
Oh what a bloody mess, amen,
Oh what a bloody mess said the captains
Oh what a bloody mess, said the shavetails
Oh what a bloody mess, said the sergeants
Oh what a bloody mess said the sergeants
Beer, beer, beer said the privates
Merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare
With the Fighting Infantry

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Mathilde
Composer(s): Jacques Brel; Gérard Jouannest
Originally performed by: Jacques Brel
Covered by various other artists



Ma mère voici le temps venu
D'aller prier pour mon salut
Mathilde est revenue
Bougnat tu peux garder ton vin
Ce soir je boirai mon chagrin
Mathilde est revenue
Toi la servante toi la Maria
Vaudrait peut-être mieux changer nos draps
Mathilde est revenue
Mes amis ne me laissez pas
Ce soir je repars au combat
Maudite Mathilde puisque te v'là

Mon cœur mon cœur ne t'emballe pas
Fais comme si tu ne savais pas
Que la Mathilde est revenue
Mon cœur arrête de répéter
Qu'elle est plus belle qu'avant l'été
La Mathilde qui est revenue
Mon cœur arrête de bringuebaler
Souviens-toi qu'elle t'a déchiré
La Mathilde qui est revenue
Mes amis ne me laissez pas
Dites-moi dites-moi qu'il ne faut pas
Maudite Mathilde puisque te v'là

Et vous mes mains restez tranquilles
C'est un chien qui nous revient de la ville
Mathilde est revenue
Et vous mes mains ne frappez pas
Tout ça ne vous regarde pas
Mathilde est revenue
Et vous mes mains ne tremblez plus
Souvenez-vous quand je vous pleurais dessus
Mathilde est revenue
Vous mes mains ne vous ouvrez pas
Vous mes bras ne vous tendez pas
Sacrée Mathilde puisque te v'là

Ma mère arrête tes prières
Ton Jacques retourne en enfer
Mathilde m'est revenue
Bougnat apporte-nous du vin
Celui des noces et des festins
Mathilde m'est revenue
Toi la servante toi la Maria
Va tendre mon grand lit de draps
Mathilde m'est revenue
Amis ne comptez plus sur moi
Je crache au ciel encore une fois
Ma belle Mathilde puisque te v'là te v'là

Old Home Filler-Up 
An' Keep On A-Truckin' Café
Composer(s): Bill Fries; Chip Davis
Performer(s): C.W. McCall



Well interstate eighty we was cuttin' the fog 
Just me an' old Sloan, Old Sloan's my dog 
We had an eighteen wheeler with a ten on the floor an' a stereo, layin' a strip 
Then we spied a sign says eat'n gas now 
We decided to whip in an' pick up some chow 
At the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Café 

(Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' 
Oh the Old Home Filler-up) - A lookin' for Mavis 
(The Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin Café) 

Now we been every place between here an' South Sioux 
An' we've seen us a truck stop waitress or two 
But this gal's built like a burlap bag full of wildcats, she's got it together 
Well she filled my tank, I says thank you honey 
Her name is Mavis, I gave her the money 
Old Sloan just set there a watchin' an' waggin' an whooshin' 

I says you wait in the truck boy 

Well we went inside, she said "what'll it be" 
I says a cup of yer best and a number three 
She come back with an order to go, an' a quart of hot C, and a bone for Sloan 
I said much obliged, old Sloan give a bark 
I left her a buck, an' he left his heart 
At the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Café 

(Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' 
Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' 
Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Café)

Well Saturday night an' we was truckin' along 
Yeah me an' old Sloan was a getting' it on 
I said Sloan, I been a thinkin' on-a getting' up my courage and tonight's the night 
Well I popped the clutch, gave the tranny a spin 
Took the Beebetown ramp, and slid on in 
To the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Café 

(Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' 
Oh the Old Home Filler-up -) It never closes 
(Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Café) 

Well I got me a stool, took a load off my shoes 
Made Mavis an offer that she couldn't refuse 
I says how'd ya like to go for a ride with me an' old Sloan, I just had my truck washed 
She allowed as how it sounded like a whole lotta fun 
But we was gonna have to wait until the dishes was done 
And was it all right with me if she brought along her mother as a chaperone 

I said why not... 

Well we geared that tranny into super low 
And the four of us went to see a picture show 
Yeah I took 'em to the drive in theater over by Pisgah, to see True Grit 
Saw the late late show, old Sloan hit the sack 
And then along about two o'clock I hauled 'em on back 
To the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Café 

(Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' 
Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' 
Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Café) 

Eight stools an' a promise... 

(Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' 
Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' 
Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Café) 

They got 'em a real nice place there