Lullaby To A Little Jitterbug
Composer(s): Sammy Cahn - Saul Chaplin
Performer(s): The Andrews Sisters



Do-do-do, do-do-do-do
Little jitterbug don’t cry
You’ll be swingin’ by and by
You are just a tiny tot
And until you’ve grown a lot
Your rattle will have to do

Little jitterbug go slow
You’ll be rockin’ ‘fore you know
Daddy won’t be home ‘til dawn
When he left, he took his horn
Someday you will have one too

If you’re like your Pa,
Sonny, you’ll go far
My you’ll look grand
Leadin’ a band
Foolish it may be
But this dream’s on me
And it’s for you
Make it come true

Little jitterbug it’s dawn
Why dream a dream of Daddy’s horn
If you’re good and go to sleep
He will give you one to keep
Little jitterbug go sleep

Sonny, go to sleep
Swing will always keep
When you’re of age
You’ll top the page
Listen to your Ma
‘Cos she taught your Pa
His swing is true
Yours will be too

Little jitterbug it’s dawn, ah-ha-ha
Dream a dream of Daddy’s horn
If you’re good and go to sleep
He will give you one to keep
Little jitterbug, go sleep
Little jitterbug, go sleep

Montana
Composer(s): Ruth Byrd; Harold Weeks



For many a year, from the land I hold dear 
I've wandered unhappy, alone 
and now at the end, I haven't a friend 
and never a place to call home 
but often I see, in dreams dear to me 
that long ago land that I knew 
the Queen of the earth, the land of my birth 
Montana, Montana, it's you

I try to recall and to picture it all 
the wonders I knew as a child 
the sweep of the plain, the gold of the grain 
the ridges brush tangled and wild 
and oft times I try to understand why I bartered the old for the new 
a prodigal son, my wandering done 
Montana, I'm coming to you

Oh I long, how I long for Montana 
and the sweet scent of pine in the air 
where the lark every evening sings melodies rare 
to the sage brush and sweet prickly pear 
Oh I long, how I long for Montana 
when the sinking sun sets all aglow 
in the heart of the Rockies, the land of my dreams
it is there that my heart longs to go

Lullaby Of The Leaves
Composer(s): Bernice Petkere - Joe Young
Performer(s): Ina Hayward 
and multiple other artists



Rustling of the leaves used to be my lullaby
In the sunny South when I was a tot so high
And now that I have grown
And myself alone

Cradle me where Southern skies
Can watch me with a million eyes
Sing me to sleep
Lullaby of the leaves

Cover me with heaven's blue
And let me dream a dream or two
Sing me to sleep
Lullaby of the leaves

I'm breezing along, along with the breeze
I'm hearing a song, a song thru the trees
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
That fine melody caressing the shore
Familiar to me, I've heard it before
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, that's Southland

Don't I feel it in my soul
And don't I know I've reached my goal
Sing me to sleep
Lullaby of the Leaves

Montagne Verdi
Composer(s): Gianni Bella; A. Bella; Giampiero Bigazzi
Performer(s): Marcella Bella



Mi ricordo montagne verdi
e le corse di una bambina
con l'amico mio più sincero
un coniglio dal muso nero
Poi un giorno mi prese il treno
l'erba il prato e quello che era mio
scomparivano piano piano
e piangendo parlai con Dio
Quante volte ho cercato il sole
quante volte ho mangiato sale
la città aveva mille sguardi
io sognavo montagne verdi
Il mio destino è di stare accanto a te
con te vicino più paura non avrò
e un po' bambina tornerò
Mi ricordo montagne verdi
quella sera negli occhi tuoi
quando hai detto s'è fatto tardi
t'accompagno se tu lo vuoi
Quella nebbia le tue parole
la tua storia è la mia storia
poi nel buio senza parlare
ho dormito con te sul cuore
Io ti amo mio grande amore
io ti amo mio primo amore
quante volte ho cercato il sole
quante volte ho cercato il sole
la la la...
Il mio destino è di stare accanto a te
con te vicino più paura non avrò
e un po' più donna io sarò
Montagne verdi nei tuoi occhi rivedrò

Lullaby Of Love 
((French & German Versions: Parle-Moi (Nana Mouskouri); Guten Abend, Gut' Nacht (Nana Mouskouri)) 
Composer(s): Johannes Brahms - L. Butler - B. Sherrill
Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri



Hear the breeze, in the trees
Hear the birds, softly singing
And the song that they sing
Is our lullabye of love

Hear the breeze' sweet refrain
Every raindrop is singing
And the song that they sing
Is a lullabye of love

Forever, and 'ever
Our love will be true
Forever, and 'ever
I'll always love you

Every beat of my heart
Says "I love you,
I love you, I love you"
And the song in my heart
Is a lullabye of love

Forever, and 'ever
Our love will be true
Forever, and 'ever
I'll always love you

Forever, and 'ever
Our love will be true
Forever, and 'ever
I'll always love you

Monster Mash 
Composer(s): Leonard Capizzi; Bobby "Boris" Pickett
Originally performed by: Bobby "Boris" Pickett



I was working in the lab late one night 
When my eyes beheld an eerie sight 
For my monster, from his slab began to rise 
And suddenly, to my surprise 
he did the mash 
He did the monster mash 
the monster mash 
it was a graveyard smash 
he did the mash 
it caught on in a flash 
he did the mash 
He did the monster mash 

From my laboratory in the castle east 
To the master bedroom where the vampires feast 
The ghouls all came from their humble abode 
To get a jolt from my electrode 

They did the mash 
They did the monster mash 
the monster mash 
It was a graveyard smash 
they did the mash 
It caught on in a flash 
they did the mash 
They did the monster mash

The zombies were having fun
the party had just begun 
The guests included Wolfman 
Dracula and his son

The scene was rocking, all were digging the sound 
Igor on chains backed by his baying hounds 
The Coffin Baggers were about to arrive 
With their vocal group, The Cryptkicker Five 

They played the mash 
They played the monster mash 
the monster the mash 
It was a graveyard smash 
they played the mash 
It caught on in a flash 
they played the mash 
They played the monster mash 

Out from his coffin, Drac's voice did ring 
Seems he was troubled by just one thing 
Opened the lid and shook his fist, and said 
"Whatever happened to my Transylvania Twist?" 

It's now the mash 
It's now the monster mash 
the monster mash 
And it's a graveyard smash 
it's now the mash 
It caught on in a flash 
it's now the mash 
It's now the monster mash 

Now everything's cool
Drac's a part of the band 
And my monster mash is the hit of the land 
For you, the living
this mash was meant, too 
When you get to my door 
tell them Boris sent you 

Then you can mash 
Then you can monster mash 
the monster mash 
And do my graveyard smash 
then you can mash 
You'll catch on in a flash 
then you can mash 
Then you can monster mash 

Grrrr... mash.... 
Easy Igor, you impetuous vampire

Lullaby Of Broadway
Composer(s): Harry Warren - Al Dubin
First performance/First recording by: Wini Shaw - 1935/Hal Kemp & His Orch. - 1935
Covered by multiple other artists



Come on along and listen to, the lullaby of Broadway
The hip hooray and ballyhoo, the lullaby of Broadway
The rumble of a subway train, the rattle of the taxis
The daffydils who entertain, at Angelo's and Maxi's
When a Broadway baby says good night, it's early in the morning
Manhattan babies don't sleep tight until the dawn

Good night, baby
Good night, milkman's on his way
Sleep tight, baby
Sleep tight, let's call it a day 
Hey!

Come on along and listen to, the lullaby of Broadway
The hi-dee-hi and boop-a-doo, the lullaby of Broadway
The band begins to go to town, and everyone goes crazy
You rock-a-bye your baby round, 'til everything gets hazy
Hush-a-bye I'll buy you this and that, you hear a daddy saying
And baby goes home to her flat, to sleep all day

Good night, baby
Good night, milkman's on his way
Sleep tight, baby
Sleep tight
Let's call it a day
Listen to the lullaby of old Broadway

Monster 
Composer(s): John Kay; Jerry Edmonton
Performer(s): Steppenwolf



Once the religious, the hunted and weary 
Chasing the promise of freedom and hope 
Came to this country to build a new vision 
Far from the reaches of Kingdom and pope 

Like good Christians some would burn the witches 
Later some got slaves to gather riches 

But still from near and far to seek America 
They came by thousands, to court the wild 
But she just patiently smiled and bore a child 
To be their spirit and guiding light 

And once the ties with the crown had been broken 
Westward in saddle and wagon it went 
And till the railroad linked ocean to ocean 
Many the lives which had come to an end 

While we bullied, stole and bought a homeland 
We began the slaughter of the red man 

But still from near and far to seek America 
They came by thousands to court the wild 
But she just patiently smiled and bore a child 
To be their spirit and guiding light 

The Blue and Grey they stomped it 
They kicked it just like a dog 
And when the war was over 
They stuffed it just like a hog 

And though the past has its share of injustice 
Kind was the spirit in many a way 
But its protectors and friends have been sleeping 
Now it's a monster and will not obey 

The spirit was freedom and justice 
And its keepers seemed generous and kind 
Its leaders were supposed to serve the country 
But now they won't pay it no mind 
'Cause the people grew fat and got lazy 
Now their vote is a meaningless joke 
They babble about law and order 
But it's all just an echo of what they've been told 

Yeah, there's a monster on the loose 
It's got our heads into the noose 
And it just sits there watching 

The cities have turned into jungles 
And corruption is strangling the land 
The police force is watching the people 
And the people just can't understand 
We don't know how to mind our own business 
'Cause the whole world's got to be just like us 
Now we are fighting a war over there 
No matter who's the winner we can't pay the cost 

'Cause there's a monster on the loose 
It's got our heads into the noose 
And it just sits there watching 

America, where are you now 
Don't you care about your sons and daughters 
Don't you know we need you now 
We can't fight alone against the monster 

America, where are you now 
Don't you care about your sons and daughters 
Don't you know we need you now 
We can't fight alone against the monster 

America... 
America... 
America... 
America...

Marvin
((Adapted from: Patches (Chairmen of the Board) - 1970))
((French Version: Cash (Eddy Mitchell) - 1971))
Composer(s): Ronald Dunbar - General Johnson - Nando Reis
Performer(s): Titãs - 1984



Meu pai não tinha educação
Ainda me lembro, era um grande coração
Ganhava a vida com muito suor
Mas mesmo assim não podia ser pior

Pouco dinheiro pra poder pagar
Todas as contas e despesas do lar
Mas Deus quis vê-lo no chão
Com as mãos levantadas pro céu
Implorando perdão

Chorei, meu pai disse: "Boa sorte"
Com a mão no meu ombro
Em seu leito de morte
E disse
"Marvin, agora é só você
E não vai adiantar
Chorar vai me fazer sofrer"

Três dias depois de morrer
Meu pai, eu queria saber
Mas não botava nem um pé na escola
Mamãe lembrava disso a toda hora

Todo dia antes do sol sair
Eu trabalhava sem me distrair
As vezes acho que não vai dar pé
Eu queria fugir, mas onde eu estiver
Eu sei muito bem o que ele quis dizer
Meu pai, eu me lembro, não me deixa esquecer
Ele disse
"Marvin, a vida é pra valer
Eu fiz o meu melhor
E o seu destino eu sei de cor"

E então um dia uma forte chuva veio
E acabou com o trabalho de um ano inteiro
E aos treze anos de idade eu sentia
todo o peso do mundo em minhas costas
Eu queria jogar mas perdi a aposta

Trabalhava feito um burro nos campos
Só via carne se roubasse um frango
Meu pai cuidava de toda a família
Sem perceber segui a mesma trilha
Toda noite minha mãe orava
"Deus, era em nome da fome
que eu roubava"

Dez anos passaram, cresceram
meus irmãos
E os anjos levaram minha mãe
pelas mãos
Chorei, meu pai disse: "Boa sorte"
Com a mão no meu ombro
Em seu leito de morte

"Marvin, agora é só você
E não vai adiantar
Chorar vai me fazer sofrer
Marvin, a vida é pra valer
Eu fiz o meu melhor
E o seu destino eu sei de cor"

Monsieur William
Composer(s): Jean-Roger Caussimon; Léo Ferré
Performer(s): Léo Ferré



C'était vraiment un employé modèle Monsieur William
Toujours exact et toujours plein de zèle Monsieur William
Il arriva jusqu'à la quarantaine sans fredaine
Sans le moindre petit drame mais un beau soir du mois d'août
il faisait si beau il faisait si doux
Que Monsieur William s'en alla flâner droit devant lui au hasard et voila!
Monsieur William vous manquez de tenue
qu'alliez-vous faire dans la treizième avenue
Il rencontra une fille bien jeunette Monsieur William
Il lui paya un bouquet de violettes Monsieur William
Il l'entraîna à l'hôtel de la pègre mais un nègre a voulu prendre la femme
Monsieur William.hors de lui, lui a donné des coups de parapluie
Oui mais le nègre dans le noir lui a coupé le cou en deux coups de rasoir
Eh! William vous manquez de tenue mon vieux! 
qu'alliez-vous faire dans la treizième avenue
Il a senti que c'est irrémédiable Monsieur William
Il entendit déjà crier le diable Monsieur William
Aux alentours il n'y avait personne qu'un trombone
Chantant la peine des âmes un aveugle en gémissant
Sans le savoir a marché dans le sang puis dans la nuit a disparu
C'était p't'être le destin qui marchait dans les rues
Monsieur William vous manquez de tenue! 
Vous êtes mort dans la treizième avenue

Nous Sommes Tous Morts À Vingt Ans
((Spanish Version: Todos Moimos A Los Veinte (Dalida))
Composer(s): Serge Balasko - Daniel Faure
Performer(s): Dalida



Nous sommes tous morts à vingt ans
En effeuillant la fleur de l'âge
Pendu à l'arbre du printemps
Dans le plus beau des paysages
La terre tourne pour les enfants
Ceux qui grandissent tant pis pour eux
Il vont grossir le régiment
Des fonctionnaires de l'ennuyeux

Avec des jours qui se ressembles
Des habitudes et des grimaces
Et des migraines des mains qui tremblent
De ride en ride de glace en glace

Nous sommes tous morts à vingt ans
En effeuillant la fleur malade
D'un idéale agonisant
Au printemps d'une barricade
Moi qui déteste tant la guerre
Il m'arrive parfois d'envier
L'enfant mort pour un coin de terre
Sans avoir le temps de crier

Sans voir la tristesse sourire
Sans écouter l'oiseau mentir
Vingt ans c'est pour apprendre à vivre
Le reste pour apprendre à mourir

Nous sommes tous morts à vingt ans
En effeuillant la fleur du rêve
Dans une gare ou sur un banc
Ou le premier amour s'achève

Pourquoi prolonger sa jeunesse
Pourquoi jouer à être encore
L'amour est mort et la tendresse
C'est suicidé de corps en corps

Nous sommes tous des revenants
D'un certain sexe d'un certain âge
Avec des mots pour sentiments
Avec des masques pour visages

Nous sommes tous morts à vingt ans
En effeuillant la fleur de l'âge
Pendu à l'arbre du printemps
Dans le plus beau des paysages

La la la la la la la la
La la li la la la la la la
La la li la la la la la...

Nous sommes tous morts à vingt ans

Lullaby Of Birdland
(French Version: Légende Du Pays Aux Oiseaux "Lola" (Les Blue Stars) - 1955))
Composer(s): George Shearing - George David Weiss
First release by: The George Shearing Quintet - 1952
Covered by multiple other artists



Lullaby of Birdland, that's what I
Always hear, when you sigh
Never in my wordland could there be words to reveal 
In a phrase, how I feel

Have you ever heard two turtle doves 
Bill and coo when they love? 
That's the kind of magic music we get from our lips 
When we kiss 

And there's a weepy old willow 
He really knows how to cry 
That's how I'd cry in my pillow 
If you should tell me farewell and goodbye 

Lullaby of birdland whisper low 
Kiss me sweet, then we'll go 
Flying high in birdland, high in the sky up above 
All because we're in love 

Have you ever heard two turtle doves 
Bill and coo when they love? 
That's the kind of magic music we get from our lips 
When we kiss 

And there's a weepy old willow 
He really knows how to cry 
That's how I'd cry in my pillow 
If you should tell me farewell and goodbye 

Lullaby of birdland, whisper low 
Kiss me sweet, then we'll go 
Flying high in birdland, high in the sky up above 
And it's all because we're in love 

Monsieur Tout-Blanc
Composer(s): Léo Ferré
Performer(s): Léo Ferré



Monsieur Tout-Blanc
Vous enseignez la charité
Bien ordonnée
Dans vos châteaux en Italie
Monsieur Tout-Blanc
La charité, c'est très gentil
Mais qu'est-ce que c'est?
Expliquez-moi

Pendant c'temps-là moi j'vis à Aubervilliers
C'est un p'tit coin perdu au bout d'la misère
Où l'on n'a pas tell'ment d'questions à s'poser
Pour briffer faut bosser mon p'tit père

Monsieur Tout-Blanc
L'oiseau blessé que chaque jour
Vous consommez
Etait d'une race maudite
Monsieur Tout-Blanc
Entre nous dites, rappelez-vous
Y a pas longtemps
Vous vous taisiez

Pendant c'temps-là moi j'vivais à Aubervilliers
Ça n'était pas l'époque à dir' des rosaires
Y avait des tas d'questions qu'il fallait s'poser
Pour durer faut lutter mon p'tit père

Monsieur Tout-Blanc
Si vous partez un beau matin
Les pieds devant
Pour vos châteaux en paradis
Monsieur Tout-Blanc
Le paradis, c'est p't-êt' joli
Priez pour moi
Moi j'ai pas l'temps

Car je vivrai toujours à Aubervilliers
Avec deux bras noués autour d'ma misère
On n'aura plus tell'ment d'questions à s'poser
Dans la vie faut s'aimer mon p'tit père

Monsieur Tout-Blanc
Si j'enseignais la charité
Bien ordonnée
Dans mes châteaux d'Aubervilliers
Monsieur Tout-Blanc
Ça n'est pas vous qu'j'irais trouver
Pour m'indiquer
C'qu'il faut donner

Légende Du Pays Aux Oiseaux "Lola"
((Adapted from: Lullaby Of Birdland (The George Shearing Quintet) - 1952))
Composer(s): George Shearing - George David Weiss - Jean Constantin
Performer(s): Les Blue Stars - 1955



Lola
Ou la légende du pays aux oiseaux

Quand elle s'ennuie dans sa mansarde
Lola vient écouter
Le murmure des fontaines qui bavardent
À travers les prés et les rosées

Elles lui racontent la légende
Du pays aux oiseaux
Et pour mieux l'entendre
Lola se penche à l'ombre des roseaux

C'est l'histoire fabuleuse
Où des oiseaux par milliers
D'une île miraculeuse
S'envolent éparpillés
Dispersés

Et promènent au vent dans le sillage
De leurs ailes voyageuses
Des millions de plumes dans un nuage
De caresses ... de caresses amoureuses

Au pied d'un rocher Lola se couche
Eblouie près de l'eau
Pour entendre encore dans le chant des sources
Le murmure des ruisseaux

[Qui parcourent des plaines et des landes
De palais en châteaux
Pour lui répéter tout bas la légende
Du pays aux oiseaux]

Et sur sa robe éclatante
Dans ce jardin enchanté
Lola s'endort frissonnante
À la fraîcheur d'une allée
Parfumée

Et grisée de l'odeur des fougères
Elle rêve à celui
Qui transformera pour elle les volières
En baisers

Monsieur Saint-Pierre
Composer(s): Henri Contet; Johnny Hess
Performer(s): Edith Piaf



Y a pas à dire, j'aime bien la vie
Et un peu trop les beaux garçons
Moi, j'ai un cœur qui s'multiplie
Et ça m'fait de drôl's d'additions
Et j'arrive pas à avoir honte
J'suis tranquill'ment un fill' de rien
Mais quand faudra rendre des comptes
Je m'demand' si tout s'pass'ra bien
Et ça m'fait peur, car on m'a dit
Qu'on m'prendrait pas au paradis

Ô mon bon monsieur Saint-Pierre
Moi, j'vous cause à ma manière
Vous pouvez m'passer un savon
Et me traiter de tous les noms
Vous pouvez m'fair' perdre mon sac
Celui qu'j'ai volé rue du Bac
Mais retenez ma place au paradis
On m'a tell'ment dit que c'était joli
Regardez-moi bien
Je suis si pauvre
Regardez mes mains
Des mains de pauvre
Et regardez tous mes péchés
Et mon vieux cœur las de tricher
Y a des tas d'noms écrits dessus
C'est pas d'ma faute, ils m'ont tous plu
Ô mon bon monsieur Saint-Pierre
Je n'sais pas fair' de prière
Mais on dit qu'vous êtes si gentil
Ret'nez ma place au paradis

Y a pas à dir', j'aimais la vie
Mais maint'nant ça m'avance à quoi
Me v'là tout' froide et tout' raidie
Entre quatre planches de bois
Vraiment, mon âme n'est pas fière
Devant la porte de cristal
Où j'entrevois derrièr' Saint-Pierre
Une éternité d'idéal
Je n'suis qu'une âm' de rien du tout
Je n'sais mêm' pas me mettre à g'noux

Ô mon bon monsieur Saint-Pierre
Moi j'vous cause à ma manière
Vous pouvez m'enl'ver mes désirs
Me priver de tous mes souv'nirs
Et mêm' me confisquer mon clip
Celui qu'm'a payé l'beau Philippe
Mais donnez-moi ma place au paradis
On m'a tell'ment dit que c'était joli
Regardez-moi bien
Je suis si pauvre
Regardez mes mains
Des mains de pauvre
Et regardez tous mes péchés
Et mon vieux cœur las de tricher
De tous les noms écrits dessus
Y'en a plus qu'un, celui d'Jésus
Ô mon bon monsieur Saint-Pierre
Je n'sais pas fair' de prière
Alors mettons que j'n'ai rien dit
Mais gardez-moi au paradis

Lullaby In Ragtime
Composer(s): Sylvia Fine
First performance/First release by: Danny Kaye & Louis Armstrong - 1959
Covered by multiple other artists



Won't you play the music so the cradle can rock
to a lullaby in ragtime
Sleepy hands are creeping to the end of the clock
play a lullaby in ragtime
You can tell the sandman is on his way
by the way
that they play
As still, as the trill, of a thrush, in a twilight high

So you can hear the
Rhythm of the ripples on the side of the boat

as you sail away to dreamland
High above the moon you hear a silvery note
as the sandman takes your hand
So rock-a-by my baby
don't you cry my baby
sleepy-time is nigh
Won't you rock me to a ragtime lullaby
So rock-a-by my baby

don't you cry my baby
sleepy-time is nigh
Won't you rock me to a ragtime lullaby

Monsieur Lenoble
Composer(s): Michel Emer
Performer(s): Edith Piaf



Monsieur Lenoble est très triste
Depuis que sa femme l'a quitté
Avec un tout jeune artiste
Qu'elle a connu cet été
Et monsieur Lenoble écoute
La mélodie qu'elle aimait
Ces quelques notes, goutte à goutte
L'empoisonnent à jamais
La-la-la...

T'as pas profité de ta chance
Mon ami, mon ami
Tu avais trop de confiance
C'est fini, c'est fini
T'avais une femme merveilleuse
Si jolie, si jolie
T'as pas su la rendre heureuse
T'es tout seul, elle est partie...

Monsieur Lenoble raisonne
Il pense à tout ce qu'il a fait
Ses intentions étaient bonnes
Même s'il n'était pas parfait
Peut-être pas très bon caractère
Il s'emportait pour un rien
Mais au bureau, ses confrères
Le trouvaient un homme très bien
Très bien... très bien... très bien...

T'as pas profité de ta chance
Mon ami, mon ami
Tu avais trop de confiance
C'est fini, c'est fini
T'avais une femme merveilleuse
Si jolie, si jolie
T'as pas su la rendre heureuse
T'es tout seul, elle est partie...

Monsieur Lenoble se mouche
Met sa chemise de nuit
Ouvre le gaz et se couche
Demain, tout sera fini
Et monsieur Lenoble pense
A celle qu'il adorait
Et monsieur Lenoble pense
A celle qu'il adorait...

T'as pas profité de ta chance
Mon ami
Tu avais trop de confiance
C'est fini...
T'avais une femme merveilleuse
Si jolie...
T'as pas su la rendre heureuse
Tu avais trop de confiance...
Trop de confiance... trop de confiance
Confiance... Confiance...

Lullaby And Goodnight
Composer(s): Johannes Brahms
Performer(s): Shaina Noll
and multiple other artists



Lullaby, and good night
With pink roses bedight
With lilies o'erspread
Is my baby's sweet head
Lay you down now, and rest
May your slumber be blessed!
Lay you down now, and rest
May thy slumber be blessed!

Lullaby, and good night
You're your mother's delight
Shining angels beside
My darling abide
Soft and warm is your bed
Close your eyes and rest your head
Soft and warm is your bed
Close your eyes and rest your head

Sleepyhead, close your eyes
Mother's right here beside you
I'll protect you from harm
You will wake in my arms
Guardian angels are near
So sleep on, with no fear
Guardian angels are near
So sleep on, with no fear

Lullaby, and sleep tight
Hush! My darling is sleeping
On his sheets white as cream
With his head full of dreams
When the sky's bright with dawn
He will wake in the morning
When noontide warms the world
He will frolic in the sun

Excusez-Moi Mr. Le Professeur
Composer(s): J.J. Debout; Dumas; Christophe
Performer(s): Christophe



Si mes oreilles sont longues
C'est parce qu'un imbécile
Un jour c'est amusé à leur tirer dessus
Si mes doigts n'ont plus d'ongles
C'est parce qu'un imbécile
Un jour c'est amusé à leur taper dessus

Excusez-moi monsieur le professeur
Si je ne connais pas mes leçons par cœur

Si je me tiens debout
Tout au fond de la classe
C'est parce que j' n'aime pas
Faire les choses à moitié
Si je me tiens debout
Tout au fond de la classe
C'est qu'un autre à ma place
Est toujours le premier

Excusez-moi monsieur le professeur
Si j'ai toujours les idées ailleurs

Si les pages sont blanches
De mes pauvre cahiers
C'est qu'il y a trop de branches
Aux arbres des forêts
Et si j'aime les branches
Si j'aime la forêt
C'est parc' que vous m'avez
Défendu d'y grimper

Excusez-moi monsieur le professeur
Si je connais les oiseaux par cœur

Si quand vous faites l'appel
Je vous répond absent
C'est parc' que j'ai perdu
Votre école et pourtant
je la cherche partout
A travers mille champs
J'ai perdu mon chemin
Je reviendrais demain

Excusez-moi monsieur le professeur
Si je ne sais jamais rien par cœur

Si mes oreilles sont longues
C'est parce qu'un imbécile,
Un jour c'est amusé à leur tirer dessus
Si mes doigts n'ont plus d'ongles
C'est parce qu'un ....

Casey Jones
Composer(s): Eddie Newton - Lawrence Seibert
Performer(s): Spike Jones



You all know Casey was the engineer
but have you heard the story of the bombardier?
Casey Junior was the gentlemen's name
he's the fighting son of Casey and his name was the same
The call to scramble came at half past four
but Casey started out to even up the score
He mounted to the cabin with his orders in his hand
and was set to knock the stuffing out of Tojo land

Casey Jones, he mounted to the cabin
Casey Jones, with his orders in his hand
Casey Jones, he mounted to the cabin
set to knock the stuffing out of Tojo land

In Shangri la they got aboard the plane
the ceiling was high not a sign of rain
They revved up the motors and got set to go
to pay an unexpected visit on Tokyo
In climbed Casey he's the bombardier
Doolittle read the orders and they gave a cheer
For land of baron hanging in the base below
were some mighty pretty calling cards for Tokyo
They flew and they flew across the deep blue sky
with every one among them there do or die
And let me tell you people the feeling was grand
when they sighted up the targets over Tojo land
Now all of the sounds they ever heard that day
the sweetest one of all was "Bombs away!"
They strafed 'em in the harbor and they strafed 'em in the square
Then they headed down for a landing in you know where

Casey Jones, was a working for the nation
Casey Jones, with his orders in his hand
Casey Jones, was a working for the nation
and he sent those mommas to the promised land