The Bells Of Hell



The bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling
For you but not for me
And the little devils how they sing-a-ling-a-ling
For you but not for me
Oh death, where is thy sting-a-ling-a-ling
Oh grave, thy victory?
The bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling
For you but not for me

Canadian Capers (Cuttin' Capers)
Composer(s): Guy Chandler - Bert White - Henry Cohen
Performer(s): Paul Whiteman & His Orch. 
and multiple other artists



I heard you call for an all-star band
It's something new for the music stand
It's on the way, but before we start
A-cuttin' capers around your heart
You're gonna cheer when you hear this band
There's never been a better crew
And when you hear the drummer
Lawdy, how the joint'll hum
A-cuttin' capers just for you

You'll never pick about or pick a quarr'l
With Mister Krupa or with Frankie Carle
You'll never dig a list of bigger names
A-cuttin' capers with Harry James.
With Benny Goodman and his clarinet
And Tommy Dorsey's in it, too
Alvino Rey will star
A walkin' talkin' steel guitar
A-cuttin' capers just for you

Listen to that tenor saxophone
Never heard it played with such a tone
And when you get that lic'rish stick
Out in the woodshed, son
Why it's Papa Benny Goodman
And he's showin' ya quick
How the proper lic'rish stickin's done
(Too-root-dah-roo-ta-doo-doo)
Listen to that fiddle player slap, slap, slap
Boy, he plays it, he really lays it, in your lap, lap, lap
Say, I'll bet before they're through
You'll be cu-u-u-u-u-u-tin' capers, too
(Doo-doo-doo-doo-roo-doo)

(Do-rah-do)

Cuttin' capers 'cause I'm out with you
Nothin' else that I'm about to do
My heart begins to flutter like a dove
I even stutter (Guess it's love)
I'm cuttin' capers so you'll notice me
When we're together, can't you see
I'm only blowin' off
A-talkin' big, a-showin' off
A-cuttin capers 'cause it's true
Dee-dah-dee-dah-ooh-ooh-ooh
Baby, I'm in love (Baby I'm in love)
Baby, I'm in love with (Baby, I'm in love with)
Baby, I'm in love with you!

Faut Pas Faire De La Peine À John
Performer(s): Joe Dassin



Sarcelles a ses marlous, Bercy a ses clochards
Saint-Germain-des-Prés a Big John Le Tatoué
Qui touche sa bille au billard
Il est grand et con comme la Tour Montparnasse
Et un peu plus costaud qu'un percheron
Et dans tous les bars les loubards quand il passe
Laissent la place et l'appellent patron
Precaution, et ils disent:

On casse pas le moral à Zorro
On dit pas merde à Capone
On tire pas le masque à Fantomas
Et faut pas faire de la peine à John

Un jour du fond de sa brousse
Vint un cul-terreux
Qui nous dit je cherche un nommé John
Je suis un as du billard
Mon nom est Jacques Izambar
Mais pour les intimes c'est Tom
Ouais, je cherche un genre de mac
Qui roule sa caisse en Cadillac
Qui ......... à cent sacs
Qui m'a piqué mon flouze
Et j'arrive de Toulouse
Pour lui faire passer le goût de l'arnaque
Et tout le monde lui dit:
Jacques, fais pas le braque

On casse pas le moral à Zorro
On dit pas merde à Capone
On tire pas le masque à Fantomas
Et faut pas faire de la peine à John

Un silence de mort
Dans la salle de billard
Lorsque John a tombé le gilet
Mais après la bagarre
La seule partie du malabar
Qu'a pas saigné
C'était sa plante des pieds
Deux cent cinquante et quelque estafilades
Et deux trois balles par ci par là
Et je vous prie de croire
Qu'on a changé de sérénade
En voyant John les bras en croix
On chantait tous

On casse pas le moral à Zorro
On dit pas merde à Capone
On tire pas le masque à Fantomas
Et faut pas faire de la peine à Tom

Ce qui est pour vous apprendre
Qu'il ne faut jamais arnaquer
Des gens que vous ne connaissez pas
Meme si vous roulez en Cadillac fraise écrasée
Avec des chaussures assorties

On casse pas le moral à Zorro
On dit pas merde à Capone
On tire pas le masque à Fantomas
Et faut pas faire de la peine à Tom

The Bells Of Gethsemani 
Composer(s): Joan Baez - Thomas Merton
Performer(s): Joan Baez



Sweet brother, if I do not sleep 
My eyes are flowers on your tomb 
And if I cannot eat my bread 
My fasts shall live like willows where you died 
If in the heat I find no water for my thirst 
My thirst shall turn to springs for you, poor traveler 

Come, in your labor find a resting place 
And in my sorrows lay your head 
Brother, take my life and bread 
And buy yourself a better bed 
Take my breath and take my death 
Buy yourself a better rest beneath the bells of Gethsemani 

When all the men of war are killed 
And flags have fallen into dust 
Your cross and mine will tell men still 
He died on each for both of us 
That we might become the brothers of God 
And learn to know the Christ of burnt men 
And the children are ringing the bells of Gethsemani 

For in the wreckage of your April Christ lies slain 
He weeps in the ruins of my spring 
The money of whose tears shall fall 
Into your weak and friendless hand 
And buy you back to your own land 
The silence of whose tears shall fall 
Like bells upon your alien tomb 
Hear them and come, they call you home 
And the children are ringing the bells of Gethsemani 

Yes, if they had been there 
They would have taken that crown of thorns from his hair 
And stayed for a while in that place of despair 
Ah, but what do I see, my brother is there 
And he's ringing the bells of Gethsemani

Can’t We Talk It Over?
Composer(s): Ned Washington - Victor Young
Performer(s): Bing Crosby
and multiple other artists



We were so in love the day love started
Who would think that we would soon be parted
I just can’t believe it’s true
I make this appeal to you

Can’t we talk it over,
Let’s talk it over
Before you tell me you’re through
Can’t we sit together
And figure whether
This is the right thing to do

I hate the thought of spending nights all alone
Missing the thrill of nights that we’ve known

Can’t we talk it over
Before it’s over
Before you whisper
Goodbye for ever
Let’s talk it over dear

I hate the thought of spending nights all alone
Missing the thrill of nights that we’ve known

Can’t we talk it over
Before it’s over
Before you whisper
Goodbye for ever
Let’s talk it over dear

Faut Pas Avoir Le Blues
(Adapted from: Singing the Blues - 1956
Composer(s): Melvin Endsley; Claude Moine
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell - 1980
Titles In Other Languages:
1957 - Et Smil Og En Sang
1980 - Ik Zing De Blues



On nous dit qu'c'est la crise
Qu'y a plus moyen d'pétroler
Qu'c'est la fin du monde
Qu'la vieille Europe est coulée
Mais... Faut pas...
Faudrait pas avoir le blues
Mon banquier m'a dit
Que mon unique ami
Est mort aujourd'hui
Adieu mon pauvre crédit
Mais... Faut pas...
Faudrait pas avoir le blues
Planté devant ma télé
J'vois le Tiers-Monde s'écrouler
Dans mon salons, sur ma p'louse
Et faudrait pas avoir le blues
Manquerait plus que tu partes
Pour que la boucle soit bouclée
Un impôt sur l'Amour
Ils vont sûrement y penser
Mais... Faut pas...
Faudrait pas avoir le blues
Je le jure depuis que j'suis né
C'est les mêmes tronches politisées
Qui m'disent "laisse faire j'm'occupe de tout"
Et faudrait
Qu'en plus j'aime le blues
On nous dit qu'c'est la crise
Qu'y a plus moyen d'pétroler
Qu'c'est la fin du monde
Qu'la vieille Europe est coulée
Mais... Faut pas...
Faudrait pas avoir le blues
Faudrait pas...
Faudrait pas avoir le blues
Faudrait pas...
Faudrait pas avoir le blues

The Bells Of Christmas
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Julie Andrews & André Previn



The bells of Christmas are ringing
For Jesus the Saviour is born
And choirs of angels are singing
As the Sun greets a glorious morn'

They ring, how they ring
This glorious Christmas morn'
They sing, how they sing
For Jesus the Saviour is born

The bells of Christmas are ringing
Good Jesus the Saviour is born
And choirs of angels are singing
As the Sun greets a glorious morn'

They sing, how they sing
To tell us that Christ was born
They ring, long may they ring
The bells of Christmas morn'

Can You Tame Wild Wimmen
Composer(s): Andrew B. Sterling - Harry Von Tilzer
Performer(s): Barbelle



When the circus came to town 
Jay Augustus Henpeck Brown bought himself a ticket to the show 
Passed by all the acrobats
all the clowns in funny hats went to see the animals below 
saw a "tamer" put his head into a lion's mouth 
waited till the "tamer man" was through 
shook his hand and said "at taming wild one's you're a bird 
but just one thing I'd like to ask of you"

Jay Augustus Henpeck Brown gave the crowd the up and down 
saw a woman edging t'ward the cage 
there she is he yelled in fright, there she is 
she's wild all right, wilder than a tiger in a rage
Mister "Tamer" man he whispered in a trembling voice 
tell me did you ever have a wife 
you can tame the wildest beast I know 
but listen please, there's only one thing now can save my life

Can you tame wild wimmen? 
Can you tame wild wimmen? 
You made a tiger stand and eat out of your hand 
you made the hippo do the flippo, honest it was grand 
but can you tame wild wimmen 
so they'll always lead a sweet and simple life? 
with a wild ferocious glance that pierced him like a lance 
you made the grizzly bear get up and do the "Hula dance" 
but can you tame wild wimmen? 
if you can please, tame my wife

Faut Faire Avec ...
Composer(s): Claude Lemesle; Gilbert Bécaud
Performer(s): Gilbert Bécaud



Dans le grand silence
La vie commence
Par une larme
Chaque enfant qui naît
C'est un prophète
Faut faire avec...

Il devient debout
L'avenir est lourd
Dans son cartable
Les années d'acné
Les soirs de fête
Faut faire avec...

Et la vie avance
Irresistible, impitoyable
Sans le moindre plan
Le moindre break
Faut faire avec...

Passent, les rêves qui cassent
Qui laissent des traces
Innéfaçables
Ça coûte cher
Les faux pokers
Les vrais échecs
Faut faire avec...

Pour tromper sa peur
On met son cœur derrière un masque
On carnavale son idéal
On se gadget'
Faut faire avec...

Quand la vie prend l'eau
Nos vieux mat'lots
Nous laissent en rade
Quand ils nous plaquent
Pas de come back
Aucun remake
Faut faire avec...

On peut pourtant
Défier le temps
En regardant
La mort en face
Puis sans un cri
Payer le prix des cigarettes
Faut faire avec...

Fou le monde est fou
Et Dieu s'en fout
Vieillard trop sage
Toi mon amour
Ton ventre est lourd
D'un nouveau siècle
Faut faire avec... 
Faut faire avec...

The Bells At My Wedding
Performer(s): Paul Anka



Oh oh the bells
Oh oh the bells
Oh oh the bells
Oh oh the bells

The bells at my wedding will ring with joy
Sending their love to each girl and boy

Oh oh the bells, they will ring for me
Oh oh the bells, they'll ring a sweet song
Just for my bride
Showing my love and the ties that bind
Oh oh the bells, they will ring for me

The church steeple will gather no dust
Or let our hearts grow cold
Oh the church steeple, it will gather no dust
Even when lovers are old

I wanna get married

The bells at my wedding will be heard in the skies
Even the angels will open their eyes
Oh oh the bells, they will ring for me

The bells at my wedding will be heard in the skies
Even the angels will open their eyes
Oh oh the bells, they will ring for me

Oh oh the bells
I know, I know, I wanna hear that ringing
Oh oh the bells
I know, I know, I'd like to hear them ringing
Oh oh the bells...

Can You Stop The Rain
Composer(s): Walter Afanasieff - John Bettis
Performer(s): Peabo Bryson
and multiple other artists



Ooh...ooh...ooh...
Girl

Here's another morning without you
Here's another day, will I get through
Without breaking down
Haven't seen the sun since you've been gone
Like my heart I lost it when you left me
And it can't be found

How can I go on
Baby, I've been living on memories
Of you and me
All the love we made
All those tender nights
And those endless days, they're all here inside

Baby, can you stop the rain from falling
Won't you chase my clouds away
I'd give anything to see the sun again
Only you can stop these tears from falling
I can't face another day
Baby, can you stop
Can you stop the rain, oh, oh

Everywhere I go I hear you there
Following my footsteps like a shadow
Of my broken heart
Sometimes it's a pair of passing eyes
Or it's just the way someone is talking
And there you are

Am I all alone
Don't ever wake up and reach for me
Where I used to be (Used to be)
Is there any chance
I just can't believe you're not lonely too
Just for me and you

Baby, can you stop the rain from falling
Won't you chase my clouds away
I'd give anything to see the sun again
Only you can stop these tears from falling
I can't face another day
Baby, can you stop
Can you stop the rain, oh, oh

If you are here for only one night
Baby, I know you remember
`Cause loving you once wasn't time enough
I know we can make it together, together

Baby, stop the rain
Won't you chase the clouds away
I'd give anything to see the sun again
Only you can stop these tears of mine from falling
I can't face another day
Baby, can you stop
Can you, can you stop the rain

Can you stop the rain, yeah
Oh...oh...oh...
How can I live without you, baby
I've gotta let you go, yeah
Chase my clouds away

Fauché
English & Italian Titles: Busted; Sono Un Fallito
Composer(s): Claude Moine; Eddy Mitchell; Harlan Howard
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell



Mon cœur est triste
Ma vie est vide
Je suis fauché
Tous mes tourments
Proviennent de l'argent
Je suis fauché
J'ai peur de rencontrer plusieurs de mes amis
Aussi je dors le jour ne sortant que la nuit
De peur qu'ils apprennent
Que je suis fini
Je suis fauché

Je vais voir mon frère
Voir ce qu'il peut faire
Pour m'aider
Mais je souris
Car lui aussi
Il est fauché
Oh rien ne va plus
Au jeu j'ai tout perdu
Mais malheureux au jeu
Non pas d'amour heureux
Je voudrais pleurer
Je voudrais crier
Je suis fauché

J'aimerai te voir
Toi mon seul espoir
Pour oublier
Mais je t’envie
Car tu as compris
Je suis fauché
Oh tout est terminé
Le présent, le passé
C'est bien décidé
On m'a laissé tomber
Je prends à témoin
Le ciel si lointain
Pour oublier
Je suis fauché
À sec
Oh fauché
Rien

The Bells
Composer(s):  Rose Marks - Billy Ward
First recording/First release by: The Dominoes - 1952



There are four black horses
With eyes of flaming red
Their rovers are tied with ribbing
All around my baby's head 

The bells are ringing 
And their sail is going to sea 

Yes I know why they're ringing
They ring on for me
Oh yea 

I wish I could see my baby
This can't happen to me
No,...

Baby please forgive me
I know I've caused you pain
I'll place your tears with diamonds
Just to see your face again 

(Repeat) 

Ashes into ashes
Dust to dust
Ashes into ashes

Can You See Me
Composer(s): Jimi Hendricks
First release by: The Jimi Hendrix Experience - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists



Can you see me? 
Begging you on my knees
Wo yeah
Can you see me baby
Baby please don’t leave
Yeah if you can see me doing that
You can see in the future of a thousand years

Can you hear me?
Cryin’ all over town
Yeah babe
Can you hear me baby?
Crying cause you put me down
What’s with ya
If you can hear me doing that
You can hear a frait train coming grom a thousand miles

Ah yeah
Can you hear me?
Singing this song to you
Ah you better hold up your ears
Can you see me baby?
Singing theis song to you
Ah shucks
If you can hear me sing
You better come home like you supposed to do

Can you see me?
Hey hey
I don’t believe you can see me
Wo yeah
Can you hear me baby?
I don’t believe you can
You can’t see me

Fatty Patty
Composer(s): Lee Pickett
Performer(s): Lee Pickett & The Screamers



Thirty-six! Thirty-six! Thirty-six! Wow!

Oh, Fatty Patty, well, I love you
Oh, baby, you know that it's true
Fatty Patty, you're the one
My little-bitty little sugar bun!

Round and firm and fully packed
Five-foot-two and you're really stacked!
Fatty Patty, like to see you bop
You are the biggest gal at the hop!

Oh, Fatty Patty, you're my dream come true
There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do for you
Oh, Fatty Patty, you're the one
My little-bitty little sugar bun!

Round and firm and fully packed
Five-foot-two and you're really stacked!
Fatty Patty, like to see you bop
You are the biggest gal at the hop!

Oh, Fatty Patty, I love you
Oh, baby whale, you know that it's true
Oh, Fatty Patty, you're the one
My little-bitty little sugar bun!

The Beer That I Left On The Bar
Performer(s): Elliot Lawrence & his Orch.



Here's to the beer that I left on the bar
While they were dimming the lights
Here's to the beer and the friends I hold dear
And the songs of good cheer that we sang every night
Here's to the girls that we used to romance
Bless them wherever they are
Here's to the love that I keep dreaming of
In my heart she still shines like a star
And here's to my dreams though some how it seems
They never will get very far
And here is to me, yes I always will be 
Like The Beer That I Left On The Bar

And here's to the grads the same bonny lads
Who gather each year from afar 
And here is to you, here's to you, you and you 
And The Beer That We Left On The Bar

Can You Read My Mind
Composer(s): John Williams - Leslie Bricusse
Performer(s): Margot Kidder
and multiple other artists



Can you read my mind
Do you know what it is you do to me
Don't know who you are
Just a friend from another star

Here I am like a kid at a school
Holding hands with a god, I'm a fool
Will you look at me quivering
Like a little girl shivering
You can see right through me

Can you read my mind
Can you picture the things I'm thinking of
Wondering why you are
All the wonderful things you are

You can fly, you belong to the sky
You and I could belong to each other

If you need a friend,
I'm the one to fly to
If you need to be loved
Here I am, read my mind

Will you look at me quivering
Like a little girl shivering
You can see right through me

If you need a friend
I'm the one to fly to
If you need to be loved
Here I am, read my mind

Read my mind

Lost My Driving Wheel
Composer(s): David Wiffen
First release by: Tom Rush - 1970
Covered by multiple other artists



I just came up on a midnight special, how about that
My car broke down in Texas, stopped dead in her tracks
I just called to tell you that I want you
I want to tell you how I feel

I feel like some old engine
Lost my drivin' wheel

I feel like some old engine
Lost my drivin' wheel

I took my money on a night train north, what a terrible flight
But I made my promise to be there with you on Saturday night
I just called to tell you that I need you
I need to tell you how I feel

I feel like some old engine
Lost my drivin' wheel

You can't say much in a phone call baby, ah you know how it is
But there's one short little thing I've got to say girl, please listen to this
I called to tell you that I love you
I'd love to tell you how I feel

I feel like some old engine
Lost my drivin' wheel

Fatima Brown
Composer(s): Joe McCarthy; Jimmie V. Monaco



In our town lived a girlie named Fatima Brown
She used to dance night and day, light and gay
Oh she certainly was slick, she had the kick
But one day came a sporty actor 'round our way
Hee promised he would marry her
Then he carried her off, the horrid thing 
Now this same Fatima Brown is the rage of New York town
But

Years ago, when Fatima started with her show
She used to dance very mild, she was wild
When she found she didn't go, she was a crow
Bye and bye funny little movements she would try
She found the men admired her and inspired her so, the rest you know
Now she almost shakes the earth, and you get your money's worth
But

Oh, how she changed, she used to dance the butterfly
Gracefully she'd kick so high
Now she dances the seven veils, but six veils must be shy
O o-o! If the home folks knew, why they'll all come sneakin'
Even bring the deacon down to town
She flitters here, she flitters there, flitters almost everywhere
And you have to hold tight to your chair, when you see Fatima Brown

The Bee Song
Composer(s): Kenneth Blain
Performer(s): Arthur Askey



Oh what a glorious thing to be
A healthy grown up busy busy bee
Whiling away
The passing hours
Pinching all the pollen
From the cauliflow'rs
I'd like to be a busy little bee
Being just as busy as a bee can be
Flying round the garden
Brightest ever seen
Taking back the honey
To the dear old queen

Bz bz bz bz, honey bee, honey bee
Bz if you like but don't sting me
Bz bz bz bz, honey bee, honey bee
Bz if you like but don't sting me

Oh what a glorious thing to be
A healthy grown up busy busy bee
Toying with the tulips
Tasting ev'ry type
Building up the honeycomb
That looks like tripe.
I'd like to be a busy little bee
Being just as busy as a bee can be
Flying all around
In the wild hedgerows
Stinging all the cows
Upon the parson's nose

Bz bz bz bz, honey bee, honey bee
Bz if you like but don't sting me
Bz bz bz bz, honey bee, honey bee
Bz if you like but don't sting me

Oh what a glorious thing to be
A healthy grown up busy busy bee
Visiting the picnics
Quite a little tease
Raising little lumps
Upon the maidens' knees
I'd like to be a busy little bee
Being just as busy as a bee can be
Flirting with the butterfly
Strong upon the wing
Whoopee! O death
Where is thy sting?

Bz bz bz bz, honey bee, honey bee
Bz if you like but don't sting me
Bz bz bz bz, honey bee, honey bee
Bz if you like but don't sting me

Oh what a glorious thing to be
A healthy grown up busy busy bee
To be a good bee
One must contrive
For bees in a beehive
Must behive
But maybe I wouldn't be a bee
Bees are all right when alive, you see
But when bees die
You really should see 'em
Pinned on a card
In a dirty museum

Bz bz bz bz, honey bee, honey bee
Bz if you like but don't sting me
Bz bz bz bz, honey bee, honey bee
Bz if you like but don't sting me