Guitar Man
Composer(s): David Gates
First release by: Bread - 1972
Covered by multiple other artists



Who draws the crowd and plays so loud
Baby it's the guitar man
Who's gonna steal the show, you know
Baby it's the guitar man

He can make you love, he can make you cry
He will bring you down, then he'll get you high
Somethin' keeps him goin', miles and miles a day
To find another place to play

Night after night who treats you right
Baby it's the guitar man
Who's on the radio, you go listen
To the guitar man

Then he comes to town, and you see his face
And you think you might like to take his place
Somethin' keeps him driftin' miles and miles away
Searchin' for the songs to play

Then you listen to the music and you like to sing along
You want to get the meaning out of each and ev'ry song
Then you find yourself a message and some words to call your own
And take them home

He can make you love, he can get you high
He will bring you down, then he'll make you cry
Somethin' keeps him movin', but no one seems to know
What it is that makes him go

Then the lights begin to flicker and the sound is getting dim
The voice begins to falter and the crowds are getting thin
But he never seems to notice he's just got to find
Another place to play
Anyway got to play, anyway 
Got to play

C'est À L'aube
Composer(s): Flavien Monod - Philippe Gérard
Performer(s): Yves Montand



C'est à l'aube
C'est à l'aube
Qu'on achève les blessés
Qu'on réveille les condamnés
Qui ne reviendront jamais
C'est à l'aube
C'est à l'aube
À l'heure triste où le jour point
Qu'on regarde son destin
Dans les yeux
À la croisée des chemins
Les hommes crispent leurs poings
Pour l'adieu
C'est à l'aube
C'est à l'aube
De demain

C'est à l'aube
C'est à l'aube
Que se meurent les amours
Que l'on renie les "toujours"
Quand va se lever le jour
C'est à l'aube
C'est à l'aube
À l'heure triste où le jour point
Qu'on se blottit dans un coin
Malheureux
C'est l'heure où ma main
Cherche vainement ta main
D'homme heureux
C'est à l'aube
C'est à l'aube
De demain

Mais à l'aube
Mais à l'aube
Renaissent tous les espoirs
Et l'amour des grands départs
Vers les mondes de l'espoir
Mais à l'aube
Mais à l'aube
Au matin de nos destins
S'éveillent des lendemains
Merveilleux
Dans la gloire du matin
J'ai le monde dans ma main
Ah! mon Dieu
Car c'est l'aube
Car c'est l'aube
C'est demain!

Forty-Five Minutes From Broadway
Composer(s): George M. Cohan
Performer(s): James Cagney; William Bolcom



The west so they say
Is the home of the jay
And Missouri's the state 
That can grind them

This may all be
But just take it from me
You don't have to go out west to find them

If you want to see the real jay delegation 
The place where the real rubens dwell
Just hop on a train at the grand central station
Get off when they shout "new Rochelle!" 

Only forty-five minutes from Broadway
Think of the changes it brings
For the short time it takes
What a diff'rence it makes 
In the ways of the people and things

Oh! what a fine bunch of rubens
Oh! what a jay atmosphere 
They have whiskers like hay
And imagine Broadway 
Only forty-five minutes from here

When bunco men hear that their game is so near
They'll be swarming here thicker than bees are 
In barnum's best days
Why he never saw jays
That were easier to get to than these are

You tell them old jokes
And they laugh till they sicken
There's giggles and grins here to let
I told them that one about "why does a chicken?"
The rubens are all laughing yet! 

Only forty-five minutes from Broadway
Not a cafe in the town
Oh! the place is a bird
No one here ever heard
Of Delmonico, rector or browne

With a ten dollar bill you're a spendthrift
If you open a bottle of beer
You're a sport
So they say
And imagine Broadway
Only forty-five minutes from here

The Green Manalishi (With the Two-Prong Crown)
Composer(s): Peter Green
First release by: Fleetwood Mac - 1970
Covered by multiple other artists



Now, when the day goes to sleep and the full moon looks
The night is so black that the darkness cooks
Don't you come creepin' around
makin' me do things I don't want to
Can't believe that you need my love so bad
Come sneakin' around tryin' to drive me mad

Bustin' in on my dreams
making me see things I don't wanna see

'Cause you're da Green Manalishi with the two prong crown
All my tryin' is up
all your bringin' is down

Just taking my love then slippin' away
Leavin' me here just tryin' to keep from following you

C'est À L'amour Auquel Je Pense
Composer(s): Françoise Hardy - Roger Samyn
Performer(s): Françoise Hardy



Lorsque sa bouche à mon oreille vient murmurer
mille mots tendr's, mille merveilles, mille secrets
c'est à l'amour auquel je pense
et que j'espère et que j'attends

lorsque ses lèvres sur les miennes vienn'nt se poser
et qu'il me tient entre ses bras très fort serrée
c'est à l'amour auquel je pense
et que j'espère et que j'attends
l'amour que j'appelle en silence à cet instant

un jour il vous jure "je t'aime"
mais déjà le lendemain
il n'est plus le même
je ne suis plus rien

lorsque ses yeux au fond des miens viennent plonger
et que mes cheveux par sa main sont caressés
c'est à l'amour auquel je pense
et que j'espère et que j'attends
l'amour que j'appelle en silence à cet instant

un jour il vous jure "je t'aime"
mais déjà le lendemain
il n'est plus le même
je ne suis plus rien

et lorsque pour une autre fille un beau matin
il m'a quitté, laissée seule avec mon chagrin
c'est à l'amour auquel je songe
je me demande a ce moment
s'il n'existe que dans les songes
ou bien vraiment

Forty Years On
Composer(s): John Farmer
Performer(s): Reggie Goff



Forty years on, when afar and asunder
Parted are those who are singing today
When you look back, and forgetfully wonder
What you were like in your work and your play
Then, it may be, there will often come o'er you
Glimpses of notes like the catch of a song  
Visions of boyhood shall float them before you
Echoes of dreamland shall bear them along

Chorus
Follow up! Follow up! Follow up! Follow up! Follow up! 
Till the field ring again and again
With the tramp of the twenty-two men
Follow up! Follow up!

Routs and discomfitures, rushes and rallies
Bases attempted, and rescued, and won
Strife without anger, and art without malice
How will it seem to you, forty years on? 
Then, you will say, not a feverish minute
Strained the weak heart and the wavering knee
Never the battle raged hottest, but in it
Neither the last nor the faintest, were we!

Chorus

O the great days, in the distance enchanted
Days of fresh air, in the rain and the sun
How we rejoiced as we struggled and panted
Hardly believable, forty years on! 
How we discoursed of them, one with another
Auguring triumph, or balancing fate
Loved the ally with the heart of a brother
Hated the foe with a playing at hate!

Chorus

Forty years on, growing older and older
Shorter in wind, as in memory long
Feeble of foot, and rheumatic of shoulder
What will it help you that once you were strong? 
God give us bases to guard or beleaguer
Games to play out, whether earnest or fun
Fights for the fearless, and goals for the eager
Twenty, and thirty, and forty years on!

Chorus

Blazoned in honour! For each generation
You kindled courage to stand and to stay
You led our fathers to fight for the nation
Called "Follow up" and yourself showed the way
We who were born in the calm after thunder
Cherish our freedom to think and to do
If in our turn we forgetfully wonder
Yet we'll remember we owe it to you

The Green Grass Grew All Around
Composer(s): William Jerome - Harry Von Tilzer



Little Johnnie Green, Little Sallie Brown spooning in the park with the grass all around 
Underneath a tree, they were making love, gazing at the silver stars above 
John said "Sallie our love will grow, I've got money said Sal, you know 
And if you will share my lot I'll give you all I've got"

Head upon his breast Little Sallie Brown Cooche 
Cooche Coo with the grass all around, now and then a kiss, then a loving sigh, what would popsey do if ma should die 
John said Sallie when we are wed, I'll bring breakfast to you in bed 
Come on dear just one more squeeze 
Give me your bank book please

After they were wed, I can cook she said Fried a piece of steak with the grass all around 
Made some biscuits too, which poor Johnnie ate 
Doctor, came, but then it was too late 
John delirious starts to rave, three days after he's in his grave 
All his happy days are gone, home cooking killed poor John!

And the green grass grew all around, all around, all around 
And each little bird in the tree top high said "Oh you Kid" and winked his eye
And the green grass grew all around, all around, on the ground
With all your gold my turtle dove, said he "How can you doubt my love?"
And the green grass grew all around, all around, and the green grass grew all around

And the green grass grew all around, all around, all around 
And each little bird in the tree top high sang "Oh you Kid" 
"You're some wise guy!" and the green grass grew all around, all around, on the ground
John fancied he heard some one say, there's always one born every day 
And the green grass grew all around, all around, and the green grass grew all around

And the green grass grew all around, all around, all around 
And each little bird in the tree top high sand "Oh you John" 
Goodbye, goodbye!
And the green grass grew all around, all around, on the ground
The biscuits he could not digest, were laid away with John to rest 
And the green grass grew all around, all around, and the green grass grew all around

C'est À Hambourg
Composer(s): Claude Delécluse - Marguerite Monnot
First release by: Edith Piaf - 1955



C'est à Hambourg, à Santiago
A White Chapel, ou Bornéo
C'est à Hambourg, à Santiago
A Rotterdam, ou à Frisco...
Hello boy! You come with me?
Amigo! Te quiero mucho!
Liebling! Kom dort mit mir!
C'est à Hambourg, au ciel de pluie
Quand les nuages vont à pas lents
Comme s'en vont les lourds chalands
Le long des quais, crevant d'ennui
C'est à Hambourg ou bien ailleurs
Qu'à tous les gars en mal d'amour
Qu'à tous les gars, depuis toujours
Moi j'balance du rêve en plein coeur...
C'est à Hambourg, à Santiago
A White Chapel, ou Bornéo
C'est à Hambourg, à Santiago
A Rotterdam, ou à Frisco...
C'est à Hambourg, au ciel de pluie
Qu'il a posé ses mains sur moi
Et qu'il m'a fait crier de joie
En me serrant fort contre lui
M'a dit "je t'aime!" à plus finir
"Laisse donc là tous tes marins!
Laisse donc la mer, et puis viens!
Moi, j'ai du bonheur à t'offrir..."
"Ma p'tite gueule..."
C'est à Hambourg, au ciel de pluie
Dans les bastringues à matelots
Que je trimballe encore ma peau
Les bras ouverts à l'infini...
Car moi je suis comme la mer
J'ai l' coeur trop grand pour un seul gars
J'ai l' coeur trop grand et c'est pour ça
Qu' j'ai pris l'amour sur toute la terre...
C'est à Hambourg, à Santiago
A White Chapel, ou Bornéo...
So long, boy...
Adios, amigo...
Nacher, Schatz...
...Au r'voir, p'tite gueule!...

Forty Shades Of Green
Composer(s): Johnny Cash
Performer(s): Johnny Cash;
and various other artists



I close my eyes and picture the emerald of the sea
from the fishin boats at Dingle to the shores at Donaghdee
I miss the River Shannon and the folks at Skibereen
the moorlands and meadows and their Forty Shades of Green 

Chorus:
But most of all I miss a girl in Tipperary town
and most of all I miss her lips as soft as eiderdown
again I want to see and do the things we’ve done and seen
where the breeze is sweet as shalimar and there’s Forty Shades of Green 

I wish I could spend an hour at Dublin’s churning surf
I'd love to watch the farmers drain the bogs and spade the turf
to see again the thatching of the straw the women glean
I’d walk from Cork to Larne to see the Forty Shades of Green

The Green Door
Composer(s): Bob Davie - Marvin Moore
First release by: Jim Lowe With the High Fives - 1956
Covered by multiple other artists



Midnight
One more night without sleepin'
Uuh, Watchin'
Till that mornin' comes creepin'
Green door
What's that secret you're keepin'?

There's an old piano and they play it hot
Behind the Green Door (Green Door)
Don't know what they're doin' but they laugh a lot
Behind the gren door! (Green Door)
Wish they'd let me in so I could find out
What's behind the Green Door! (Green Door)

Knocked once
Tried to tell them I'd been there
Door slammed!
Hospitality's thin there
Wonder
Just what's going on in there

Saw an eyeball peepin' through a smoky cloud
Behind the green door (Green Door)
When I said 'Joe sent me' someone laughed out loud
Behind the green door (Uuh Green Door)
All I want to do is join the happy crowd
Behind the green door! (Green Door)

Midnight
One more night without sleepin'
Watchin'
Till that mornin' comes creepin'
Green door
What's that secret you're keepin'?

There's an old piano and they play it hot
Behind the Green Door (Green Door)
Don't know what they're doin' but they laugh a lot
Behind the gren door! (Green Door)
Wish they'd let me in so I could find out
What's behind the Green Door! (Green Door)

Saw an eyeball peepin' through a smoky cloud
Behind the green door (Green Door)
When I said 'Joe sent me' someone laughed out loud
Behind the green door (ha, ha ha, oh)
All I want to do is join the happy crowd
Behind the green door! (Green Door)

Wish they'd let me in so I could find out
What's behind the Green Door! (Green Door)

Those Little Things
((Adapted from: Ces Petits Riens (Serge Gainsbourg) - 1964))
((Italian Version: Quei Piccoli Niente (Giangilberto Monti) - 2006))
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg - Boris Bergman - Paul Ives
Performer(s): Carla Bruni - 2006



No, nothing but my best, not good enough for you
'Cause nothing much is still too much to feel
Remember to forget, pretend you never knew
To beat the best and you don't leave a clue

No, nothing but the best was not enought for you
You wouldn't buy my pretty lie was true
But actting at the curtain fool is nothing new
Those little things that never leave a clue

If nothing but the best means nothing much to you
Don't count on me, just count me out, please, do
I'll never be your second best as others number two
One litlle thing that just won't let you choose

No, nothing but the best anda nothing less will do
It's more or less that loneliness I knew
But you, you had me market initials black and blue
Those little things that never laid a clue

If nothing but the best means nothing much
Don't count on me, just count me out, please, do
I'll never be your second best as others number two
One litlle thing that just won't let you choose
One litlle thing that just won't let you choose
One litlle thing that just won't let you choose

Forty Days
((Adapted from: Thirty Days (To Come Back Home) (Chuck Berry and His Combo) - 1955))
Composer(s): Chuck Berry - Ronnie Hawkins
Performer(s): Ronnie Hawkins & The Hawks - 1959
and multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1964 - Rien Que Huit Jours (Johnny Hallyday)
1979 - Oi Kuuskytviis (Jussi & The Boys)



I'm gonna give you 40 days to get back home
I'm gonna call up a gypsy woman on the telephone
I'm gonna send out a worldwide hoo-doo there
The will be the very thing that suits you
I'm gonna see if she'll be back in 40 days

Oh, 40 days (40 days)
Oh, 40 days (40 days)
I'm gonna see if she'll be back in 40 day
I'm gonna send out a worldwide hoo-doo there
The will be the very thing that suits you
I'm gonna see if she'll be back in 40 days

I'm gonna talked to the Judge in private early this mornin'
He nearly took me to the Sheriff's Office to sign a warnin'
They gonna fore charge again' ya
That will be the very thing that'll send ya
I'm gonna see if she'll be back in 40 days

Oh, 40 days (40 days)
Oh, 40 days (40 days)
I'm gonna see if she'll be back in 40 day
I'm gonna send out a worldwide hoo-doo there
The will be the very thing that suits you
I'm gonna see if she'll be back in 40 days

Oh, 40 days (40 days)
Oh, 40 days (40 days)
I'm gonna see if she'll be back in 40 day
I'm gonna fore charge again' ya
That will be the very thing that'll send ya
I'm gonna see if she'll be back in 40 days

The Greatest Song I've Ever Heard
Performer(s): The New Seekers



Now, the greenest green I've ever seen, was the grass on which you lay 
and the bluest blue was in my eyes, when you said you couldn't stay
and the biggest loss I ever took was, losing what we'd begun
and the greatest song I've ever heard, was the one we never sung

Now, the reddest red, I've always said, is the sunset coming down
soon the blackest night that kills the light, is the only thing around
And the downest down I've ever been was, when I knew my race was run
and the greatest song I've ever heard was the one we never sung

Time will keep the pain, they say, and we'll live to love another day 
if you want to win, you've got to play the game

Now, the greyest grey came on the day, we were standing in the rain 
and the hardest hurt I've ever known, was when you tried to ease the pain
and the longest day in history is waiting till my crying's done
and the greatest song I've ever heard was the one we never sung

And the saddest song I've ever heard was the one we fin'lly sung

Ces Petits Riens
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
First release by: Serge Gainsbourg - 1964
Covered by multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
2006 - Those Little Things (Carla Bruni)
2006 - Quei Piccoli Niente (Giangilberto Monti)



Mieux vaut n'penser à rien
Que n'pas penser du tout
Rien c'est déjà
Rien c'est déjà beaucoup
On se souvient de rien
Et puisqu'on oublie tout
Rien c'est bien mieux
Rien c'est bien mieux que tout

Mieux vaut n'penser à rien
Que de penser à vous
Ça n'me vaut rien
Ça n'me vaut rien du tout
Comme si de rien
N'était je pense à tous
Ces petits riens
Qui me venaient de vous

Si c'était trois fois rien
Trois fois rien entre nous
Evidemment
Ça ne fait pas beaucoup
Ce sont ces petits riens
Que j'ai mis bout à bout
Ces petits riens
Qui me venaient de vous

Mieux vaut pleurer de rien
Que de rire de tout
Pleurer pour un rien
C'est déjà beaucoup
Mais vous vous n'avez rien
Dans le cœur et j'avoue
Je vous envie
Je vous en veux beaucoup

Ce sont ces petits riens
Qui me venaient de vous
Les voulez-vous?
Tenez! Que voulez-vous?
Moi je ne veux pour rien
Au monde plus rien de vous
Pour être à vous
Faut être à moitié fou

Forty Cups Of Coffee
Composer(s): Danny Overbea
Performer(s): Bill Haley;
and various other artists



Pace the floor, stop and stare
I drink a cup of coffee and start pulling out my hair
I'm drinking forty cups of coffee
Forty cups of coffee
Forty cups of coffee, waiting for you to come home

A quarter to twelve and you're still not in
The way you run around is a doggone sin
I'm drinking forty cups of coffee
Forty cups of coffee
Forty cups of coffee, waiting for you to come home

A quarter to three, I start watching the clock
The phone won't ring, so I'm waiting for your knock
I'm drinking forty cups of coffee
Forty cups of coffee
Forty cups of coffee, waiting for you to come home

Quarter to four, you ain't got home yet
I try to be cool and smoke a cigarette
I'm drinking forty cups of coffee
Forty cups of coffee
Forty cups of coffee, waiting for you to come home

You knock on the door about a quarter to five
I wanna hug you and kiss you, say thank heaven you're alive
I drank forty cups of coffee
Forty cups of coffee
Forty cups of coffee, but I'm glad you finally came home

The Greatest Mistake Of My Life
Composer(s): James Netson
Performer(s): Sam Browne with Ambrose & his Orch.
and multiple other artists



The greatest mistake of my life
Was saying goodbye to you
I'm alone and blue and believe it's true
I pray you may forgive someday
I'm sorry I want you to know
But if there's a debt I owe
I feel that I have paid and know that I have made
The greatest mistake of my life

Ces Mots Stupides
((Adapted from: Something Stupid (Carson and Gaile) - 1967))
Composer(s): C. Carson Parks - Maurice Tézé
Performer(s): Sacha Distel & Joanna Shimkus - 1967
and multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1967 - Qualche Stupido "Ti Amo" (Sacha Distel & Joanna Shimkus)
1967 - Dat Afgezaagde Zinnetje (Willy & Willeke Alberti)
1967 - En Lille Dumhed (Siw Malmkvist & Otto Brandenburg)
1971 - Algo Tonto (Enríque Guzmn & Silvia Pinal)
2003 - Een Dom Compliment (Jo Vally & Vanessa Chinitor)
2003 - Zoiets Onnozels (Willy Sommers, Lisa Del Bo & Luc Steeno)



Je sais que tôt ou tard
Tu voudras bien sortir un soir
En camarade, avec moi
J'essaierai d'être gai
Pour te faire rire, mais je sais
Que je ne verrais que toi!
Et quand nous serons las d'avoir dansé
Nous irons prendre un dernier verre, quand même
C'est là que je gâcherai tout...
En te Disant ces mots stupides
"Je t'aime!"
Et dans tes yeux je lirai
Que j'ai trahi notre amitié
Que je suis comme les autres!
Bien vite je m'en irai
Sans même te dire que si je t'aime
Ce n'est pas de ma faute!
Cela fait si longtemps
Que je suis là, le cœur battant
A ne plus penser qu'à toi!
A guetter ton regard
En espérant toujours y voir
Un peu de tendresse pour moi!
Mais... si à cet instant
Très doucement je sens ta main
Se poser sur le mienne...
De joie, je crois, je pleurerai
En répétant ces mots stupides
"Je t'aime!"
Mais... si à cet instant
Très doucement, je sens ta main
Se poser sur la mienne...
De joie, je crois, je pleurerai
En répétant ces mots stupides
"Je t'aime! Je t'aime! Je t'aime!"

Fortuosity
Composer(s): Richard M. Sherman; Robert B. Sherman
Performer(s): Tommy Steele;
and various other artists



Well now, ain't this an elegant neighborhood
All the residents dressed so fine
One day off the boat am I
With a job that's nearly mine
'Tis a job with an elegant millionaire
And his elegant family
Today I move from immigrant to high society
Now you may call that luck
And you may call it fortune,
But me, meself, I call it.....

Fortuosity, that's me byword
Fortuosity, me twinkle in the eye word
Sometimes castles fall to the ground
But that's where four leaf clovers are found

Fortuosity, lucky chances
Fortuitious little happy happen-stances
I don't worry 'cause everywhere I see
That every bit of life is lit by Fortuosity

Fortuosity, that's me own word
Fortuosity, me never feel alone word
`Round the corner, under a tree
Good fortune's waitin', just wait and see

Fortuosity, lucky chances
Fortuitious little happy happen-stances
I keep smilin', 'cause my philosophy
Is do your best and leave the rest to Fortuosity

I keep smilin', 'cause my philosophy
Is do your best and leave the rest to Fortuosity!

The Greatest Man I Never Knew
Composer(s): Richard Leigh - Layng Martine Jr.
Performer(s): Benny Neyman & Toni Willé



The greatest man I never knew
Lived just down the hall
And everyday we said hello
But never touched at all
He was in his paper
I was in my room
How was I to know
He thought I hung the moon

The greatest man I never knew
Came home late every night
He never had too much to say
Too much was on his mind
I never really knew him
And now it seems so sad
Everything he gave to us
Took all he had

Then the days turned to years
And the memories to black and white
He grew cold like an old winter wind
Blowing across my life

The greatest words I never heard
I guess I’ll never hear
The man I thought could never die
‘s Been dead almost a year
He was good at business
There was business left to do
He never said he loved me
Guess he thought I knew

People Such As These
((Adapted from: Ces Gens-Là (Jacques Brel) - 1966))
Composer(s): Jacques Brel - Fabien Passant - Bruno Bouchegnies - Lydia Ruddy
Performer(s): The Walkabouts - 2001

Versions In Other Languages:
1969 - Dat Soort Volk (Liesbeth List)
1970 - Dit Slag Volk (Herman van Veen)
1971 - Che Bella Gente (Giorgio Gaber)
2002 - Quelli Là (Duilio Del Prete)



To begin, to begin, there is the first born
He who is like a melon
He who has a big nose
He who doesn't know his name
Because he drinks a lot
And he's been drunk-- for a long time
Does nothing with ten fingers
He can do no more than that
Completely cooked
Sees himself as king
Drunk every night
On rotgut wine
But you'll find him in the morning
Sleeping in a church
Stiff as a board
White like the dove of Easter
Sitting and stuttering
Bleary eyed
It must be said, sir
People such as these
We do not think
We do not think
We only pray

And then there is another
With carrots in his hair
Who never saw a wig a scamp with ticks
Gives the shirt off his back
To the happy poor
He who married Denise
A girl from the town
Actually from another town
And it's not finished

He does his little business
With his little hat
His little coat, his little car
Wants us to believe, he has style
But he has none at all
We shouldn't play rich
When we don't have the money
It must be said, sir
People such as these
We don't live, sir
We don't live, we trick

And then there are the others
The mother who says nothing
Or spews, anything at all
From evening to morning
From beneath her pretty face
Face like an apostle
And in the wood frame
The mustache of the father
He who died in a fall
He who watches his flock
Graze on their cold soup
He who makes big slurrps
And now we see one of the very old

One who doesn't stop shaking
To whom nobody listens
Though it's she who holds the cash
But nobody listens
To what her poor poor hands say
It must be said, sir
People such as these
We don't speak, sir
People such as these
We just calculate

And then and then
And then there's Frida
Beautiful like the sun
Who loves me the same
Who I love, Frida
Even though we often said
We would own a house
With many windows
And few walls
That we would live there
And it'd be the good life
Of course none of it was sure thing
At best there was a small chance
Because the others didn't want it
'Cause the others didn't want it
The others they talk like this
They say she's too pretty for me
They say I am only good enough
To slit the throats of cats
But I've never killed cats
Or at least if I did, it was long ago
Or maybe I just forgot
Yes, if I did, it's because they stunk
No, in the end they didn't want it
No, in the end they didn't want it

Sometimes when we meet
We act like it's a coincidence
And with teary eyes
She says she'll leave
She says she'll follow me
And for one moment
Only one moment
That's what I believe
Just for one moment
That's what I believe
Because from people such as these
We do not escape
Because from people such as these
We do not escape
I gotta go, I gotta go
I gotta go