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  • 06-05-1975
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    The Living Years
    Composer(s): Mike Rutherford - B. A. Robertson
    First release by: Mike + The Mechanics - 1988
    Covered by multiple other artists



    Every generation
    Blames the one before
    And all of their frustrations
    Come beating on your door

    I know that I'm a prisoner
    To all my Father held so dear
    I know that I'm a hostage
    To all his hopes and fears
    I just wish I could have told him in the living years

    Crumpled bits of paper
    Filled with imperfect thought
    Stilted conversations
    I'm afraid that's all we've got

    You say you just don't see it
    He says it's perfect sense
    You just can't get agreement
    In this present tense
    We all talk a different language
    Talking in defence

    Say it loud, say it clear
    You can listen as well as you hear
    It's too late when we die
    To admit we don't see eye to eye

    So we open up a quarrel
    Between the present and the past
    We only sacrifice the future
    It's the bitterness that lasts

    So Don't yield to the fortunes
    You sometimes see as fate
    It may have a new perspective
    On a different day
    And if you don't give up, and don't give in
    You may just be O.K.

    Say it loud, say it clear
    You can listen as well as you hear
    It's too late when we die
    To admit we don't see eye to eye

    I wasn't there that morning
    When my Father passed away
    I didn't get to tell him
    All the things I had to say

    I think I caught his spirit
    Later that same year
    I'm sure I heard his echo
    In my baby's new born tears
    I just wish I could have told him in the living years

    Say it loud, say it clear
    You can listen as well as you hear
    It's too late when we die
    To admit we don't see eye to eye



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    Charlie, The Midnight Marauder Composer(s): Bagby - Davis Performer(s): The Limeliters



    Calling car 41
    Calling car 41
    Investigate a code 7
    At 116 west 14th St. and report
    Looks like Charlie's at it again

    Oh Charlie was raised in the city
    He scoffed at the suburban life
    Til satan disguised as a salesman
    Bewitched and bewildered his wife

    She heard of the pleasures of rural life
    With barbecues under the trees
    And so for a mere forty thousand
    He purchased their dreamhouse with ease

    He rose before dawn every morning
    To dreamily fall into line (yawn)
    And follow that bumper before him (Beep Beep)
    To be on the job before nine

    His dreamhouse of crumbling stucco
    Was more like a nightmarish load
    His weekends were spent in hard labor
    He dug and he pruned and he mowed

    One night an electrical failure
    Blacked out every street in the track
    Our hero drove up in confusion
    But couldn't locate his new shack

    Each crackerbox looked like the one next door
    As far as the eye could see
    He cursed to himself as he pondered
    Now where in the world can it be

    He searched til a door looked familiar
    Than tried out his key in the lock
    The door open wide and he entered
    Poor Charlie was on the wrong block

    He strode to the couch of his sleeping love
    He kissed her and backed off in fright
    The girl he had kissed was a stranger
    Who screamed and ran out in the night

    They caught him a few minutes later
    Still rooted and shaking with fear
    They called him the midnight marauder
    And put him away for a year

    And put him away for a yea-ea-ear
    And put him away for a year
    They called him the midnight maurauder
    And put him away for a year

    When a salesman is taunting suburbia
    He's doing it purely for help
    Remember the story of Charlie
    And tell him to move there himself

    And tell him to move there himsel-el-elf
    And tell him to move there himself
    Remember the story of Charlie
    And tell him to move there himself



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    Rabo De Nube
    Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
    Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez;
    and various other artists



    Si me dijeran pide un deseo
    preferiría un rabo de nube
    un torbellino en el suelo
    y una gran ira que sube
    Un barredor de tristezas
    un aguacero en venganza
    que cuando escampe parezca
    nuestra esperanza

    Si me dijeran pide un deseo
    preferiría un rabo de nube
    que se llevara lo feo
    y nos dejara el querube
    Un barredor de tristezas
    un aguacero en venganza
    que cuando escampe parezca
    nuestra esperanza




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    05-05-1975
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    The Little White Pill On The Little Green Hill
    Composer(s): Johnny Burke - James V. Monaco
    Performer(s): Bing Crosby



    I went to see a doctor
    'Cause I was feeling ill
    He told me to take a little red tea
    And a little white pill

    I followed his description
    A simple one to fill
    He told me I'd find a little black cup
    On a little green hill

    But the little white pill
    Rolled down the hill
    And thwarted my endeavor
    It wouldn't roll up
    Back to the cup
    And now I'm worse than ever

    Oh, I never do eat
    What's sour or sweet
    And never fats or starches
    But the little white pill
    Rolled down the hill
    And gave me broken arches

    Oh, I never will tame
    That ancient game
    Invented by the Scottish
    And I've got to admit
    That I should quit
    And sing myself a schottische



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Charlie Stone
    Composer(s): Larry Johnson
    Performer(s): Larry Johnson; Charlie "Choo Choo" Williams



    Yeah, an' I know a fool
    He came from way down south
    Called him Charlie Stone
    Now he make a livin'
    Goin' 'round town
    I mean blowin' on a slide trombone
    Now he could make it moan an'
    He could make it sing
    Hey where did he get that thing
    But play on Stone
    Go on with your slide trombone

    Now when he played that thing
    Down on Market Street
    Butcher Sam had to leave his meat
    To hear old Stone
    Blowin' on his slide trombone

    ...let's get it now Stone..Yeah...Yeah
    I say hey there Stone
    Play it on your slide trombone

    I said I know a fool
    He came from way down south
    Called him Charlie Stone
    Ahh, he make a livin'
    Goin' 'round town
    I mean blowin' on a slide trombone
    Yes, he can make it moan an'
    He can make it sing
    Tell me where did he get that thing
    But play on Stone
    Go on with your slide trombone

    Now the women gather 'round
    And they shake their hips (oooh)
    When that horn is
    Shakin' to his lips
    Singing play on Stone
    Go on with your slide trombone

    Now as he played it Sunday morning
    And the Sisters strut around (Ha!)
    Preacher Johnson
    Laid his Bible down
    To hear old Stone
    Blow it on is slide trombone

    Yeah, Charlie Stone
    Blow it on, I mean blow it on your slide trombone
    Yes, yes, yes, yes

    My, my, my..



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Rabbit Dance Love Song
    Performer(s): Isna Wastekicilapi Mastin Olowan



    Say, where did you come from?
    Oh, I come from that way to dance here
    Give me your hand, because I am single
    Maybe I will see you later

    Lakota Version:
    Tokiyatan
    yahi so
    Leciyatanhan waci wahiye
    Nape au
    we
    Tansna
    waun we
    Toksa ake
    wacinyankin kte




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    04-05-1975
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    The Little Shirt My Mother Made For Me
    Composer(s): Harry Wincott
    Performer(s): Tom Woottwell
    and multiple other artists



    I'll never forget the day that I was born
    Was on a cold and frosty winter's morn'
    The doctor said I was a chubby chap
    But when the nurse, she took me on her lap
    She washed me all over, I remember
    And after powder-puffin' me, you see
    She laid me in the cradle by the window
    In the little shirt my Mother made for me

    When I began to crawl it was a sight
    I used to frighten Mom from morn' til night
    There's no mistake I was a lttle curse
    'Cause when my Daddy, he came home from work
    Every night he would say, "Where's Little Sam got?"
    As down the kitchen, happy as could be
    They used to find me scrapin' out the jam pot
    In the little shirt my Mother made for me

    The first day that I wore my knickerbocks
    I felt so funny after wearin' smocks
    I looked a little picture, they did say
    But when they let me out to run and play
    Well, I didn't like the britches I was wearin'
    And in the street I took 'em off, you see
    I started walkin' home so bold and darin'
    In the little shirt my Mother made for me

    And then to school they said that I must go
    I didn't like my teacher, you must know
    And when I played the truant quite so dear
    The teacher said, "Now boy, you come here"
    With a big stick she beat around upon me
    There's no mistake about my pedigree
    I had the map of Scotland painted on me
    Neath that little shirt my mother made for me

    Last year when I was on my holiday
    Upon the briny ocean I did gaze
    The water looked so nice, I thought I'd go
    To have a swim, but, in a minute, oh
    All the girls along the beach at me were starin'
    And some were takin' pictures, I could see
    Was a good thing for me that I was wearin'
    The little shirt my Mother made for me



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    Charlie Green, Play That Slide Trombone
    (Traditional)
    Performer(s): Jim Croce



    I know a fool who blows a horn
    He comes from way down South, oh yeah
    And you ain't seen some blowin' since you been born
    Like when a trombone's to his mouth
    He wails and moans, grunts and groans
    He can moan just like a cow
    And you ain't seen some blowin' since you been born
    'Cause he won't show them how

    Oh Charlie won't you play that thing
    I mean it's my trombone
    Make it talk
    Make it sing
    I mean it's my trombone

    If Gabriel knew how you could blow
    He'd let you lead his band I know
    Oh Charlie won't you play that thing
    I mean it's my trombone

    Oh Charlie won't you play that thing
    I mean it's my trombone
    Make it talk
    Make it sing
    I mean it's my trombone

    Now you ain't seen such movin' hips
    Like when the trombone do his licks
    Charlie Green play that thing
    I mean it's my trombone
    Oh yeah, I mean it's my trombone



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. For He's A Jolly Good Fellow

    For He's A Jolly Good Fellow
    (Traditional)



    For he's a jolly good fellow
    For he's a jolly good fellow
    For he's a jolly good fellow
    Which nob'dy can deny
    Which nob'dy can deny
    Which nob'dy can deny
    For he's a jolly good fellow
    For he's a jolly good fellow
    For he's a jolly good fellow
    Which nob'dy can deny

    We won't go home until morning
    We won't go home until morning
    We won't go home until morning
    Till day-light doth appear
    Till day-light doth appear
    Till day-light doth appear
    We won't go home until morning
    We won't go home until morning
    We won't go home until morning
    Till day-light doth appear

    The bear went over the mountain
    The bear went over the mountain
    The bear went over the mountain
    To see what he could see
    To see what he could see
    To see what he could see
    The bear went over the mountain
    The bear went over the mountain
    The bear went over the mountain
    To see what he could see

    The other side of the mountain
    The other side of the mountain
    The other side of the mountain
    Was all that he could see
    Was all that he could see
    Was all that he could see
    The other side of the mountain
    The other side of the mountain
    The other side of the mountain
    Was all that he could see




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    03-05-1975
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    The Little Old Lady (From Pasadena)
    Composer(s): Don Altfeld - Roger Christian
    First release by: Jan & Dean - 1964



    It's the little old lady from Pasadena

    The little old lady from Pasadena
    (Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go)
    Has a pretty little flower bed of white gardenias
    (Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go)
    But parked in a rickety old garage
    Is a brand new, shiny red Super Stock Dodge

    And everybody's saying that there's nobody meaner
    Than the little old lady from Pasadena
    (She drives real fast and she drives real hard)
    She's the terror of Colorado Boulevard

    It's the little old lady from Pasadena
    If you see her on the street don't try to choose her
    (Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go)
    You might drive a goer but you'll never lose her
    (Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go)
    Well, she's gonna get a ticket now sooner or later
    'Cause she can't keep her foot off the accelerator

    And everybody's saying that there's nobody meaner
    Than the little old lady from Pasadena
    (She drives real fast and she drives real hard)
    She's the terror of Colorado Boulevard

    (Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go)
    (Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go)
    The guys come to race her for miles around
    But she'll give 'em a length and then she'll shut 'em down

    And everybody's saying that there's nobody meaner
    Than the little old lady from Pasadena
    (She drives real fast and she drives real hard)
    She's the terror of Colorado Boulevard

    Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go
    Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go
    Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go
    Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go
    Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go
    Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Charlie Freak
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    Charlie Freak Composer(s): Walter Becker - Donald Fagen Performer(s): Steely Dan



    Charlie freak had but one thing to call his own
    Three weight ounce pure golden ring no precious stone
    Five nights without a bite
    No place to lay his head
    And if nobody takes him in
    He’ll soon be dead
    On the street he spied my face I heard him hail
    In our plot of frozen space he told his tale
    Poor man, he showed his hand
    So righteous was his need
    And me so wise I bought his prize
    For chicken feed

    Newfound cash soon begs to smash a state of mind
    Close inspection fast revealed his favorite kind
    Poor kid, he overdid
    Embraced the spreading haze
    And while he sighed his body died
    In fifteen ways

    When I heard I grabbed a cab to where he lay
    ’round his arm the plastic tag read d.o.a.
    Yes jack, I gave it back
    The ring I could not own
    Now come my friend I’ll take your hand
    And lead you home



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Futuros Amantes
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    Futuros Amantes
    English Title: Future Lovers
    Composer(s): Chico Buarque
    Performer(s): Chico Buarque; Gal Costa



    Não se afobe, não
    Que nada é pra já
    O amor não tem pressa
    Ele pode esperar em silêncio
    Num fundo de armário
    Na posta-restante
    Milênios, milênios
    No ar

    E quem sabe, então
    O Rio será
    Alguma cidade submersa
    Os escafandristas virão
    Explorar sua casa
    Seu quarto, suas coisas
    Sua alma, desvãos

    Sábios em vão
    Tentarão decifrar
    O eco de antigas palavras
    Fragmentos de cartas, poemas
    Mentiras, retratos
    Vestígios de estranha civilização

    Não se afobe, não
    Que nada é pra já
    Amores serão sempre amáveis
    Futuros amantes, quiçá
    Se amarão sem saber
    Com o amor que eu um dia
    Deixei pra você




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    02-05-1975
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    Undress Me
    ((Adapted from: Déshabillez-Moi (Juliette Gréco) - 1967))
    Composer(s): Robert Nyel - Gaby Verlor - Paul Francis Buck
    Performer(s): Marc Almond - 1996



    Undress me
    Undress me
    But not right away
    Not too fast, eh!

    Can you crave for me?
    Desire me?
    Enthral me

    Undress me
    Undress me
    But don't be like the first time
    Or go too crazy

    First look at the truth
    Take time to proceed
    Don't be uncouth
    Or show your greed
    Devour me with your eyes
    But be cautious
    I'll become ravenous
    By and by

    Undress me
    Deshabillez moi
    But not right away
    Not too fast, eh!

    Can you hypnotise me?
    Envelop me?
    Capture me

    Undress me
    Undress me
    But with some tact
    And be exact
    And dextrous

    Choose your words with care
    Control yourself, be strict
    Not too slow nor quick
    On my skin
    There that's it, I'm trembling
    And offer much to your expert touch
    Oh, come on!

    Undress me
    Deshabillez moi
    I want it right away
    Go faster, it's okay
    Can you possess me?
    Consume me?
    Burn me... up!

    Undress me
    Undress me
    Behave like a lover
    And be a lover
    Do it!

    Undress me
    come on, undress me
    And you... undress yourself



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Charlie Charlie
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    Charlie Charlie
    Composer(s): Pierre Papadiamandis
    Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell



    Tu es mon univers d'enfant
    Toi qui l'enchantais si souvent
    Charlie
    Charlie

    Charlie
    Toi que j'ai inventé
    Tu étais ma complicité
    Charlie
    Charlie

    Tu partageais tous mes chagrins
    Ton monde ainsi devenait mien
    Charlie
    Charlie

    Mais quand l'enfance fut passée
    Mon adolescence t'a tué
    Charlie
    Charlie

    Car l'amour venait de naître
    Si doux, si grand
    Mais refusant de supporter
    Ta présence imaginaire
    De mes jeunes années

    J'appartiens au monde des grands
    Je suis adulte maintenant
    Charlie
    Charlie

    Je n'ai plus le droit de rêver
    De me pencher sur mon passé
    Charlie
    Charlie

    Car l'amour venait de naître
    Si doux, si grand
    Mais refusant de supporter
    Ta présence imaginaire
    De mes jeunes années

    Tu es mon univers d'enfant
    Toi qui l'enchantais si souvent
    Charlie
    Charlie

    Charlie
    Toi que j'ai inventé
    Tu étais ma complicité
    Charlie
    Charlie

    Mais quand l'enfance fut passée
    Mon adolescence t'a tué
    Charlie
    Charlie



    Categorie:Franse Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Future Times
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    Future Times
    Composer(s): Jon Anderson; Steve Howe;
    Chris Squire; Rick Wakeman; Alan White
    Performer(s): Yes



    In the fountains of the universe (set time in accord)
    Sits the boychild Solomon (Ever turning round and round)
    In the cities of the Southern Sky (set points universe)
    Dreams he of glory (pulsating round and round)
    Future times will stand and clearly see (highest dancing)
    Of the course of innocence (Drifting drifting)

    See it all
    See it all
    Till tomorrow
    See it all
    See it all
    Till tomorrow
    Future times will stand and clearly smile
    Of the course of innocence

    Dantalion will ride again (raging forth underland)
    The course of evils standing straight (grind to grind)
    Hot metal will abound the land (churning out shout)
    As the form regards our blazing hand
    Future times will stand and clearly see
    Of the course of innocence

    One the word will enter all our hearts
    Two the duel will alter them
    Three jewels countenance divine away delight away
    four the fight to free the land
    Five the islands of Arabia
    Six the tears that separate
    Six the tears that separate




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    01-05-1975
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    The Little Man Who Wasn't There
    Composer(s): Harold Adamson - Bernie Hanighen
    Performer(s): Glenn Miller & Tex Beneke
    and multiple other artists



    Glenn Miller:
    Hello there, Texas, whatcha say?
    Are you whistling in the dark just to scare the ghost away?

    Tex Beneke:
    I know there's something following me that I can't see
    Someone sure laid an awful hex on me!

    Glenn Miller:
    A hex? Ah, Tex, that's pretty far-fetched
    Man, I'd say you're just a little bit tetched!

    Tex Beneke:
    You'd got a load of what I saw last night
    You'd pass the Yankee Clipper on its maiden flight!

    Last night I saw upon the stair
    A little man who wasn't there
    He wasn't there again today
    Oh, how I wish he'd go away

    When I came home last night at three
    The man was waiting there for me
    But when I looked around the hall
    I couldn't see him there at all

    Go away, go away
    Don't you come back any more
    Go away, go away
    And please don't slam the door... (Slam!)

    Last night I saw upon the stair
    A little man who wasn't there
    He wasn't there again today
    Oh, how I wish he'd go away



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    Charlie Brown "A Boy Named Charlie Brown"
    Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg



    Un petit garçon comme Charlie
    À qui jamais rien ne réussit
    Ça s'casse la figure
    À tous les coins d'la ville
    Dieu que la vie est dure
    Pour Charlie

    Mais ce petit garçon
    Qu'est Charlie
    Qui n'récolte jamais que des ennuis
    Et qui les prend pourtant
    Avec philosophie
    C'est l'image d'un enfant d'aujourd'hui

    Moi-même j'étais comme Charlie
    Semblable à Charlie Brown
    Je grimpais à la corde de mon cerf-volant
    Afin d'mieux voir le firmament
    Mais voici que la corde casse et Charlie
    Seul dans l'herbe de la prairie
    Encore un peu plus triste que tout à l'heure
    Retient les larmes de Charlie Brown



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    Futura
    Composer(s): Lucio Dalla
    Performer(s): Lucio Dalla



    Chissà chissà domani
    su che cosa metteremo le mani
    se si potrà contare ancora le onde del mare
    e alzare la testa
    non esser così seria, rimani
    i russi, i russi gli americani
    no lacrime non fermarti fino a domani
    sarà stato forse un tuono
    non mi meraviglio
    è una notte di fuoco
    dove sono le tue mani
    nascerà e non avrà paura nostro figlio
    e chissà come sarà lui domani
    su quali strade camminerà
    cosa avrà nelle sue mani.. le sue mani
    si muoverà e potrà volare
    nuoterà su una stella
    come sei bella
    e se è una femmina si chiamerà futura
    Il suo nome detto questa notte
    mette già paura
    sarà diversa bella come una stella
    sarai tu in miniatura
    ma non fermarti voglio ancora baciarti
    chiudi i tuoi occhi non voltarti indietro
    qui tutto il mondo sembra fatto di vetro
    e sta cadendo a pezzi come un vecchio presepio.
    Di più, muoviti più fretta di più, benedetta
    più su, nel silenzio tra le nuvole, più su
    che si arriva alla luna, si la luna
    ma non è bella come te questa luna
    è una sottana americana
    Allora su mettendoci di fianco, più su
    guida tu che sono stanco, più su
    in mezzo ai razzi e a un batticuore, più su
    son sicuro che c'e' il sole
    ma che sole è un cappello di ghiaccio
    questo sole è una catena di ferro
    senza amore, amore, amore, amore
    Lento lento adesso batte più lento
    ciao, come stai
    il tuo cuore lo sento
    i tuoi occhi così belli non li ho visti mai
    ma adesso non voltarti
    voglio ancora guardarti
    non girare la testa
    dove sono le tue mani
    aspettiamo che ritorni la luce
    di sentire una voce
    aspettiamo senza avere paura, domani




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    The Little House Upon The Hill
    Composer(s): Ballard MacDonald - Joe Goodwin - Harry Puck



    I feel oh! so lonely tonight
    I feel all alone
    I'm just starving for a sight
    Of my old Kentucky home
    I can see my mother old and gray
    I can hear the whippoor will
    I can see a light for me
    In the window of the house upon the hill

    I've seen many wonderful sights
    Wand'ring on my way
    But I've spent such lonesome nights
    And been weary thru the day
    I'm just longing for a mother's love
    And I know she longs for me
    Can't erase her loving face
    It's the sight of all sights I want to see

    There's a light that's burning in the window
    Of a little house upon the hill
    And the light will burn
    And a heart will yearn
    And it always will till I return
    For there's only one mother
    I know she's waiting still
    And she'll always keep the light a burning
    in the window of the house upon the hill



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    Charlie Brown ((French Version: C'est Charlie Brown (Eddy Mitchell) - 1977)) Composer(s): Jerry Leiber - Mike Stoller First release by: The Coasters Covered by multiple other artists - 1959



    Fe fe fi fi fo fo fum
    I smell smoke in the auditorium
    Charlie Brown, Charlie Brown
    He's a clown, that Charlie Brown
    He's gonna get caught, just you wait and see
    (Why's everybody always pickin' on me?)

    That's him on his knees, I know that's him
    From 7 come 11 down in the boys' gym
    Charlie Brown, Charlie Brown
    He's a clown, that Charlie Brown
    He's gonna get caught, just you wait and see
    (Why's everybody always pickin' on me?)

    Who's always writing on the wall?
    Who's always goofin' in the hall?
    Who's always throwin' spit balls?
    Guess who! (Who, me?) Yeah, you!

    Who walks in the classroom cool and slow?
    Who calls the English teacher Daddy-O?
    Charlie Brown, Charlie Brown
    He's a clown, that Charlie Brown
    He's gonna get caught, just you wait and see
    (Why's everybody always pickin' on me?)

    Who walks in the classroom cool and slow?
    Who calls the English teacher Daddy-O?
    Charlie Brown, Charlie Brown
    He's a clown, that Charlie Brown
    He's gonna get caught, just you wait and see
    (Why's everybody always pickin' on me?)



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