The Man I Love
((Dutch Version: Man Van Mijn Hart (Greetje Kauffeld) - 1997))
Composer(s): George Gershwin - Ira Gershwin
First performance by: Fred & Adele Astaire - 1924
Covered by multiple other artists



When the mellow moon begins to beam
Every night I dream a little dream
And of course Prince Charming is the theme
The he, for me
Although I realize as well as you
It is seldom that a dream comes true
To me it's clear
That he'll appear

Some day he'll come along, the man I love
And he'll be big and strong,  the man I love
And when he comes my way
I'll do my best to make him stay

He'll look at me and smile, I'll understand
And in a little while, he'll take my hand
And though it seems absurd
I know we both won't say a word

Maybe I shall meet him Sunday
Maybe Monday, maybe not
Still I'm sure to meet him one day
Maybe Tuesday will be my good news day

He'll build a little home just meant for two
From which I'll never roam, who would? would you?
And so, all else above
I'm waiting for the man I love

Chicago (That Toddling Town)
Composer(s): Fred Fisher
First release by: The Bar Harbor Society Orchestra - 1922
Covered by multiple other artists



I got the surprise, the surprise of my life
I had to stop and stare
I saw a man dancing with his own wife
And you'll never guess where...

Chicago, Chicago -- that toddlin' town, that toddlin' town
Chicago, Chicago -- I'll show you around -- I love it
Betcha bottom dollar you'll lose your blues
In Chicago, Chicago
The town that Billy Sunday could not shut down

On State Street, that great street
I just want to stay, I just want to stay
They do things they don't do on Broadway, say
They have the time, the time of their life
I saw a man who danced with his wife
In Chicago ... Chicago ... Chicago, Chicago
Free and easy town, brassy, breezy town
Chicago ... Chicago
Let me cool my heels right down at Marshall Field
Come and walk with
Along the lake, to the drake
Hollar and hoot, all through the loop
Shout out now to Mrs. O'Leary's cow
No she-she, life is peachy
Chicago ... we'll meet at the Pump Room Ambassador East
To say the least
On shishkabob and breast of squab we will feed and get free
Don't tell me sin is rampid and right
Think of that man who danced with his wife
In Chicago ... Chicago ...
I feel sympathy for that wonderful, windy town!

Reach For Tomorrow
Composer(s): Jimmy McHugh; Ned Washington
Performer(s): Ella Fitzgerald;
and various other artists



Reach for tomorrow
today belongs to the past
the golden hopes of you yesterdays
can all be yours at last

Reach for tomorrow
and keep your head in the sky
you may get hurt
in a thousand ways
but give it one more try

Have no regret about
forget about
the chances you missed
in days to come 
I know there's something 
better than this

Reach for tomorrow
and keep your dreams ever new
no matter how many times it seems
that dreams are not for you
  
Reach for tomorrow
And make them all come...true

Man From Snowy River
Composer(s): A.B. Paterson
Performer(s): Slim Dusty



There was movement at the station, for the word had passed around
That the colt from old Regret had got away
And had joined the wild bush horses -- he was worth a thousand pound
So all the cracks had gathered to the fray
All the tried and noted riders from the stations near and far
Had mustered at the homestead overnight
For the bushmen love hard riding where the wild bush horses are
And the stock-horse snuffs the battle with delight

There was Harrison, who made his pile when Pardon won the cup
The old man with his hair as white as snow
But few could ride beside him when his blood was fairly up 
He would go wherever horse and man could go
And Clancy of the Overflow came down to lend a hand
No better horseman ever held the reins
For never horse could throw him while the saddle-girths would stand
He learnt to ride while droving on the plains

And one was there, a stripling on a small and weedy beast
He was something like a racehorse undersized
With a touch of Timor pony -- three parts thoroughbred at least 
And such as are by mountain horsemen prized
He was hard and tough and wiry -- just the sort that won't say die 
There was courage in his quick impatient tread
And he bore the badge of gameness in his bright and fiery eye
And the proud and lofty carriage of his head

But still so slight and weedy, one would doubt his power to stay
And the old man said, `That horse will never do
For a long and tiring gallop -- lad, you'd better stop away
Those hills are far too rough for such as you'
So he waited sad and wistful -- only Clancy stood his friend 
`I think we ought to let him come,' he said
`I warrant he'll be with us when he's wanted at the end
For both his horse and he are mountain bred

`He hails from Snowy River, up by Kosciusko's side
Where the hills are twice as steep and twice as rough
Where a horse's hoofs strike firelight from the flint stones every stride
The man that holds his own is good enough
And the Snowy River riders on the mountains make their home
Where the river runs those giant hills between
I have seen full many horsemen since I first commenced to roam
But nowhere yet such horsemen have I seen'

So he went -- they found the horses by the big mimosa clump 
They raced away towards the mountain's brow
And the old man gave his orders, `Boys, go at them from the jump
No use to try for fancy riding now
And, Clancy, you must wheel them, try and wheel them to the right
Ride boldly, lad, and never fear the spills
For never yet was rider that could keep the mob in sight
If once they gain the shelter of those hills'

So Clancy rode to wheel them -- he was racing on the wing
Where the best and boldest riders take their place
And he raced his stock-horse past them, and he made the ranges ring
With the stockwhip, as he met them face to face
Then they halted for a moment, while he swung the dreaded lash
But they saw their well-loved mountain full in view
And they charged beneath the stockwhip with a sharp and sudden dash
And off into the mountain scrub they flew

Then fast the horsemen followed, where the gorges deep and black
Resounded to the thunder of their tread
And the stockwhips woke the echoes, and they fiercely answered back
From cliffs and crags that beetled overhead
And upward, ever upward, the wild horses held their way
Where mountain ash and kurrajong grew wide
And the old man muttered fiercely, `We may bid the mob good day
NO man can hold them down the other side'

When they reached the mountain's summit, even Clancy took a pull
It well might make the boldest hold their breath
The wild hop scrub grew thickly, and the hidden ground was full
Of wombat holes, and any slip was death
But the man from Snowy River let the pony have his head
And he swung his stockwhip round and gave a cheer
And he raced him down the mountain like a torrent down its bed
While the others stood and watched in very fear

He sent the flint stones flying, but the pony kept his feet
He cleared the fallen timber in his stride
And the man from Snowy River never shifted in his seat 
It was grand to see that mountain horseman ride
Through the stringy barks and saplings, on the rough and broken ground
Down the hillside at a racing pace he went
And he never drew the bridle till he landed safe and sound
At the bottom of that terrible descent

He was right among the horses as they climbed the further hill
And the watchers on the mountain standing mute
Saw him ply the stockwhip fiercely, he was right among them still
As he raced across the clearing in pursuit
Then they lost him for a moment, where two mountain gullies met
In the ranges, but a final glimpse reveals
On a dim and distant hillside the wild horses racing yet
With the man from Snowy River at their heels

And he ran them single-handed till their sides were white with foam
He followed like a bloodhound on their track
Till they halted cowed and beaten, then he turned their heads for home
And alone and unassisted brought them back
But his hardy mountain pony he could scarcely raise a trot
He was blood from hip to shoulder from the spur
But his pluck was still undaunted, and his courage fiery hot
For never yet was mountain horse a cur

And down by Kosciusko, where the pine-clad ridges raise
Their torn and rugged battlements on high
Where the air is clear as crystal, and the white stars fairly blaze
At midnight in the cold and frosty sky
And where around the Overflow the reedbeds sweep and sway
To the breezes, and the rolling plains are wide
The man from Snowy River is a household word to-day
And the stockmen tell the story of his ride

Chi
((Adapted from: Qui (Charles Aznavour) - 1963))
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour - 1963/1964

Versions In Other Languages:
1967 - Quien (Charles Aznavour)
1968 - Who (Will Take My Place) (Dusty Springfield)



Chi ti aprira' le labbra
E nel possederti ti sorprendera'
Perche' ti rinnovi
E con lui tu trovi
Orizzonti nuovi di felicita'?

Chi rubera' il mio posto
Pur nel piu' nascosto
Sogno che tu fai
Quando, dominata
Nuovamente amata
Con una risata
Mi distruggerai?

Chi tendera' la mano
In cui mi annullero'?
Chi ti stara' vicino
Quando non ci saro'?
Chi della tua dolcezza
Con una carezza approfittera'
E con un addio coprira' l'oblio
Quello che fu mio
Quando me ne andro'?

E' sempre viva tra di noi
Un'assurda felicita'
Nonostante lo scarto fra
Le nostre eta'
Ma fino a quando me ne andro'
E un altro ti contemplera'
Una domanda i miei pensieri
Assillera'

Chi senza che protesti
Rifara' quei gesti
Riservati a me
Quando tu mi attendi
Quando tu mi prendi
Palpiti e ti tendi nell'offriti a me?

Chi scoprira' le risa
La follia improvvisa
E la serieta'
E berra' l'essenza
Della tua presenza
Che la mia partenza
Gli concedera'?

Chi lo potrebbe dire?
Chi mai lo scoprira'?
E io devo soffrire
Per chi ti prendera'
Con un nuovo "ti amo"
E con quel "ti amo"
Che ti stordira'
Nel dormirti accanto
Dopo che avrai pianto di felicita'
Mi riseppellira'

Reach For The Stars
Composer(s): Udo Jürgens; David West
Performer(s): Shirley Bassey



I reach for the stars when I reach for your love
For so far above me you always will be
Like a clown longs to be a king in a play
I long for the things that are so far away

I reach for the stars when I reach for your hand
But stars tumble down from the clouds to the land
When you come to my arms in that moment divine
all the stars in the sky are mine... are mine

I reach for the stars when I reach for your hand
But stars tumble down from the clouds to the land
When you come to my arms in that moment divine
all the stars in the sky are mine... are mine

Man From Manhattan
Composer(s): Eddie Howell
First release by: Eddie Howell - 1976



Hey little lady do you love me 
As much as you tell me you do 
Oh I'm not them man you think I am 
The game I've been playing is through 

Hey little girl do you trust me 
Oh I'm gonna tell you no lies 
I'm gonna come clean, don't make a scene
I've been hiding behind a disguise 

Oh I'm the man from Manhattan, ole 
The man with a price on his head (lots of money) 
The man from Manhattan, the surface is satin 
But the lining is laden with lead 

Oh I've been a fugitive too long 
Running away with my fame 
My enemies flee at the sight of me 
They shake at the sound of my name 

Cause I'm the man from Mahnattan, ole 
The man with a price on his head (go and get the deputy)
The man from Manhattan, the surface is satin
But the lining is laden with lead

Don't be afraid, it's only a dream (I'm only dreaming) 
An imaginary hero, a vision
I've seen (ah ah ah ah ah) Cuckoo 

Oh I know my true destination 
The day will eventaully come 
I tell you my friend I know my end (will be) 
When I'm standing alone in the sight of a gun 

Oh I'm the man from Manhattan, ole 
The man with a price on his head (lots of money) 
The man from Manhattan, the surface is satin 
But the lining is laden with lead 

Chi Non Lavora Non Fa L'amore
Composer(s): Adriano Celentano - Mike DelPrete
Performer(s): Adriano Celentano



"Chi non lavora non fa l'amore!"
Questo mi ha detto ieri mia moglie! 
Questo mi ha detto ieri mia moglie!
A casa stanco ieri ritornai
mi son seduto...niente c'era in tavola
arrabbiata lei mi grida che ho scioperato due giorni su tre...
Coi soldi che le dò non ce la fa più
ed ha deciso che, lei fa lo sciopero contro di me!
"Chi non lavora non fa l'amore!"
Questo mi ha detto ieri mia moglie!
Allora andai a lavorare
mentre eran tutti a scioperare!
E un grosso pugno in faccia mi arrivò
andai a piedi alla guardia medica!
C'era lo sciopero anche dei tranvai...
Arrivo lì, ma il dottore non c'è!
E' in sciopero anche lui! 
Che gioco è! 
Ma?!
Ma come finirà...c'è il caos nella città
Non so più cosa far! Se non sciopero mi picchiano
Se sciopero mia moglie dice
"Chi non lavora non fa l'amore!"
Dammi l'aumento signor padrone
così vedrai che in casa tua
e in ogni casa entra l'amore

Razzle In My Pocket
Composer(s): Ian Dury; Chas Jankel
Performer(s): Ian Dury & The Blockheads



In my yellow jersey, I went out on the nick
South Street Romford, shopping arcade
Got a Razzle magazine, I never paid
Inside my jacket and away double quick
Good sense told me, once was enough
But I had a cocky eye on more of this stuff
With the Razzle in my pocket, back to have another peek

Instead of being sneeky I strolled inside
I put my thieving hand on something rude
I walked right out with a silhouette of nudes
'Hold on sonny' said a voice at my side
'I think you've taken one of my books'
Passers by gave me dirty looks
'Not me mister' I bravely lied

We stopped by the window of a jeweller's shop
'If it's money for your lunch, I'd have given you a loan
Have you got any form, were you on your own?
Round to the station and we'll tell the cops'
'I'm ever so ashamed, it was wicked and rash
Here's the book back, and here's the cash
I never stole before, I promise I'll stop'

'Crime doesn't pay, you've got honest eyes
If we go to the law another thief is born
And I'll get the book back, creased and torn
So return what you've taken and apologise'
I gave him back his nudie book
I said I was sorry, I slung my hook
With the Razzle in my pocket as the second prize

The Man From Laramie
Composer(s): Lester Lee - Ned Washington
Performer(s): Jimmy Young
and multiple other artists



The man from Laramie
He was a man with a peaceful turn of mind
He was kind of sociable and friendly
Friendly as any man could be
But you never saw a man out-draw
The man from Laramie

The man from Laramie
He was a man with a warm and gentle heart
But when they'd start the arguing and fightin'
Frightenin' and lightning fast was he
There was no coyote who could outshoot
The man from Laramie

He had a flair for ladies
The ladies loved his air of mystery

The west will never see
A man with so many notches on his gun
Everyone admired the fearless stranger
Danger was this man's speciality
So they never bossed or double crossed
The man from Laramie

He had a flair for ladies
Now the ladies loved his air of mystery

The west will never see
A man with so many notches on his gun
Everyone admired the fearless stranger
Danger was this man's speciality
So they never bossed or double crossed
The man from Laramie

Chez Moi
Composer(s): Jean Féline - Paul Misraki
Performer(s): Lucienne Boyer
and multiple other artists



Tout en haut de la ville
Depuis trois ans déjà je vis
Il n'est pas grand mon domicile
Mais de ma fenêtre on voit Paris
Et le soir lorsque tout s'éclaire
On n'a pas besoin de bougies
Il fait comme ça bien assez clair
Et ça fait des économies...

Venez donc chez moi je vous invite
Y a d'la joie chez moi c'est merveilleux
À côté des étoiles j'habite à deux pas du ciel toujours bleu
J'attendrai chez moi votre visite
Là haut sous les toits dans mon logis
Tous les jours je reçois venez, venez vite
C'est gentil chez moi, venez-y...

Ce serait préférable
Si en hiver c'était chauffé
Et vraiment bien plus agréable
Si c'était plus frais en été...
Pour entrer faut baisser la tête
Il faut s'asseoir à l'intérieur
Mais on peut s'y conter fleurette
Et ça suffit à mon bonheur...

Venez donc chez moi je vous invite
Y a d'la joie chez moi c'est merveilleux
Il ne faut surtout pas qu'on hésite
L'escalier n'est pas dangereux
Le tapis est beau jusqu'au deuxième
Si on monte plus haut plus de tapis
Mais allez tout droit montez au sixième
C'est gentil chez moi, montez-y...

Il faut que je ramène
Un jour bientôt l'amour chez moi
Car j'ai là-haut bien trop de peine
À vivre tout seul sous mon toit
Je lui dirai "viens voir la vue
De ma fenêtre elle est bien mieux"
Quand il (elle) aura bien vu la rue
Je lui ferai fermer les yeux...

C'est gentil chez moi je vous invite
Vous serez pour moi le seul ami
Nous n'aurons plus jamais de visite
À la porte tous les ennuis
Nous serons heureux dans mon sixième
Il y a place pour deux dans mon logis
On comptera les fois où nous dirons "je t'aime"
Es-tu bien chez moi! Restons-y ...

Razzle Dazzle
Composer(s): John Kander; Fred Ebb; Bob Fosse
Performer(s): Chicago



Bailiff:
Mr. Flynn, his honor is here

Billy:
Thank you. Just a moment. You ready?

Roxie:
Oh Billy, I'm so scared!

Billy:
Roxie. You got nothing to worry about. It's all a circus, kid.
A three ring circus. These trial - the whole world - all show
business. But kid, you're working with a star, the biggest!

Give 'em the old razzle dazzle
Razzle dazzle 'em
Give 'em act with lots of flash in it
And the reaction will be passionate
Give 'em the old hocus pocus
Bread and feather 'em
How can they see with sequins in their eyes?

What if your hinges all are rusting?
What if, in fact, you're just disgusting ?

Razzle dazzle 'em
And they'll never catch wise!
Eh Eh Eh Eh
Ah! Ah! Ah!
Give 'em the old razzle dazzle

Billy and Company:
Razzle dazzle 'em
Give 'em a show that's so splendiferous

Billy:
Row after row will grow vociferous

Billy and Company:
Give 'em the old flim flam flummox
Fool and fracture 'em

Billy:
How can they hear the truth above the roar?

Billy and Company:
Throw 'em a fake and a finagle
They'll never know you're just a bagel,

Billy:
Razzle dazzle 'em
And they'll beg you for more!

Billy and Company:
Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!
Give 'em the old razzle dazzle
Razzle dazzle 'em
Back since the days of old Methuselah
Everyone loves the big bambooz-a-ler

Give 'em the old three ring circus
Stun and stagger 'em
When you're in trouble, go into your dance
Though you are stiffer than a girder
They let ya get away with a murder
Razzle dazzle 'em
And you've got a romance

Give 'em the old
Razzle dazzle

Billy:
Razzle dazzle 'em
Give 'em an act that's unassailable
They'll wait a year 'til your available!

Billy and Company:
Give 'em the old
Double whammy

Billy:
Daze and dizzy 'em
Show 'em the first rate sorcerer you are

Billy and Company:
Long as you keep 'em way off balance
How can they spot you got no talents?

Billy:
Razzle dazzle 'em

Company:
Razzle dazzle 'em

Billy:
Razzle dazzle 'em

Billy and Company:
And they'll make you a star!

The Man Comes Around
Composer(s): Johnny Cash
First release by: Johnny Cash - 2002
Covered by multiple other artists



There's a man going around taking names
And he decides who to free and who to blame
Everybody won't be treated all the same
There'll be a golden ladder reaching down
When the Man comes around

The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the terror in each sip and in each sup
Will you partake of that last offered cup?
Or disappear into the potter's ground
When the Man comes around

Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come

And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks

Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen will call his chickens home
The wise man will bow down before the thrown
And at His feet they'll cast their golden crowns
When the Man comes around

Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
Listen to the words long written down
When the Man comes around

Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come

And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks

In measured hundred weight and penny pound
When the Man comes around

Chez Moi
Composer(s): Gerry Goffin - Carole King - R. Revil - M. Simille
Performer(s): Dalida



Chez moi oh oh oh
Chez moi
Y avait le ciel bleu sur la mer
Le pain blanc comme le sable
Et le soleil rouge du désert
Oh oh oh le jasmin
Dans les branches
Ami de mes jeunes désirs
Mais je ne crois plus au retour
Car chez moi n'est qu'un souvenir

Y avait là l'odeur de la terre
Le vent chaud de notre plage
Ou tes lèvres avaient un goût amer

Je voudrais m'en aller
Loin des villes
Chez moi je voudrais revenir
Mais je ne crois plus au retour
Car je le sais
Qu'à tout jamais
Chez moi
N'est plus qu'un souvenir

Razzle Dazzle
Composer(s): Charles E. Calhoun
Performer(s): Bill Haley & His Comets



On your mark (on your mark!)
Get set (get set!)
Now ready (ready!) go!
Everybody razzle dazzle
Everybody razzle dazzle
Everybody razzle dazzle
If it's all night long
Now here's a dance (a-waka-do, waka-do)
Everyone can do (a-waka-do, waka-do)
It's the hipster's dance (a-waka-do, waka-do)
And the square cats too (a-waka-do, waka-do)
Won't you take a chance (a-waka-do, waka-do)
This is all you do (a-waka-do, waka-do)
You just take your baby
Don't you leave that spot
Then you dance like crazy
Give it all you got
That's the razzle dazzle
If your ready or not
On your mark (on your mark)
Get set (get set)
Now ready (ready) go!
Everybody razzle dazzle
Everybody razzle dazzle
Everybody razzle dazzle
If it's all night long

Let's get together (get together)
One, two and three (one, two and three)
Jumping to the setter (to the setter)
Just you and me (just you and me)
Put your best foot forward (waka-do, waka-do)
Baby can't you see (baby can't you see)
When you hear them holler
And you ain't nowhere
Honey, you just foller
'Cause we're sure not square
That's the razzle dazzle
Well, it's everywhere
On your mark (on your mark)
Get set (get set)
Now ready (ready) go!
Everybody razzle dazzle
Everybody razzle dazzle
Everybody razzle dazzle
If it's all night long
Everybody razzle dazzle
Everybody razzle dazzle
Everybody razzle dazzle
A-going on and off
If it's all night long
That's the razzle dazzle
Razzle dazzle song

The Mama Doll Song
Composer(s): Nat Simon - Charles Tobias
Performer(s): Patti Page



I once had a doll
That was all dressed in white
I called her my baby
And I'd hold her tight

Her eyes were so blue
And her cheeks were so red
But I loved her most of all
Each time she said...

Mama, mama, mama, mama
One little word she knew
Mama, mama, mama, mama
To me it meant, I love you

My dolly was waiting
When I'd want to play
And I always knew
What she wanted each day

I'd wash her and feed her
And put her to bed
But I'd never leave her
Until she said...

Mama, mama, mama, mama
One little word she knew
Mama, mama, mama, mama
To me it meant, I love you

Then came the time
I remember the day
I wrapped her in paper
And put her away

Now I've got a secret
Sometimes when I'm blue
I still get a thrill again
Listening to...

Mama, mama, mama, mama
One little word she knew
Mama, mama, mama, mama
To me it meant, I love you

Chez Max Coiffeur Pour Hommes
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg



Chez Max coiffeur pour hommes
Où un jour j'entrais comme
Par hasard me faire raser la couenne
Et rafraîchir les douilles
Je tombe sur cette chienne
Shampouineuse
Qui aussitôt m'aveugle par sa beauté païenne
Et ses mains savonneuses
Elle se penche et voilà ses doudounes
Comme deux rahat-loukoums
À la rose qui rebondissent sur ma nuque boum boum
Je pense à la fille du Calife
De la mille et deuxième nuit
Et sens la pointe d'un canif
Me percer le cœur je luis dis
"Petite je te sors ce soir ok"
Elle a d'abord un petit rire comme un hoquet
Puis sous le sirocco du séchoir
Dans mes cheveux
La petite garce laisse choir
"Je veux"

Razor Boy
Composer(s): Walter Becker; Donald Fagen
Performer(s): Steely Dan; Billy Goodrum



I hear you are singing a song of the past
I see no tears
I know that you know it may be the last
For many years
You'd gamble or give anything
To be in with the better half
But how many friends must I have
To begin with to make you laugh

Chorus:
Will you still have a song to sing
When the razor boy comes
And take your fancy things away
Will you still be singing it
On that cold and windy day

You know that the coming is so close at hand
You feel all right
I guess only women in cages can stand
This kind of night
I guess only women in cages
Can play down
The things they lose
You think no tomorrow will come
When you lay down
You can't refuse

The Maker Said Take Her
Composer(s): Mark Wright - Ron Rogers
Performer(s): Alabama



I was taught to believe
Never to doubt 
The man up above knew what he’s
Talking about
So when I heard that voice
So loud and clear
Speak to my heart 
I knew that she must be near
The maker said take her and love her forever
Take care of her for life
And treat her right
I never was the one 
To listen very well
I walk my own way
And felt what I felt
The further out of touch
With the master plan
Well she was like a flight to the promised land
The maker said take her and love her forever
Take care of her for life
Never forsake her don’t be a heart breaker
The maker said take her 
And treat her right
Just treat her right
He placed an angle in the palm of my hand
And for once in my life I obeied his commands
I’ll take her and love her forever
Take care of her for life
Never forsake her don’t be a heart breaker
The maker said take her 
And treat her right
Just treat her right
Just treat her right
Take care of her for life
Never forsake her don’t be no heart breaker
The maker said take her 
And treat her right
Just treat her right
For Life

Chez Madame Lolita
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday



J'irai dans la ville basse
Chez Madame Lolita
J'offrirai le champagne
À ses filles sans joie
On se fera la fête
Jusqu'au petit matin
J'irai dans la ville basse
Chez Madame Lolita

J'irai dans la ville gaie
J'irai chez Casino
Je prendrai mes souvenirs
Mon avenir et ma peau
Et je jouerai coup sec
Le tout sur le zéro
J'irai dans la ville basse
Chez Madame Lolita

Quand je serai trop vieux
Pour dire je t'aime et le faire
Quand je serai trop vieux
Pour espérer vivre vieux
Avant de quitter ici-bas
Avant de grimper au bon Dieu
Je ferai une de ces noubas
Chez Madame Lolita

J'irai dans la ville triste
Rue de la SPA
Je chercherai un chien
Un plus perdu que moi
Si je n'en trouve pas
J'irai voir côté chat
J'irai dans la ville triste
Rue de la SPA

Quand je serai trop vieux
Pour dire je t'aime et le faire
Quand je serai trop vieux
Pour espérer vivre vieux
Avant de quitter ici-bas
Avant de grimper au bon Dieu
Je ferai une de ces noubas
Chez Madame Lolita

Quand je serai trop vieux
Pour dire je t'aime et le faire
Quand je serai trop vieux
Pour espérer vivre vieux
Avant de quitter ici-bas
Avant de grimper au bon Dieu
Je ferai une de ces noubas
Chez Madame Lolita