Alguien Canto 
((Adapted from: Was Ich Dir Sagen Will (Udo Jürgens) - 1967))
Composer(s): Udo Jürgens - Joachim Fuchsberger - Leonardo Schultz
Performer(s): Matt Monro - 1968
and multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1967 - Che Vuoi Che Sia (Udo Jürgens)
1968 - The Music Played (Matt Monro)
1968 - E A Orquestra Tocou Uma Canção (Agnaldo Timóteo)
1968 - Rakkauden Jälkeen (Carola)
1969 - Bos Sokak (Ajda Pekkan)



Quizás no supe hablar cuando debí
hay algo en tu mirar que nunca vi
silencio sin piedad en vez de amor
mas cuando quise hablar alguien cantó

Juntos bailando van alrededor
mientras me iba yo frente a los dos
sentí que alguien habló y era tu voz
cuando te acarició alguien cantó

Y en la oscuridad de pronto comprendí
que mi orgullo fue el que cedio
Ya ves que sin querer yo mismo te guié
junto a su lado como antes ya pasó

Quizá no pude hablar cuando debí
mi mente controló mi corazón
el precio que pagué fue verte así
y cuando te abrazó, alguien cantó

Cuando perdí tu amor, alguien cantó

Chug-A-Lug
Composer(s): Mike Love - Gary Usher - Brian Wilson
Performer(s): The Beach Boys



Here a mug, there a mug, everybody chug-a-lug
Here a mug, there a mug, everybody chug-a-lug

Gary likes a girl's tight black pants
Larry knows he doesn't stand a chance
Carl says hurry up and order it quick
Dave gets out to chase that chick

Dennis wonders what's under the hood
A big chrome tach and it sounds real good
I go down to the root beer stand
And drink up all that I can

Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Cold beer, root beer
Here a mug, there a mug, everybody chug-a-lug

Brian's still glued to the radio
Louie's lookin' out the rear window
Guy's got around to orderin' fries
But root beer's my best buy

Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Cold beer, root beer
Here a mug, there a mug, everybody chug-a-lug

Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Cold beer, root beer
Here a mug, there a mug, everybody chug-a-lug

Root beer, need another mug now
Root beer, chug-a-lug-a-lug now
Root beer, need another mug now
Root beer, chug-a-lug-a-lug now
Root beer, need another mug now
Root beer, chug-a-lug-a-lug now

Refrain
(English & German Versions: Last Night; Refrain, Du Goldner Traum Aus Meiner Jugendzeit)
Composer(s): Géo Voumard; Gardaz
First performance by: Lys Assia - 1956



Refrain d'amour, ou ou ou ou
Refrain, couleur du ciel, parfum de mes vingt ans
Jardin plein de soleil où je courais enfant
Partout, je t'ai cherché‚ mon amoureux lointain
Guettant par les sentiers où tu prenais ma main

Les jours s'en sont allés et nous avons grandi
L'amour nous a blessés, le temps nous a guéris
Mais seule et sans printemps
Je cours en vain les bois, les champs
Dis souviens-toi, nos amours d'autrefois

Les années passent à tire d'ailes
Et sur les toits de mon ennui, coule la pluie
Où sont parties les caravelles
Volant mon coeur, portant mes rêves vers ton oubli?
J'aurais voulu que tu reviennes comme jadis
Porter des fleurs à ma persienne
Et ta jeunesse en mon logis

Refrain, couleur de pluie, regrets de mes vingt ans
Chagrin, mélancolie de n'être plus enfant
Mais seule et loin de toi, par les chemins où tu n'es pas
Je vais pleurant mes amours de vingt ans

Che Vuoi Che Sia
((Adapted from: Was Ich Dir Sagen Will (Udo Jürgens) - 1967))
Composer(s): Udo Jürgens - Joachim Fuchsberger - Franco Migliacci
Performer(s): Udo Jürgens - 1967

Versions In Other Languages:
1968 - The Music Played (Matt Monro)
1968 - Alguien Canto (Matt Monro)
1968 - E A Orquestra Tocou Uma Canção (Agnaldo Timóteo)
1968 - Rakkauden Jälkeen (Carola)
1969 - Bos Sokak (Ajda Pekkan)



Che vuoi che sia per me
soffrire un po’
se devi andare via
adesso vai
non ti richiamerò
come tu vuoi
e mentre te ne andrai
io canterò
A questo mondo sai
non tutto và
come vorremmo noi
non sempre và
non ti accarezzerò
come tu vuoi
e mentre te ne andrai
io canterò
Che vuoi che sia per me
soffrire un po’ di più
quante volte ho già pianto per te
per te che hai già
chi ti consolerà
in quanto a me
qualcosa accadrà
A questo mondo sai
non tutto và
come vorremmo noi
non sempre và
se scriverai o no
risponderò
se cercherai di me
non ci sarò

Chug-A-Lug
Composer(s): Roger Miller - Gary Usher - Brian Wilson
Performer(s): Roger Miller



Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
Make you want to holler hi-de-ho
Burns your tummy, don'tcha know
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug

Grape wine in a Mason jar
Homemade and brought to school
By a friend of mine 'n' after class
Me and him and this other fool decide that we'll drink up what's left
Chug-a-lug, so we helped ourself
First time for everything
Mm, my ears still ring

Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
Make you want to holler hi-de-ho
Burns your tummy, don'tcha know
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug

4-H and FFA on a field trip to the farm
Me 'n' a friend sneak off behind
This big old barn where we uncovered a covered-up moonshine still
And we thought we'd drink our fill
And I swallered it with a smile
*Bllll-bbbb*, I run ten mile

Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
Make you want to holler hi-de-ho
Burns your tummy, don'tcha know
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug

Jukebox 'n' sawdust floor
Sumpin' like I ain't never seen
And I'm just going on fifteen
But with the help of my finaglin' uncle I get snuck in
For my first taste of sin.
I said "Lemme have a big old sip"
*Bllll-bbbb*, I done a double back flip

Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
Make you want to holler hi-de-ho
Burns your tummy, don'tcha know
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug

Reflections Of My Life
Composer(s): William Campbell; Thomas McAleese
Performer(s): Marmalade;
and various other artists



The changing of sunlight to moonlight
Reflections of my life, oh, how they fill my eyes
The greetings of people in trouble
Reflections of my life, oh, how they fill my mind

All my sorrows, sad tomorrows
Take me back to my own home
All my cryings (all my cryings), feel I'm dying, dying
Take me back to my own home (oh I'm going home)

I'm changing, arranging, I'm changing
I'm changing everything, ah, everything around me
The world is a bad place, a bad place
A terrible place to live, oh, but I don't wanna die

All my sorrows, sad tomorrows
Take me back to my own home
All my cryings (all my cryings), feel I'm dying, dying
Take me back to my own home (oh I'm going home)

Rakkauden Jälkeen
((Adapted from: Was Ich Dir Sagen Will (Udo Jürgens) - 1967))
Composer(s): Udo Jürgens - Joachim Fuchsberger - Kari Tuomisaari
Performer(s): Carola - 1968

Versions In Other Languages:
1967 - Che Vuoi Che Sia (Udo Jürgens)
1968 - The Music Played (Matt Monro)
1968 - Alguien Canto (Matt Monro)
1968 - E A Orquestra Tocou Uma Canção (Agnaldo Timóteo)
1969 - Bos Sokak (Ajda Pekkan)



Ei väli pöytien lie pitkäkään
vaan pöydän viereisen mä tuskin nään
Sun kanssas’ jakaa sen nyt toinen voi
Mä yksin kuuntelen, kun kaukaa soi

Kun hänet tanssimaan sä pyydät noin
niin hetkeen seuraavaan mä nähdä voin
Sun sanas’ uskoo hän ja unelmoi
Mä tiedän enemmän, nyt teille soi

Sä olit elänyt jo mua ennenkin
Etkä tiennyt kuinka pelkäsin
sä että vertaisit mua muihin 
Mutta näin, mä syliin toisen sua työnsin sylistäin

Niin selvin sanoin sain mä kuulla sen
nyt että oisin vain - se entinen
Mä sua ymmärrän - en mitään voi
Nään teidän lähtevän, ja vielä soi

On tyhjää pimeää, vain jossain soi

Chuck E.'s In Love
Composer(s): Rickie Lee Jones
Performer(s): Rickie Lee Jones; Kymaera



How come he don't come and PLP with me 
Down at the meter no more?
And how come he turn off the T.V. 
And he hang that sign on the door?
Well we call and we call  
How come, we say
Hell, what could make a boy behave this away
Yeah, well he learned all of the lines now

And everytime he don't a s-stutter when he talks
And it's true, it's true 
He sure has acquired this kinda cool 
And inspired sort of jazz when he walks
Where's his jacket and his old blue jeans?
Hey, if this ain't healthy it is some kinda clean
Fact is that

Chuck E.'s in love 
Yeah, yeah
Chuck E.'s in love 
No, no, no
Chuck E.'s in love 
Ah, ah
That Chuck E.'s in

Well, I don't believe what you're saying to me
This is something, I've got to see
Is he here? 
I look for him in the pool hall
Well is he here?
I look in the drug store
Well is he here? 
No, he don't come here no more

Well I tell you what I saw him
He was sitting behind us down at the Pantages
And whatever it is that he's got up his sleeve
Well, I hope it isn't contagious
What's her name? 
Is that her there?
Oh Christ, I think he's even combed his hair
And is that her
Well then what's her name?
Oh, it's never gonna be the same
That's not her
I know what's wrong
Cause Chuck E.'s in love 
With the little girl singing this song
And don't you know

Chuck E.'s in love 
Yeah, yeah
Chuck E.'s in love 
No, no, no
Chuck E.'s in love 
Ah, ah
Chuck E.'s in
Chuck E.'s in love 
Chuck E.'s in love 
He's in love
No, ho, no
With me

Reflections
Composer(s): Brian Holland;
Lamont Dozier; Edward Holland Jr.
Performer(s): Diana Ross & The Supremes



Through the mirror of my mind
Time after time
I see reflections of you and me 

Reflections of
The way life used to be
Reflections of
The love you took from me

Oh, I'm all alone now
No love to shield me
Trapped in a world
That's a distorted reality

Happiness you took from me
And left me alone
With only memories

Through the mirror of my mind
Through these tears that I'm crying
Reflects a hurt I can't control
'Cause although you're gone
I keep holding on
To the happy times
Oh, when you were mine

As I peer through the window
Of lost time
Looking over my yesterdays 
And all the love I gave all in vain
(All the love) All the love
That I've wasted 
(All the tears) All the tears
That I've tasted
All in vain

Through the hollow of my tears
I see a dream that's lost
From the hurt
That you have caused

Everywhere I turn
Seems like everything I see
Reflects the love that used to be

In you I put
All my faith and trust
Right before my eyes
My world has turned to dust

After all the nights
I sat alone and wept
Just a handful of promises
Are all that's left of loving you

Reflections of
The way life used to be
Reflections of
The love you took from me

In you I put
All my faith and trust
Right before my eyes
My world has turned to dust...

The Music Of The Night
Composer(s): Andrew Lloyd Webber - Richard Stilgoe - Charles Hart
First performance by: Michael Crawford - 1986
Covered by multiple other artists



Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination
Silently the senses abandon their defences

Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendour
Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender
Turn your face away from the garish light of day
Turn your face away from cold, unfeeling light
And listen to the music of the night

Close you eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams
Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before
Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar
And you'll live as you've never lived before

Softly, deftly, music shall caress you
Hear it, feel it, secretly possess you
Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind
In this darkness which you know you cannot fight
The darkness of the music of the night

Let your mind start a journey through a strange, new world
Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before
Let your soul take you where you long to go
Only then can you belong to me

Floating, falling, sweet intoxication
Touch me, trust me, savour each sensation
Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in
To the harmony which dreams alone can write
The power of the music of the night

You alone can make my song take flight
Help me make the music of the night

The Music Of The Night
Composer(s): Andrew Lloyd Webber - Richard Stilgoe - Charles Hart
First performance by: Michael Crawford - 1986
Covered by multiple other artists



Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination
Silently the senses abandon their defences

Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendour
Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender
Turn your face away from the garish light of day
Turn your face away from cold, unfeeling light
And listen to the music of the night

Close you eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams
Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before
Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar
And you'll live as you've never lived before

Softly, deftly, music shall caress you
Hear it, feel it, secretly possess you
Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind
In this darkness which you know you cannot fight
The darkness of the music of the night

Let your mind start a journey through a strange, new world
Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before
Let your soul take you where you long to go
Only then can you belong to me

Floating, falling, sweet intoxication
Touch me, trust me, savour each sensation
Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in
To the harmony which dreams alone can write
The power of the music of the night

You alone can make my song take flight
Help me make the music of the night

Chronique Pour L'an 2000
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell



Peuple de l'an 2000
Je viens, braves gens
De la nuit des temps
Parler d'un passé
Peut-être oublié
Mais très excitant
Les hommes sur la Terre
S'aimaient comme des frères
Et leur seul but sacré
S'appelait tiercé
Qu'ils répudiaient parfois
Pour un beau porte-clés

C'est au milieu
De cette joie tranquille
Que se déclencha
La grande bataille
Qu'on appela terrible
Et qui opposa
Deux de nos idoles
Nommées dans le vent
Qui pour une mèche de cheveux
Aux poudres mirent le feu
Partageant la planète
En deux clans très curieux

Beatniks et antis
Tels étaient leurs slogans
Guitares et ciseaux
Leurs seules armes
Du moment
Moi qui n'était que bon enfant
Je fus nommé sur le champ
Arbitre pour ce match sanglant

Rejetant mes conseils
Maintes fois prodigués
La lutte a continué
Ils préféraient se battre
Refusant de penser
Que venant les années
À quarante ans leurs crânes
Seraient désertés
Mais ils me rétorquaient 
"Toi reste dans ton coin
Et laisse-nous profiter
De cette publicité"

Beatniks et antis
Tels étaient leurs slogans
Guitares et ciseaux
Leurs seules armes
Du moment
Les Casques Bleus furent débordés
Les lois de la guerre renversées
Oui, le Monde fut bouleversé

La morale de cette chronique
Est simple à constater 
Les cheveux sont ingrats
À quoi bon les chanter?
Braves gens de l'An 2000
Je ne vous souhaite pas
Cette guerre civile
Terrible qui un jour nous arriva!

Reflected
Composer(s): Michael Bruce; Glen Buxton;
Alice Cooper; Dennis Dunaway; Neal Smith
Performer(s): Alice Cooper; Dramarama



Look upstanding with your head held high
You will be reflected
You look outstanding with your eyes in disguise
Just beyond your mask-qes

Holy, Hollywood (he), it's divine
I'm surely glad, I'm surely all the time
And even though I'm, you will always hear

Very rarely worry upmost constantly
Could you be receptive
Our life's outstanding in a shower please
Wet my skids a plenty

Baby, what a day all over town
I'm surely glad, I'm surely all around
And even since I knew, it's all so clear

You will be reflected
You will be reflected
You will be reflected
You will be reflected, reflected

Yeah...

The Music Goes Round And Round
Composer(s): Mike Riley - Eddie Farley
Performer(s): Riley-Farley & The Onyx Club Boys
and multiple other artists



I blow thru here
The music goes 'round and around
Whoa-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho
And it comes out here

I push the first valve down
The music goes down and around
Whoa-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho
And it comes out here

I push the middle valve down
The music goes down around below
Below, below, deedle-dee-ho-ho-ho
Listen to the jazz come out

I push the other valve down
The music goes 'round and around
Whoa-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho
And it comes out here

Chrome
Composer(s): Joe Jackson
Performer(s): Joe Jackson Band



You always were the special one
The breath of air, the heap of fun
You always had a kind of light
That might dismay or might delight

I thought about you all along
I used to doubt you
Guess I was wrong

Now you shine like chrome
You’re a star and bold like chrome
And from Tokyo to Rome
We’re all aware of you
Now you shine like chrome
You’re so hard and cold like chrome
And I’d like to take you home
But I’m scared of you

It’s nice to see you looking well
I know your age, but I won’t tell
You always had a kind of glow
You’re luminous
But I guess you know

I see it clearly
You’re gonna shine
I never really thought you’d be mine

Now you shine like chrome
You’re a star and bold like chrome
And from Tokyo to Rome
We’re all aware of you
Now you shine like chrome
You’re so hard and cold like chrome
And I’d like to take you home
But I’m scared of you

Reet Petite And Gone
Composer(s): Louis Jordan; Julia Lee
Performer(s): Louis Jordan;
and various other artists



I got a girl who beats 'em all
She isn't too short and she isn't too tall
She's in the groove and she's right on the ball
'Cause she's reet, petite and gone 

Oh what a babe, she's the tops
When we go out they don't need traffic cops
'Cause one look at her and the traffic stops
She is reet, petite and gone

When the boys all gather 'round at night to have a ball
Now that I've got this fine gal, I don't pay no mind at all

No more nights at sloppy Joe's
No more bettin' on the nose
I'll give up all my fancy clothes
'Cause she's reet, petite and gone

This time I'm gonna do things right
Never let my baby out of my sight
We'll tie the knot and tie it tight
'Cause she's reet, petite and gone

Got some money in my jeans
Feeling like a man of means
But I'll give up all those other queens
'Cause she's reet, petite and gone 

That chick has really changed my attitude
Whenever I gaze on her pulchritude
I'm telling you boys, she's so mighty fine
She's got me all wrapped up like a ball of twine

All the other girls, they leave me cold
You can't compare brass to fourteen-carat gold
When they made her, they broke the mold
She is reet, petite and gone

I got a girl who beats 'em all
She isn't too short and she isn't too tall
She's in the groove and she's right on the ball
'Cause she's reet, petite and gone

The Muppet Show Theme
Composer(s): Jim Henson - Sam Pottle
Performer(s): The Muppets
and multiple other artists



It's time to play the music
It's time to light the lights
It's time to meet the Muppets on the Muppet Show tonight

It's time to put on makeup
It's time to dress up right
It's time to raise the curtain on the Muppet Show tonight

Why do we always come here
I guess we'll never know
It's like a kind of torture
To have to watch the show

And now let's get things started
Why don't you get things started
It's time to get things started
On the most sensational inspirational celebrational Muppetational
This is what we call the Muppet Show

Christopher Columbus
Composer(s): Terry Gilkyson
Performer(s): Guy Mitchell; Terry Gilkyson



(Let me fly, fly, fly stormy water
Let me walk on the bottom of the rollin’ sea
Let me run, run, run around this great and fertile land
‘Cos this world ain’t big enough for me)
Columbus say to the Spanish King
“I’ll let you in on a mighty fine thing
I aim to prove that the world is round
United States ain’t never been found”
(United States ain’t never been found)
“Now gimme ships,” old Columbus say
“I’ll sail to China the shorter way”
The king, he say “This world is flat
Sail too far and where you at?”
Let me fly, fly, fly stormy water
Let me walk on the bottom of the rollin’ sea
(Let me run, run, run around this great and fertile land
‘Cos this world ain’t big enough for me, oh no)
The world ain’t big enough for me
Now Queen Isabella, she gave heed
Said “Go buy the ships you need
Take my jewels but travel slow
‘Cos you might fall down to the world below.”
(Might fall down to the world below)
Crew was a-yellin’ “Turn back home
We ain’t ready for the Kingdom Come”
Look-out hollered, “Land I see,
Why there’s the Statue of Liberty”
Let me fly, fly, fly stormy water
Let me walk on the bottom of the rollin’ sea
Oh, let me run, run, run around this great and fertile land
‘Cos this world ain’t big enough for me
(Oh no)
The world ain’t big enough for me
Now all of the Indians come out then
To welcome Chris and the hungry men
“Step right up and have a little bite
And the Rotary meets on Monday night”
(Rotary meets on a Monday night)
Columbus sailed right home again
Ship load of gold for the Queen of Spain
King, he say, a-kickin’ at the ground
“Always know’d that the world was round”
Let me fly, fly, fly stormy water
Let me walk on the bottom of the rollin’ sea
(Let me run, run, run around this great and fertile land
‘Cos this world ain’t big enough for me Oh no)
The world ain’t big enough for me
The world... Ain’t big enough...
For me

Reet Petite
Composer(s): Berry Gordy Jr.; Tyran Carlo
Performer(s): Jackie Wilson;
and various other artists



Well, lookabout, lookabout
lookabout, lookabout, oooooh-weee
Lookabout, lookabout, lookabout, oooooo-weee
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooooo-weee

Well, she's so fine, fine, fine
She's so fine, fa-fa-fine
She's so fi-i-i-i-i-ine
She's so fine, fine, fine
She's really sweet, the finest girl you ever wanna meet

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Rrrr-Reet Petite, the finest girl you ever wanna meet

Well, have you ever seen a girl for whom your soul you'd give
For whom you'd fight for, die for, pray to
God you'd lie for
She's so fine, she's so fine, she's really sweet
The finest girl you ever wanna meet

Well, she really fills her clothes from her head to toe
I want the world
to know, I love her, love her so
She's alright, she's alright, she's alright
She loves me all the day and night

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Rrrr-Reet Petite, the finest girl you ever wanna meet
Oooohhhh

Well, she's like honey from a bee
And like peaches from a tree
I love her, need her to be so close to me
She's alright, she's got what it takes
She's got what it takes and with a-me she really rates

Well, oh, now she's my cutie, my tutti fruitti,
My heart, my love, my bathin' beauty
She's alright, she's got just what
it takes
She's got what it takes and with a-me she really rates

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Rrrr-Reet Petite, the finest girl you ever wanna meet
Rrrr-Reet Petite, the finest girl you ever wanna meet
Rrrr-Reet Petite, the finest girl you ever wanna meet

Did My Heart Beat?
Composer(s): Benee Russell - George W. Meyer - Pete Wendling
Performer(s): Pat O'Malley



Did my heart beat
The moment that I looked at you
Did my heart beat
And say that no-one else would do
Just one little stumble
Did I take a tumble
And did I fall in love

Was my face red
I hardly knew just what to say
Was my face red
I must have shown it every way
Just one little stumble
Did I take a tumble
And did I fall in love

We talked awhile of this and that
The night was so divine
We walked awhile and then we sat
Then suddenly your lips met mine

Did I run home
And tell it to the family
Did I run home
To tell them you belong to me
Just one little stumble
Did I take a tumble
And did I fall in love