The Snowman
Composer(s): Phillip Crosby
Performer(s): Bing Crosby; Frank Sinatra



On a Christmas Eve a happy snowman
Stood and dreamed beside a cottage door
How the children loved their friend the snowman
And the funny fedora he wore

When they said goodnight they told the snowman
That a gift for him was on the tree
So he called himself a lucky snowman
Just like one of the family was he

The cottage porch looked beautiful and bright
The holly wreath was turned on for the night
When all at once it caught on fire and fell
He couldn't knock, he couldn't ring the bell
He couldn't run for help, he couldn't call
But then he had to save the children after all

He knew he'd melt away, and yet the snowman
Threw himself across the burning floor
How the children missed their friend the snowman
But they'll always remember him for
A heart that was brave and the joy that he gave
And the funny fedora he wore

The Seventh Son 
Composer(s): Willie Dixon - Willie Mabon
First release by: Willie Mabon - 1955
Covered by multiple other artists



Everybody's talking about the seventh son 
In the whole wide world there is only one 

And I'm the one, I'm the one 
I'm the one, I'm the one 
The one they call the seventh son 

I can tell your future, it will come to pass 
I can do things to you make your heart feel glad 
Look in the sky, predict the rain 
Tell when a woman's got another man 

I'm the one, oh I'm the one 
I'm the one, I'm the one 
The one they call the seventh son 

I can talk these words that will sound so sweet 
They will even make your little heart skip a beat 
Heal the sick, raise the dead 
Make the little girls talk out of their heads 

I'm the one, oh I'm the one 
I'm the one, I'm the one 
The one they call the seventh son 

I can talk these words that will sound so sweet 
They will even make your little heart skip a beat 
Heal the sick, raise the dead 
And make the little girls talk out of their heads 

I'm the one, oh I'm the one 
I'm the one, I'm the one 
The one they call the seventh son 

I'm the one, hey, hey 
I'm the one 
Oh, I'm the one, babe 
Oooo, I'm the one 
I'm the one, I'm the one 
The one they call the seventh son 
I'm the one, I'm the one 
The one they call the seventh son

Coeur De Loup
Composer(s): Philippe Lafontaine; Juan D'Oultremont
Originally performed by: Philippe Lafontaine



Cœur de Loup
Pas le temps de tout lui dire
Pas le temps de tout lui taire
Juste assez pour tenter la satyre
Qu'elle sente que j'veux lui plaire
Sous le pli de l'emballage
La lubie de faufiler
La folie de rester sage si elle veut
De n'pas l'embrasser
Quand d'un coup d'aile se déplume
Mon œillet luit fait de l'œil
Même hululer sous la lune ne m'fait pas peur
Pourvu qu'elle veuille

Je n'ai qu'une seule envie
Me laisser tenter
La victime est si belle
Et le crime est si gai

Pas besoin de beaucoup
Mais pas de peu non plus
Par le biais d'un billet fou
Lui faire savoir que j'n'en peux plus
C'est le cas du kamikaze
C'est l'abc du condamné
Le légionnaire qui veut l'avantage des voyages
Sans s'engager
Elle est si frêle esquive
Sous mes bordées d'amour
Je suppose qu'elle suppose
Que je l'aimerai toujours
Le doigts sur l'aventure
Le pied dans l'inventaire
Même si l'affaire n'est pas sûre
Ne pas s'enfuir
Ne pas s'en faire

Je n'ai qu'une seule envie
Me laisser tenter
La victime est si belle
Et le crime est si gai

Cœur de loup
Peur du lit
Séduis-la
Sans délais
Suis le swing
C'est le coup de gong du king 
Bong!
Cœur de loup
M'as-tu lu
L'appel aux
Gais délits
Sors du ring
C'est le coup de gong du king 
Bong!

Pas le temps de tout lui dire
Ni de quitter la scène
Yep! Elle aura beau rougir
De toute façon il faut qu'elle m'aime
Je n'ai qu'un seule envie
Me laisser tenter......................

Cœur de loup
Peur du lit
Séduis-la
Sans délai
Où elle est
O La La
Beau colis
Joli lot
Cœur de loup
M'as-tu lu
L'appel aux
Gais délits
En dit long
Mets l'hola
C'est joli
Quand c'est laid

Rickety Tickety Tin
Composer(s): Tom Lehrer
Performer(s): The Womenfolk



About a maid I'll sing a song ... sing rickety tickety tin
About a maid I'll sing a song who didn't have her family long
Not only did she do them wrong
She did very one of them in, them in, she did every one of them in

Her mother she could never stand ... sing rickety tickety tin
He mother she could never stand and so a cyanide soup she planned
The mother died with a spoon in her hand, 
And her face in a hideous grin, a grin, her face in a hideous grin

One morning in a fit of pique ... sing rickety tickety tin
One morning in a fit of pique she pushed her father in the creek
the water tasted bad for a week, and we had to make do with gin
with gin, we had to make do with gin

She set her sister's hair on fire ... sing rickety tickety tin
She set her sister's hair on fire and as the smoke and flames rose higher
She danced around the funeral pyre, playing a violin, 'olin, playing a violin

She weighted her bother down with stones
She weighted her bother down with stones and sent him off to Davy Jones
All they ever found were some bones and occasional pieces of skin
of skin, ocasional pieces of skin

One day when she had nothing to do .... sing rickety tickety tin
One day when she had nothing to do she cut her baby brother in two
And served him up as an irish stew, and invited the neighbours in
'bours in, invited the neighbours in

And when at last the police came by ... sing rickety tickety tin
And when at last the police came by her little pranks she did not deny
For to do so she would have had to lie, and lying she knew was a sin
a sin, lying she knew was a sin

My tragic tale I won't prolong ... sing rickety tickety tin
My tragic tale I won't prolong and if you do not enjoy my song
You've yourself to blame if it's too long, you should never have let me begin, begin 
you should never have let me begin

Do You Love Me
Composer(s): Harry Ruby
Performer(s): Dick Haymes
and multiple other artists



Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Tell me do you?
Do I really mean the whole world to you?
Do you get a glimpse of heaven
When your lips meet mine?
Do nightly dreams of me pursue you?
Do I thrill you? Do I thrill you?
Do I thrill you when I cuddle closer to you?
Was your life a bore before I knew you?
Tell me do I send that certain feeling surging through you?
If you love me, tell me that you do

Do I thrill you? Do I thrill you?
Do I thrill you when I cuddle closer to you?
Was your life a bore before I knew you?
Tell me do I send that certain feeling surging through you?
If you love me, tell me that you do

The Seventh Seal
Composer(s): Alex Van Halen - Eddie Van Halen - Michael Anthony - Sammy Hagar
Performer(s): Van Halen



Walk me down to the wishing well 
help me find that miracle 
splash that holy water on me 
drown my faith in trinity, yeah! 
oh yeah 
Little by little, gonna get it, I swear 
one more piece of the puzzle, I'm there 
gotta get lucky gotta get that done 
little bit of luck never hurt no one 
come on take me down, down, down...
I'm in a cold sweat 
Lord don't let me drown, drown, drown, drown 
in mother earth's soul, yet 
under darken skies 
we'll see the light 
broken now I can't help but feel 
someone cracked the seventh seal 
nothing sacred, nothing left unturned 
when nothing's simple then nothing's learned 
so take me down to the virgin spring 
wash away my suffering, oh 
splash that holy water on me 
wash my eyes so I can see 
come on take me down, down, down...
I'm in a cold sweat 
Lord don't let me drown, drown, drown, drown 
in mother earth's soul, not yet 
Lord I think I found, found, found... 
my mother lode, hey 
down, down, down, down, down, down 
take me down, down, down, down...
take me 

Coeur De Dieu
Composer(s): Soeur Sourire (The Singing Nun)
Performer(s): Jeanine Deckers



Dans le coeur de Dieu
J'ai trouvé tous les amours du monde
Dans le coeur de Dieu
Les amitiés des hommes
Dans le coeur de Dieu
J'ai trouvé tous les amours du monde
Qui chantaient, qui dansaient,
Dans le coeur de Dieu
Tous les fiancés de la terre
Sont nés de l'amour de Dieu
Et leur route de lumière
Les conduit au coeur de Dieu
Toutes les amitiés du monde
Les éveille au joies de Dieu
Toutes les vies de prière
Sont nées de l'amour de Dieu
Elles vont pauvres et légères
Consacrées au coeur de Dieu

Richland Women Blues
Composer(s): Mississippi John Hurt
Performer(s): Mississippi John Hurt



Give me red lipstick and a bright poppy rouge
A shinglebob haircut and a shot of good booze

Chorus:
Hurry down sweet Daddy, come blowin' your horn
If you come too late your mama will be gone

Come along young man, everything's settin right
My husband gone away 'til late Saturday night

Now I'm rarin' to go, got red shoes on my feet
My mind is set right for tin lizzy seat

Stop at the fashion shop, get the one that looks best
Your own sweet mama wants a brand new dress

Red rooster says, "Cockadoodle do doo"
The Richland women say, "Any dude will do"

Every Sunday morning, church watchin' me go
My wings sprouted out, the preacher told me so

With rosy red garters and pink hose on my feet
Turkey-red bloomer with a rumble seat

Dress skirt high, then they cut low
Don't think I'm a sport, keep on watchin' me go

The Snake
Composer(s): Oscar Brown Jr.
First release by: Oscar Brown Jr. - 1963
Covered by multiple other artists



On her way to work one morning
Down the path along side the lake
A tender hearted woman saw a poor half frozen snake
His pretty colored skin had been all frosted with the dew
"Poor thing," she cried, "I'll take you in and I'll take care of you"
"Take me in tender woman
Take me in, for heaven's sake
Take me in, tender woman," sighed the snake

She wrapped him all cozy in a comforter of silk
And laid him by her fireside with some honey and some milk 
She hurried home from work that night and soon as she arrived 
She found that pretty snake she'd taken to had bee revived
"Take me in, tender woman 
Take me in, for heaven's sake
Take me in, tender woman," sighed the snake

She clutched him to her bosom, "You're so beautiful," she cried
"But if I hadn't brought you in by now you might have died"
She stroked his pretty skin again and kissed and held him tight 
Instead of saying thanks, the snake gave her a vicious bite
"Take me in, tender woman 
Take me in, for heaven's sake
Take me in, tender woman," sighed the snake
"I saved you," cried the woman
"And you've bitten me, but why?
You know your bite is poisonous and now I'm going to die"
"Oh shut up, silly woman," said the reptile with a grin 
"You knew damn well I was a snake before you took me in 
"Take me in, tender woman 
Take me in, for heaven's sake
Take me in, tender woman," sighed the snake

September Of My Years
Composer(s): Sammy Cahn - James Van Heusen
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra
and multiple other artists



One day you turn around, and it's summer
Next day you turn around, and it's fall
And suddenly, all the springs and winters of a lifetime
Whatever happened to them all

As a man, who has always had the wandering ways
Now I'm looking back on yesterdays
'Til a long forgotten love appears

And I find, I'm sighing softly as I near
September, the warm September of my years

As a man, who has never paused at wishing wells
Now I'm watching children's carousels
And their laughter's music to my ears

And I find, I'm smiling gently as I near
September, the warm September of my years
The golden warm September of my years

Coeur Blessé
English Title: Broken Heart
Composer(s): Georges Aber; John D. Loudermilk; Ralph Siegel
Performer(s): Petula Clark



Cœur blessé, torturé
par tout le mal que tu m'as fait
au fond c'était perdu d'avance
il ne reste aucune chance
alors adieu moi je m'en vais

J'ai le cœur blessé
à tout jamais
il y a de quoi vous rendre fou
quand on a tout perdu d'un coup
adieu je m'en vais le cœur gros
il faut croire que c'était trop beau

Cœur blessé, torturé
par tout le mal que tu m'as fait
rien ne pourra calmer ma peine
je sais, quoi qu'il advienne
je ne pourrai plus t'oublier

J'ai le cœur blessé
à tout jamais...

Richard Cory
Composer(s): Paul Simon
Performer(s): Simon & Garfunkel;
and various other artists



They say that Richard Cory
Owns one-half of this here town
With political connections
Spread his wealth around

Born into society, a banker's only child
He had everything a man could want
Power, grace and style

But I, work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm livin'
And I curse my poverty
That I wish that I could be
Yeah, I wish that I could be
Lord, I wish that I could be, Richard Cory

Paper's print his pictures
Almost everywhere he go
Richard Cory at the opera
Richard Cory at the show

And the rumours of his a-parties
And the orgies on his yacht
Well, he surely must be happy
With everythang that he has got

But I, work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm livin'
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be
I wish that I could be, yea-ah
I wish that I could be, Richard Cory

He freely gave to charity
And had that common touch
They were grateful for his patronage
And thanked him very much

So my mind was filled with wonder
When the evenin' headlines read
That Richard Cory went home last night
And put a bullet through his head, hu

But I, I, I, work in his factory
And I, I don't don't dig the life I'm livin'
And I don't dig my poverty
And I wish that I could be
Yeah, an' I wish that I could be
Well, wish that I could be, Richard Cory

Ay-hey, I wish that I could be
I wish that I could be
Sometime, I wish that I could be
A-just like a-Richard Cory
Just li-iiiiiiike, a-Richard Cory
A-Richard Cory

A-Richard Cory
Just like Richard Cory

The Smiths And The Jones
Composer(s): K. Twomey - A. Goodhart - I. Joseph
Performer(s): Flanagan & Allen



Who’s building the ships, who’s buying the planes
Who’s manning the tanks and the guns?
It’s the Smiths and the Jones
And the Kellys and Cohens
They’re all democracy’s sons

Who fights in the north, who fights in the south
Who fights in the east and the west?
It’s the Smiths and the Jones
And the Kellys and Cohens
They’re all democracy’s best

Oh they won’t be back till they attack
While there’s a job that must be done

Who’s sweethearts will yearn until they return
And who’ll be the happiest one?
But the Smiths and the Jones
And the Kellys and Cohens
They’re all democracy’s sons

We the people are working night and day
To set the whole world free
And when I say “we”, it’s easy to see
that I mean you and me

Who’s building the planes? Who’s building the tanks?
Who’s launching the ships by the ton?
It’s the Smiths and the Jones
And the Kellys and Cohens
They’re all democracy’s sons

Their aim is the same so what’s in a name
There’s just one desire to win
And the Smiths and the Jones
And the Kellys and Cohens
They’ve just begun to begin

Oh. They never stop till they’re on top
Why there’s a job that must be done

Who’s paying the tax? Who’s buying the bombs?
Who’s filling the treasury funds
It’s the Smiths and the Jones
And the Kellys and Cohens
They’re all democracy’s sons

Right is on their side, they’ll fight with pride
And bring us victory

And last but not least they’ll mop up in the east
And then the united has won
With the Smiths and the Jones
And the Kellys and Cohens
They’re all democracy’s sons

Prends La Vie Comme Elle Vient
((Adapted from: Do What You Do, Do Well (Ned Miller) - 1964))
((Danish Version: Gør Hvad Du Kan (Gustav Winckler) - 1965))
Composer(s): Ned Miller - Georges Aber - Claude Carrère
Performer(s): Sheila - 1966



La maison de tes rêves
Est en train de brûler
Elle s'en va en fumée,
Alors, qu'est-ce que tu ferais
Si cela devait arriver?

Prends la vie comme elle vient, oui
Prends la vie comme elle vient
C'est le secret de grand-père qui disait 
Mais oui, prends la vie comme elle vient

Tu viens de faire fortune
Mais dans un jeu d'enfer
D'un seul coup, tu la perds
Dis, qu'est-ce que tu vas faire?
Te voilà dans la misère

Prends la vie comme elle vient, oui
Prends la vie comme elle vient
C'est le secret de grand-père qui disait 
Mais oui, prends la vie comme elle vient

Si ton amour te quitte
Vas-tu t'avouer vaincu?
Ton coeur n'en peut plus
Alors que fais-tu?
Ne dis pas "Tout est perdu"

Prends la vie comme elle vient, oui
Prends la vie comme elle vient
C'est le secret de grand-père qui disait 
Mais oui, prends la vie comme elle vient

Si tout cela t'arrive
Avec tous ces malheurs
Si tu en sors vainqueur
Ce jour-là, pas d'erreur
Tu auras droit au bonheur

Prends la vie comme elle vient, oui
Prends la vie comme elle vient
C'est le secret de grand-père qui disait 
Mais oui, prends la vie comme elle vient

Prends la vie comme elle vient

Code Of Love
Composer(s): Gary Kemp
Performer(s): Spandau Ballet



He put so much into her life
She took so much out of his
It was a crucial assignment
No-one ever asked for this
It was a little confusing
He thought he knew what to do
But now they’re walking in silence
Little girl, and soldier blue
Well she wrote you a song saying that she approved
But you didn’t understand
And when love comes along it’s just a catcher in the rye
It’s hard to make those long term plans
Well it’s the code of love
You don’t understand her
Well it’s the code of love
You could never ask for more
They made a certain agreement
He’s bound to do what he’s told
He ran back home with the message
Screwed up in a pocket cold
She sat at home with her reason
A sour note and a tear
But love comes home for the season
Breaking down the walls of fears
Well it’s the code of love
You don’t understand her
Well it’s the code of love
You could never ask for more

Richard
Composer(s): Léo Ferré
Performer(s): Léo Ferré; Marc Robine



Les gens
il conviendrait de ne les connaître que disponibles
A certaines heures pâles de la nuit
Près d'une machine à sous, avec des problèmes d'hommes simplement
Des problèmes de mélancolie
Alors, on boit un verre, en regardant loin derrière la glace du comptoir
Et l'on se dit qu'il est bien tard...

Richard, ça va?

Nous avons eu nos nuits comme ça moi et moi
Accoudés à ce bar devant la bière allemande
Quand je nous y revois des fois je me demande
Si les copains de ces temps-là vivaient parfois

Richard, ça va?

Si les copains cassaient leur âme à tant presser
Le citron de la nuit dans les brumes pernod
Si les filles prenaient le temps de dire un mot
A cette nuit qui les tenait qui les berçait

Richard, ça va?

A cette nuit comme une sœur de charité
Longue robe traînant sur leurs pas de bravade
Caressant de l'ourlet les pâles camarades
Qui venaient pour causer de rien ou d'amitié
Nous avons eu nos nuits...

Richard eh! Richard!

Les gens, il conviendrait de ne les connaître que disponibles
A certaines heures pâles de la nuit
Près d'une machine à sous avec des problèmes d'hommes, simplement
Des problèmes de mélancolie
Alors on boit un verre en regardant loin derrière la glace du comptoir
Et l'on se dit qu'il est bien tard...

Richard! encore un p'tit pour la route?
Richard! encore un p'tit pour la route?
Eh! m'sieur Richard encore un p'tit pour la route?
Allons! Richard... Richard... encore un p'tit!

The Smile You Smile
Composer(s): Van Morisson
Performer(s): Van Morrison



The smile you smile as you and I, see through your laughing eyes
The smile you smile as you and I, see through your laughing eyes
O baby, in the whirlpool of them
I can be in paradise

I go roamin' in the gloamin ever and a day with you
O yes we will, I go roamin' in the gloamin' ever and a day with you

O baby, and sit between the stars and say
That's my point of view

O yes - I, I, I, I, I love you
I, I, I, I, I love you 

In the purple heather, on a hillside, mountain fog will stray
O yeah, in the purple heather, on a hillside, mountain fog will stray

O yeah, and chase the coloured the grass
Around us in the same old way

I, I, I, I, I love you, baby
I, I, I, I, I love you, O baby

The Seine
Composer(s): Irving Burgess
Performer(s): The Kingston Trio; The Four Preps



One night along the river at Saint-Germain-des-Prés 
I first met my beloved at a small sidewalk café
We walked along the river, the shadows passing by 
But we only saw each other, the shining water and the sky

The Seine, the Seine, when will I again meet her there 
Greet her there on the moonlit banks of the Seine?

Standing there across the river, mid sound of horn and tram
In all her quiet beauty, the cathedral Notre Dame
And as we passed beside her, I said a little prayer 
That when this dream was over, I'd awake and find you there

The Seine, the Seine, when will I again meet her there 
Greet her there on the moonlit banks of the Seine?

We walked along the river, 'till dawn was coming nigh 
Beneath the Eiffel Tower we said our last good-bye
There on that splendid morning, I left you all in tears 
And the beauty of that hour will shine within me through the years

The Seine, the Seine, when will I again meet her there 
Greet her there on the moonlit banks of the Seine?

The Seine, the Seine
When will I again meet her there on the Seine?

Coda Di Lupo
Composer(s): Massimo Bubola; Fabrizio De André
Originally performed by: Fabrizio De André 
Covered by various other artists



Quando ero piccolo m'innamoravo di tutto correvo dietro ai cani
e da marzo a febbraio mio nonno vegliava
sulla corrente di cavalli e di buoi
sui fatti miei sui fatti tuoi

e al dio degli inglesi non credere mai

E quando avevo duecento lune e forse qualcuna è di troppo
rubai il primo cavallo e mi fecero uomo
cambiai il mio nome in "Coda di lupo"
cambiai il mio pony con un cavallo muto

e al loro dio perdente non credere mai

E fu nella notte della lunga stella con la coda
che trovammo mio nonno crocifisso sulla chiesa
crocifisso con forchette che si usano a cena
era sporco e pulito di sangue e di crema

e al loro dio goloso non credere mai

E forse avevo diciott'anni e non puzzavo più di serpente
possedevo una spranga un cappello e una fionda
e una notte di gala con un sasso a punta
uccisi uno smoking e glielo rubai

e al dio della scala non credere mai

Poi tornammo in Brianza per l'apertura della caccia al bisonte
ci fecero l'esame dell'alito e delle urine
ci spiegò il meccanismo un poeta andaluso
- Per la caccia al bisonte - disse - Il numero è chiuso

E a un Dio a lieto fine non credere mai

Ed ero già vecchio quando vicino a Roma a Little Big Horn
capelli corti generale ci parlò all'università
dei fratelli tutte blu che seppellirono le asce
ma non fumammo con lui non era venuto in pace

e a un dio fatti il culo non credere mai

E adesso che ho bruciato venti figli sul mio letto di sposo
che ho scaricato la mia rabbia in un teatro di posa
che ho imparato a pescare con le bombe a mano
che mi hanno scolpito in lacrime sull'arco di Traiano
con un cucchiaio di vetro scavo nella mia storia
ma colpisco un po' a casaccio perchè non ho più memoria

e a un dio senza fiato non credere mai

Rich Girl
Composer(s): Daryl Hall
Performer(s): Hall & Oates;
and various other artists



You're a rich girl, and you've gone too far
'Cause you know it don't matter anyway
You can rely on the old man's money
You can rely on the old man's money
It's a bitch girl but it's gone too far
'Cause you know it don't matter anyway
Say money but it won't get you too far
Get you too far

And don't you know, don't you know
That it's wrong to take what is given you
So far gone, on your own
You can get along if you try to be strong
But you'll never be strong
'Cause

You're a rich girl, and you've gone too far
'Cause you know it don't matter anyway
You can rely on the old man's money
You can rely on the old man's money
It's a bitch girl and it's gone too far
'Cause you know it don't matter anyway
Say money but it won't get you too far
Get you too far

High and dry, out of the rain
It's so easy to hurt others when you can't feel pain
And don't you know that a love can't grow
'Cause there's too much to give, 'cause you'd rather live
For the thrill of it all, oh

You're a rich girl, and you've gone too far
'Cause you know it don't matter anyway
You can rely on the old man's money
You can rely on the old man's money
It's a bitch girl and it's gone too far
'Cause you know it don't matter anyway
Say money but it won't get you too far
Say money but it won't get you too far
Say money but it won't get you too far
Get you too far

And you say
You can rely on the old man's money
You can rely on the old man's money
You're a rich girl, a rich girl
Oh, you're a rich rich girl yeah
Say money but it won't get you too far
Oh, get ya too far