The Wheel Of Hurt
Composer(s): Charlie Singleton - Eddie Snyder
Performer(s): Al Martino



When the wheel of hurt comes wheeling round to you

You’re gonna know what it means to be lonely
You’re gonna know what it means to be blue
You’re gonna know how it feels to feel your heart breaking in two
When the wheel of hurt comes wheeling round to you

I’ll see you cryin’ bitter tears, one day baby
(One day Baby)
I’ll hear you say you’re sorry we are through
(Sorry we’re through)
But I’ll be the first one to help you, ‘cos you need someone that’s true
When the wheel of hurt comes wheeling round to you

You’re gonna learn the truth the hard way
And when you do you’ll always know
That it’s bad luck to hurt somebody
When that somebody loves you so

It may be today, or it may be tomorrow
(May be tomorrow)
You’ll have to pay when your payment is due
(Payment is due)
And maybe then you’ll realise how much pain you put me through
When the wheel of hurt comes wheeling round to you
When the wheel of hurt comes wheeling round to you

Comment Ça Va
((Dutch Version: Comment Ça Va (De Sjonnies))
Composer(s): Eddy de Heer
Performer(s): The Shorts; René Simard



Comment ça va
Comme ci, comme ci, comme ci, comme ça
Tu ne comprends rien à l'amour
Restez la nuit, restez toujours

Comment ça va
Comme ci, comme ci, comme ci, comme ça
Tu ne comprends rien à l'amour
Restez la nuit, restez toujours

Holiday in paris
Sunday afternoon
Meeting a French girl
Ev'ning walk by moon
So we were dancing on the music
And I was waiting for my chance
I only didn't understand her
When she said in French

Fell in love in Paris
Didn't know what to do
Walking with my girl
Rendez-vous for two
I was afraid to kiss my baby
Didn't know what she'd say
Drinking wine by evening
In a small café

I ask her to kiss me
Asked for something more
She didn't understand me
Like I didn't before

Roll Over Beethoven
((French Versions: Au Rythme Et Au Blues (by Johnny Hallyday) - 1964); Repose Beethoven (by Eddy Mitchell) - 1964))
Composer(s): Chuck Berry
First release by: Chuck Berry - 1956
Covered by multiple other artists



I'm gonna write a little letter
Gonna mail it to my local DJ
It's a rockin' rhythm record
I want my jockey to play
Roll over Beethoven, I gotta hear it again today

You know, my temperature's risin'
And the jukebox blowin' a fuse
My heart's beatin' rhythm
And my soul keeps on singin' the blues
Roll over Beethoven, and tell Tchaikovsky the news

I got the rockin' pneumonia
I need a shot of rhythm and blues
I think I'm rollin' arthritis
Sittin' down by the rhythm review
Roll over Beethoven, rockin' in two by two

well, if you feel you like it
go get your lover, then reel and rock it
roll it over, and move on up just
a trifle further, and reel and rock it, roll it over
roll over Beethoven, rockin' in two by two.

Well, early in the mornin' I'm a-givin' you a warnin'
Don't you step on my blue suede shoes
Hey diddle diddle, I'm a-playin' my fiddle
Ain't got nothin' to lose
Roll over Beethoven and tell Tchaikovsky the news

You know she wiggles like a glow worm
Dance like a spinnin' top
She got a crazy partner
Oughta see 'em reel and rock
'long as she got a dime the music will never stop

Roll over Beethoven
Roll over Beethoven
Roll over Beethoven
Roll over Beethoven
Roll over Beethoven and dig these rhythm and blues

The Wheel
Composer(s): Jerry Garcia - Robert Hunter - Bill Kreutzmann
Performer(s): Grateful Dead



The wheel is turning and you can't slow down
You can't let go and you can't hold on
You can't go back and you can't stand still
If the thunder don't get you then the lightning will

Won't you try just a little bit harder
Couldn't you try just a little bit more?
Won't you try just a little bit harder
Couldn't you try just a little bit more?

Round, round robin run around
Got to get back to where you belong
Little bit harder, just a little bit more
Little bit further than you gone before

The wheel is turning and you can't slow down
You can't let go and you can't hold on
You can't go back and you can't stand still
If the thunder don't get you then the lightning will

Small wheel turn by the fire and rod
Big wheel turnin' by the grace of God
Every time that wheel turn 'round
Bound to cover just a little more ground
Bound to cover just a little more ground

The wheel is turning and you can't slow down
You can't let go and you can't hold on
You can't go back and you can't stand still
If the thunder don't get you then the lightning will

Won't you try just a little bit harder
Couldn't you try just a little bit more?
Won't you try just a little bit harder
Couldn't you try just a little bit more?

Comment Ça Fait? - 1979 (aka Je Vais Te Secouer - 1996)
Adapted from: Not Fade Away - 1979
Composer(s): Eddy Mitchell; Buddy Holly; Norman Petty
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell - 1979



Vu comme ça, t'es blanc comme de la craie
Tu es du genre qui ne marche pas au lait
Pour toi l'amour n'est plus ce qu'il était
Un jour faudra qu' tu me dises comment ça fait
Oh oui un jour faudra qu' tu me dises comment ça fait

Tu gagnes la course on te donne le bouquet
Tu es dernier personne ne te connaît
Tu dis que tu pars qu' t'auras du succès
Sur le quai d'la gare, tu n'as qu'un billet de quai
Oh oui un jour faudra qu' tu me dises comment ça fait

La vie c'est dur, t'en fait pas j' la connais
On s'y fait bien, oui mais longtemps après
J'aimais pas les coups mais j' les méritais
Un jour faudra qu' je te dise comment ça fait
Oh oui un jour faudra qu' je te dise comment ça fait

Un jour faudra qu' je te dise comment ça fait
Un jour faudra qu' je te dise comment ça fait
Oh oui un jour faudra qu' je te dise comment ça fait
Un jour faudra qu' je te dise comment ça fait

Roll On Down The Highway
Composer(s): Randy Bachman;
Robin Peter Kendall; Charles Fred Turner
Performer(s): Bachman-Turner Overdrive;
BTO Spider; The Countdown Singers; The Donnas



We rented a truck and a semi to go
Travel down the long and winding road
Look on the map I think we've been here before
Close the doors let's roll once more

Cop on the corner, look he's startin' to write
I don't need no ticket so I screamed out of sight
Drove so fast that my eyes can't see
Look in the mirror is he still followin' me?

Let it roll down the highway
Let it roll down the highway
Roll, roll

Look at the sign, we're in the wrong place
Come on boys, let's get ready to race
454 coming over the hill
The man on patrol, is going to give us a bill

The time's real short, you know the distance is long
I'd rather have a jet but it's not in the song
Climb back in the cab, cross your fingers for luck
We gotta keep movie' if we're going to make a buck

Let it roll down the highway, ...

Welly Boot Song
Performer(s): Billy Connolly



If it wasn't for your wellies where would you be
You'd be in the hospital or infirmary
'Cause you would have a dose of the flu or even pleurisy
If you didn't have your feet in your wellies

Oh wellies they are wonderful, oh wellies they are swell
'Cause they keep out the water and they keep in the smell
And when you're sitting in a room you can always tell
When some bugger takes off his wellies

Comme Une Symphonie
((Adapted from: Come Sinfonia (Pino Donaggio) - 1961))
Composer(s): Pino Donaggio - Hubert Ithier
Performer(s): Dalida - 1961



Rêve, Rêve mon amour mon rêve
Dans la nuit entière resplendit
Ta lumière

Chéri lorsque de toi je rêve un chant se lève
Du ciel descend le cœur des anges le monde change
La vie devient une symphonie toute en lumière
Douce et claire, douce et claire
Et toi tu viens tout près, tout près de moi

Tout bas dans la nuit irréelle ta voix m'appelle
Du ciel descend le cœur des anges le monde change
Ma vie devient une symphonie toute en lumière
Magnifique, pathétique
Qui prend tous les visages de l'amour

Ma vie sera cette symphonie toujours fidèle
Eternelle, éternelle qui fait d'un rêve la réalité
C'est toi, c'est toi, c'est toi

Roll Me Away
Composer(s): Bob Seger
Performer(s): Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band



Took a look down a westbound road 
right away I made my choice
Headed out to my big two wheeler I was tired of my own voice
Took a bead on the northern plains and just rolled that power on

Twelve hours out of Machinaw City, stopped in a bar to have a brew
Met a girl and we had a few drinks and I told her what I'd decided to do
She looked out the window a long long moment then she looked into my eyes
She didn't have to say a thing I knew what she was thinkin'

Roll roll me away won't you roll me away tonight
I too am lost I feel double crossed and I'm sick of what's wrong and what's right
We never even said a word we just walked out and got on that bike
And we rolled
And we rolled clean out of sight

We rolled across the high plains
Deep into the mountains
Felt so good to me
Finally feelin' free
Somewhere along a high road
The air began to turn cold
She said she missed her home
I headed on alone

Stood alone on a mountain top starin' out at the Great Divide
I could go east I could go west it was all up to me to decide
Just then I saw a young hawk flyin' and my soul began to rise
And pretty soon
My heart was singin'

Roll roll away I'm gonna roll me away tonight
Gotta keep rollin' gotta keep ridin' keep searchin' till I find what's right
And as the sunset faded I spoke to the faintest first starlight
And I said next time
Next time
We'll get it right

The Wells Fargo Wagon
Composer(s): Meredith Willson
First performance/First release by: Eddie Hodges & Ensemble - 1957/1958
Covered by multiple other artists



(All)
Oho, the Wells Fargo Wagon is a-comin' down the street
Oh please let it be for me
Oho, the Wells Fargo Wagon is a-comin' down the street
I wish, I wish I knew what it could be 

I got a box of maple sugar on my birthday 
In March I got a gray mackinaw 
And once I got some grapefruit from Tampa 
Montgomery Ward sent me a bathtub and a crosscut saw 

(All)
Oho, the Wells Fargo Wagon is a-comin' now
Is it a prepaid surprise or C.O.D.? 
It could be curtains 
Or dishes 
Or a double boiler 
Or it could be 

(All)
Yes it could be, yes you're right, it surely could be 
Somethin' special 

(All)
Somethin' very, very special now 
Just for me 

(All)
Oho, the Wells Fargo Wagon is a-comin' down the street
Oh don't let him pass my door
Oho, the Wells Fargo Wagon is a-comin'
I wish I knew what he was comin' for 

I got some salmon from Seattle last September 
And I expect a new rockin' chair 
I hope I get my raisins from Fresno 

(Barbershop Quartet)
The D.A.R. have sent a cannon for the courthouse square 

(Winthrop)
Oho, the Wellth Fargo Wagon ith a-comin' now
I don't know how I can ever wait to thee
It could be thumthin' for thomone who ith no relathion
But it could be thomthin' thpethial jutht for me 

(All)
Oho, you Wells Fargo Wagon, keep a comin'
Oho, you Wells Fargo Wagon, keep a comin'
Oho, you Wells Fargo Wagon, 
don't you dare to make a stop until you stop for me

Comme Une Soeur
Performer(s): Georges Brassens



Comme une sœur, tête coupée, tête coupée
Ell' ressemblait à sa poupée, à sa poupée
Dans la rivière, elle est venue
Tremper un peu son pied menu, son pied menu

Par une ruse à ma façon, à ma façon
Je fais semblant d'être un poisson, d'être un poisson
Je me déguise en cachalot
Et je me couche au fond de l'eau, au fond de l'eau

J'ai le bonheur, grâce à ce biais, grâce à ce biais
De lui croquer un bout de pied, un bout de pied
Jamais requin n'a, j'en réponds
Jamais rien goûté d'aussi bon, rien d'aussi bon

Ell' m'a puni de ce culot, de ce culot
En me tenant le bec dans l'eau, le bec dans l'eau
Et j'ai dû, pour l'apitoyer
Faire mine de me noyer, de me noyer

Convaincu' de m'avoir occis, m'avoir occis
La voilà qui se radoucit, se radoucit
Et qui m'embrasse et qui me mord
Pour me ressusciter des morts, citer des morts

Si c'est le sort qu'il faut subir, qu'il faut subir
A l'heure du dernier soupir, dernier soupir
Si, des noyés, tel est le lot
Je retourne me fiche à l'eau, me fiche à l'eau

Chez ses parents, le lendemain, le lendemain
J'ai couru demander sa main, d'mander sa main
Mais comme je n'avais rien dans
La mienne, on m'a crié: "Va-t'en!", crié: "Va-t'en!"

On l'a livrée aux appétits, aux appétits
D'une espèce de mercanti, de mercanti
Un vrai maroufle, un gros sac d'or
Plus vieux qu'Hérode et que Nestor, et que Nestor

Et depuis leurs noces j'attends, noces j'attends
Le cœur sur des charbons ardents, charbons ardents
Que la Faucheuse vienne couper l'herbe aux pieds de ce grigou, de ce grigou

Quand ell' sera veuve éploré', veuve éploré'
Après l'avoir bien enterré, bien enterré
J'ai l'espérance qu'elle viendra
Faire sa niche entre mes bras, entre mes bras

Roll 'Em Pete
Composer(s): Pete Johnson; Big Joe Turner
Performer(s): Pete Johnson;
and various other artists



Well, I got a gal, she lives up on the hill
Well, I got a gal, she lives up on the hill
Well, this woman's tryin' to quit me, Lord, but I love her still
She's got eyes like diamonds, they shine like Klondike gold
She's got eyes like diamonds, they shine like Klondike gold
Ev'ry time she loves me, she sends my mellow soul
Well, you're so beautiful, you've got to die someday
Well, you're so beautiful, you've got to die someday
All I want's a little loving, just before you pass away
Pretty baby, I'm goin' away and leave you by yourself
Pretty baby, I'm goin' away and leave you by yourself
You've mistreated me, now you can mistreat somebody else

The Weight
Composer(s): Robbie Robertson
First release by: The Band - 1968
Covered by multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1968 - Eleonora Credi (I Dik Dik)
2005 - Fanny (Chris Stills)
2008 - Fannys Byrde (Lars Lilholt Band)



I pulled into Nazareth, was feelin' about half past dead
I just need some place where I can lay my head
"Hey, mister, can you tell me where a man might find a bed?"
He just grinned and shook my hand, and "No!", was all he said

Take a load off Fanny, take a load for free
Take a load off Fanny 
And (and) (and) 
You can put the load right on me

I picked up my bag, I went lookin' for a place to hide
When I saw Carmen and the Devil walkin' side by side
I said, "Hey, Carmen, come on, let's go downtown"
She said, "I gotta go, but m'friend can stick around"

Take a load off Fanny, take a load for free
Take a load off Fanny 
And (and) (and) 
You can put the load right on me

Go down, Miss Moses, there's nothin' you can say
It's just ol' Luke, and Luke's waitin' on the Judgement Day
"Well, Luke, my friend, what about young Anna Lee?"
He said, "Do me a favor, son, woncha stay an' keep Anna Lee company?"

Take a load off Fanny, take a load for free
Take a load off Fanny 
And (and) (and) 
You can put the load right on me

Crazy Chester followed me, and he caught me in the fog
He said, "I will fix your rack, if you'll take Jack, my dog"
I said, "Wait a minute, Chester, you know I'm a peaceful man"
He said, "That's okay, boy, won't you feed him when you can"

Take a load off Fanny, take a load for free
Take a load off Fanny 
And (and) (and) 
You can put the load right on me

Catch a cannon ball now, t'take me down the line
My bag is sinkin' low and I do believe it's time
To get back to Miss Fanny, you know she's the only one
Who sent me here with her regards for everyone

Take a load off Fanny, take a load for free
Take a load off Fanny 
And (and) (and) 
You can put the load right on me

Comme Une Ombre Sur Moi
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday



Eh oui, je sens comme une ombre sur moi
Une mirage gris
Qui m'enlève les joies
Que nous donne la vie
Pour me laisser seul dans la nuit

Quand arrivent les premiers samedi de chaque moi
Je me sens mieux car c'est le jour de paie
Je vais chez le patron prendre ce qu'il me doit
Comme excuse, il me bégaye

Eh oui, je sens comme une ombre sur moi
Un mirage gris
Qui m'enlève les joies
Que nous donne la vie
Pour me laisser seul dans la nuit

Je gagne ma vie à la sueur de mon front
Je travaille à longueur de journée
Pourtant sans façon sur ma tête s'envient
Cette ombre pour me troubler
Alors si je n'avais pas le secours
De tout mon amour
Je n'sais pas vraiment ce que je deviendrais
Sans sa main pour me guider

Eh oui, je sens comme une ombre sur moi
Un mirage gris
Qui m'enlève les joies
Que nous donne la vie
Pour me laisser seul dans la nuit

Comme une ombre je le vois
Ce vieux mirage gris
Où que j'aille il me poursuit
Depuis mon premier jour
Je l'ai toujours vu là
Vraiment la chance n'est pas pour moi

Et un de ces jours quand je serai mort
Alors il deviendra plus gris
Il sera là pour juger de mon sort
Et me chasser loin du paradis

Eh oui, je sens comme une ombre sur moi
Un mirage gris
Qui m'enlève les joies
Que nous donne la vie
Pour me laisser seul dans la nuit

Roll Away The Stone
Composer(s): Ian Hunter
Performer(s): Mott The Hoople;
Fastbacks; Ian Hunter



Baby if you just say you care
(I'd) follow you 'most anywhere
Roll away the stone
roll away the stone
And in the darkest night
I'd keep you safe and alright
Roll away the stone
roll away the stone

Won't you roll away the stone
Why be cold and so alone
Won't you roll away the stone don't you let it lie
There's a rock a billy party on
Saturday night are you gonna be there?
I got my invite
Gonna bring your records? 
Oh will do

Baby won't you roll away the stone
why be cold and so alone
Won't you roll away the stone
don't you let it lie
Come on roll
come on roll
come on roll ...

No matter if fools say we can't win
I know we'll learn to love again
Roll away the stone
roll away the stone
So sing we've still got a chance
baby o love and sweet romance
Roll away the stone
roll away the stone

Won't you roll away the stone ...

Eleonora Credi
((Adapted from: The Weight (The Band) - 1968))
Composer(s): Robbie Robertson - Mogol
Performer(s): I Dik Dik - 1968

Versions In Other Languages:
2005 - Fanny (Chris Stills)
2008 - Fannys Byrde (Lars Lilholt Band)



Hai Vissuto Poco
Ma Hai Sofferto
Gia' Purtroppo Ormai
I Tuoi Occhi Al Cielo
Alzare Piu' Non Puoi
Mi Hai Detto Che La Vita
A Te Non Sorride Mai
La Speranza Se N'e' Andata E Tu
In Nessuno Credi Piu'
Eleonora Credi
Credi Almeno In Me

E Per Favore Credi In Me

Ti Senti Sola
Ma Un Aiuto Tu Non Vuoi
La Notte E' Fredda
Ma Il Fuoco Non L'accenderai
Il Mondo Gira
Lontano Dagli Occhi Tuoi
E Nel Tuo Cuor
Non Cresce Piu'
Nemmeno Un Fiore Ormai
Eleonora Credi
Credi Almeno In Me
Eleonora Credi
E Per Favore Credi In Me

Non C'e' Uomo Che
Abbia Pianto Mai Per Te
Per Questo Tu Non Sai
Piu' Guardare Gli Occhi Miei
Io Non Esito Ma, Piango
Ma Tu Crederlo Non Puoi
Ora Hai Paura Ormai
So Che Fuggirai

Eleonora Credi
Credi Almeno In Me
Eleonora Credi
E Per Favore Credi In Me...

Comme Une Maladie
Italian Title: Come Una Malattia
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour



Comme une maladie
Une fièvre inconnue
Un jour s'est abbatue
Sur ma vie
Pour me troubler l'esprit
Pour me crever le cœur
D'une sourde douleur
Infinie
Incurable
Incurable
Qui me fait peur
Comme une maladie
Comme un mal ignoré
Une langueur teintée
De folie
S'est glissée sous ma peau
M'a ôté malgré moi
L'usage de mes joies
Et des mots
Que j'avais employés,
Sans qu'ils aient effleuré
Ma pensée

J'ai perdu mes forces et mes rires
Vu pâlir l'éclat de mes yeux
Rongé par ce mystérieux
Mal qui me déchire
Comme une maladie
Qui minerait mon corps
Qu'aucune science encor'
Ne guérit
M'agite et m'envahit
M'enfièvre jour et nuit
Me laisse sans espoir, sans secours
Car je suis
Incurable
Incurable
De ton amour

Roll Along, Prairie Moon
Composer(s): Ted Fio Rito;
Harry McPherson; Al Von Tilzer
Performer(s): Roy Rogers;
and various other artists



There's a wonderful light in the sky tonight
With silver the hills are sprayed
And the moon seems so near 
That I know he will hear ev'ry word of my love serenade

Roll along prairie moon
Roll along while I bloom
Shine above, lamp of love
Prairie moon

Way up there in the blue
Maybe you’re lonely too
Wingin’ by, in the sky
Prairie moon

I need your tender light
To make things right
You know I’m so alone, tonight

Roll away, shed your beam
On the home of my dream
Hold her too, let her bloom
Prairie moon

The Weekend's Here
Composer(s): Mushimsky - Bell
Performer(s): Chubby Checker



* Group

Yeah school is out
And the weekend's here
*Hey hey the weekend's here
Wait for the bell
Never thought it would ring yeah
*Hey hey the weekend's here
Well now you're out
Out on the street
The sound of the music's
Gonna ring in your feet
Come on everybody
The weekend's here
*Hey hey the weekend's here
Put aside your books
Your pencils, your erasers
*Hey hey the weekend's here
The music's got a beat
It's gonna send ya
*Hey hey the weekend's here
(The singer's really hip)
(The record's a groove)

Gonna make you wanna move
Come on everybody
The weekend's here
*The week
The week's so long
Never thought it would pass
Exams are all over
Couldn't wait to get out of class
So I could dance
So I could dance
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
It's Friday night
And thing's are goin?strong yeah
*Hey hey the weekend's here
(Sounds like thunder)
Sweepin?cross the floor yeah
*Hey hey the weekend's here
Saturday night another great dance
Come on baby let's a take a chance
Come on everybody
The weekend's here
*Hey hey the weekend's here
Come on everybody
The weekend's here
*Hey hey the weekend's here
Come on everybody
The weekend's here
*Hey hey the weekend's here
Hey Hey*

Comme Une Madone Oubliée
Composer(s): Francis Cabrel
Performer(s): Francis Cabrel



Tous les soirs, la même fille attend
Sur le même square, le même banc
Comme une madone oubliée, les jambes croisées
Elle voyage au milieu des maisons
Dans la nuit bleue des télévisions
Comme les fantômes légers, les voiles de fumée
On dit qu'elle a des chambres en ville
On dit qu'elle dort sur le côté
Qu'elle est plutôt d'humeur facile
Qu'on ne la dérange jamais
Qu'il y a des tas de chats qui dorment
En travers sur ses oreillers
Au milieu du parfum des hommes
Et même si tout ça c'était vrai
Au milieu des feuilles et des brindilles
Elle fait son show sur talons aiguilles
Elle joue son cinéma muet
Elle tend ses filets
Et sur les allées du square s'imprime
Le pas de ses futures victimes
Qui viendront s'incendier le cœur
Aux étranges lueurs
On dit qu'elle est l'amie fidèle
De ceux qui n'osent pas parler
Qu'elle connaît le chant des sirènes
Qu'elle peut aussi le murmurer
Qu'il y a des tas de gens qui l'aiment
Et qui ne lui sourient jamais
Que ce ne sont jamais les mêmes
Et même si tout ça c'était vrai
Quels que soient les murs qui te protègent
Un soir tu te prendras à son piège
Le soir où tu seras devenu
Une ombre de plus
Car tous les soirs, la même fille attend
Sur le même square et sur le même banc
Comme une madone oubliée
Les jambes croisées