The Whiskey Ain't Workin'
Composer(s): Marty Stuart - Ronny Scaife
Performer(s): Travis Tritt & Marty Stuart
and multiple other artists



There was a time, I could drink my cares away
And drown out all of the heartaches
That hurt me night and day
When the thought of you came crashing through
I'd have one more
But now the whiskey ain't workin' anymore

I need one good honky-tonk angel
To turn my life around
That's reason enough for me to lay
This ol' bottle down
A woman warm and willin'
That's what I'm lookin' for
'Cause the whiskey ain't workin' anymore

They knew my name at every bar in town
And they knew all of the reasons
Why I was comin' 'round, 'round, 'round (Sing it, Travis)
'Cause in my mind, peace I'd find
When they'd start to pour
Now the whiskey ain't workin' anymore (Sing it, son)

I need one good honky-tonk angel
To turn my life around
That's reason enough for me to lay
This ol' bottle down
Well, a woman warm and willin'
Lord, that's what I'm lookin' for (That's right)
'Cause the whiskey ain't workin' anymore

Lord, the whiskey ain't workin' anymore
For sure...

Comment Finir La Semaine?
Composer(s): Pierre Papadiamandis
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell



Je descends du singe
Je suis l'homme
À cause des dents d'Adam
Et sa pomme
Et ça ne résout pas la question
Comment finir la semaine?
Je n'ai pas d'argent devant moi
Pour atteindre la fin du mois
Et ça ne résout pas la question
Comment finir la semaine?

Mon électricité est coupée
Mon téléphone supprimé
J'ai une ardoise à mon bar tabac
Et je ne chôme pas, moi
Et pourtant je croyais gagner ma vie
Maison, voiture et mon nid
Pas d'aventure, de folie ni de gène
Comment finir la semaine?

Je descends du singe
Je suis l'homme
À cause des dents d'Adam
Et sa pomme
Et ça ne résout pas la question
Comment finir la semaine?

L'animal le plus intelligent
A toujours été l'homme
Mais je n'en suis pas plus fier pour ça
C'est taire tous mes torts
L'homme ne tue pas toujours pour manger
Il doit aussi se prouver
Et je cours, cours devant ce problème
Comment finir la semaine?

Je descends du singe
Je suis l'homme
À cause des dents d'Adam
Et sa pomme
Et ça ne résout pas la question
Comment finir la semaine?
Je n'ai pas d'argent devant moi
Pour atteindre la fin du mois
Et ça ne résout pas la question
Comment finir la semaine?
Je descends du singe
Je suis l'homme
À cause des dents d'Adam
Et sa pomme
Et ça ne résout pas la question
Comment finir la semaine?
Je descends du singe
Je suis l'homme
À cause des dents d'Adam
Et sa pomme
Et ça ne résout pas la question
Comment finir la semaine?

Roller Derby Queen
Composer(s): Jim Croce
Performer(s): Jim Croce



Gonna tell you a story, that you won't believe
But I fell in love last Friday evening
With the girl I saw on a bar room TV screen
Well I was just getting ready to get my hat
When she caught my eye, and I put it back
And I ordered myself couple of more shots and beers

(Chorus)
The night that I fell in love with a roller derby queen
around and round, a round and round
The meanest hunk of woman that anybody ever seen
Down in the arena

She was 5 foot 6, two fifteen
A beach blonde mama with a streak of mean
She knew how to knuckle and she knew how to scuffle and fight
And the roller derby program said
that she was built like a fridgerator with a head
Her fans called her Tuffy, but all her buddies called her Spike

(Repeat Chorus)

Well I could not help it, but to fall in love
With this heavy duty woman I've been speaking of
Things were kinda bad, untill the day she skated into my life
Well she might be nasty, she might be fat
But I never met a person who would tell her that
She's my bleach blonde bomber, my heavy handed hackin sack mama

(Repeat Chorus)

The Whiffenpoof Song
Composer(s): Tod Galloway - George S. Pomeroy - Meade Minnigerode
Performer(s): Rudy Vallee
and multiple other artists



To the tables down at Mory's
To the place where Louis dwells
To the dear old Temple Bar
We love so well

Sing the Whiffenpoofs assembled
With their glasses raised on high
And the magic of their singing casts its spell

Yes, the magic of their singing
Of the songs we love so well
"Shall I, Wasting" and "Mavourneen" and the rest

We will serenade our Louis
While life and voice shall last
Then we'll pass and be forgotten with the rest

We are poor little lambs
Who have lost our way
Baa! Baa! Baa!
We are little black sheep
Who have gone astray
Baa! Baa! Baa!

Gentlemen songsters off on a spree
Damned from here to eternity
God have mercy on such as we
Baa! Baa! Baa!

Comment Fais-Tu Pour Dormir?
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell



Tu doutes de tout mais tu t'étonnes de rien
T'as pas confiance en l'être humain
Qu'je suis

Tes yeux sont secs quand tu pleures
Le corps à cœur te fait très peur

J't'attendrai pas toute ma vie

T'effaces mes traces de ton corps du délit
T'as fait de moi le faux témoin d'ta vie

Et j'mens pour tuer le temps
J'fais du chantage au sentiment

J't'attendrai pas toute ma vie

Comment fais-tu pour dormir?
Mes nuits sont plus belles ou bien pire
A distance on les vit mal
Je dis mal mais c'est plus mal que mal
Ton répondeur m'fait plus rire
Pleurez après l'top pour rien dire
Et j'cherche souvent
Le pourquoi du comment
Fais-tu pour dormir?

Il y a les autres mais avant tout y a toi
Dur de savoir ou tu m'places dans tout ça

Tu n'attends rien des gens
Tu vis comme ça, en faisant semblant
Tu f'ras pas ça tout l'temps, tout l'temps

Comment fais-tu pour dormir?
Mes nuits sont plus belles ou bien pires
A distance on les vit mal
Je dis mal mais c'est plus mal que mal
Ton répondeur m'fait plus rire
Pleurez après l'top pour rien dire
Et j'cherche souvent
Le pourquoi du comment
Fais-tu pour dormir?...

Bonsoir...

Roll Um Easy
Composer(s): Lowell George
Performer(s): Linda Ronstadt;
and various other artists



Well I am just a vagabond
A drifter on the run
And eloquent profanity
It rolls right off my tongue

And I have dined in palaces
Drunk wine with kings and queens
And darling on darling
You're the best thing I ever seen

Won't you roll me easy
So slow and easy
Take my independence
With no apprehension no tension
Walk in, talk in paradise
Sweet paradise

Well I been around this country
From Denver to the oceans
And I never met girls that could sing so sweet
Like the angels that live in Houston
Singing roll me easy
So slow and easy
Play your concertina be a temptress
Darling I'm defenseless

Sing in harmony, in unison
Sweet harmony
Gotta hoist the flag and I'll beat your drum

Sing in harmony, in unison
Sweet harmony
Gotta hoist the flag and I'll beat your drum

Woah roll me easy
So slow and easy
Take my independence
With no apprehension no tension
Walk in, talk in paradise
Sweet paradise

The Whelk Song
Composer(s): West - Reine
Performer(s): Alan Breeze & Doreen Stephens



Stephens:
Alive-alive-o, alive-alive-o, singing cockles and mussels, alive-alive-o

Breeze:
If you don't want the whelks don't muck `em abaht
If you don't want `em other people may"

There's a fellow you should meet, runs a fish shop down our street
He wraps it up in paper every day
When they're crowding round the stall, he addresses one and al
And this is what you'll always hear him say"

Nah, if you don't want the whelks don't muck `em abaht
And take yer baby's fingers off the slab (They're covered in chocolate!)
Lovely two eyed kippers, take `em for the nippers
Take a hake or a nice cod steak
Soles and eels for the old man's meals
They're lovely – they're all fresh in today
So if you don't want the whelks don't muck `em abaht
If you don't want `em other people may

Stephens: Ooh! Mum, can I have some winkles?
Breeze: Them's not winkles, dearie, them's whelks
Stephens: Well, can I have some whelks then?

Breeze: No you can't! You'll only swallow `em, shells an' all 
Now look what happened the other day 
Your father and I were just in time to stop you swallowing the front wheel of a steam roller

Stephens: Why don't I keep my big mouth shut!

Billy Cotton: Nah then Missus 
Do you want these `ere whelks, cos they're lovely

Breeze:
If you don't want the whelks don't muck `em abaht
And move yer pram and let the others in (You're blocking the doorway)
Lovely two eyed kippers, take `em for the nippers
Take a hake or a nice cod steak
Roes or trout for the old man's gout
They're lovely, they're all fresh in today
So if you don't want the whelks don't muck `em abaht
If you don't want `em other people may

Breeze:
All nice and juicy

Stephens:
Alive-alive-o, alive-alive-o, singing cockles and mussels, alive-alive-o

Comment Faire Pour Oublier
Italian Title: Prigionera
Composer(s): M. Safka; M. Jourdan; P. Botkin; B. de Vorzon
Performer(s): Dalida



La raison voudrait chasser parfois notre pensée
Lequel de nous n'a pas rêvé de perdre la mémoire
Pourtant il faut souvent, bâtir avec nos souvenirs
L'avenir

La, la, la...
Valse, valse le monde
Danse dans la ronde
Dites-moi comment faire pour oublier

Nous sommes tous les prisonnières de ceux qu'on a aimé
Toutes les joies qui ne sont plus
C'est comme un vide immense
Sans toi je vois s'ouvrir des fleurs
Mais pourtant c'est l'hiver
Dans mon cœur
La, la, la...

Valse, valse le monde
Danse, danse la ronde
Dites-moi comment faire pour oublier
Valse, valse le monde
Danse, danse la ronde
Dites-moi que le soleil reviendra

Roll Over Lay Down
Composer(s): J. Coghlan; A. Lancaster;
R. Parfitt; F. Rossi; R. Young
Performer(s): Status Quo



When I got home that night early one morning
Seeing the note written in ink pinned to the door
Taking a drink cool from the fridge from the table
I drank a toast you were the most the night before

Roll over lay down and let me in
Roll over it's a long way where I've been
Roll over lay down and let me in
Roll over lay down

When I get home tomorrow night after this morning
Show me the care you showed in the note the night before
Maybe I won't take a drink from the table
Reckon I'll lay me straight down the floor

Roll over lay down and let me in
Roll over it's a long way where I've been
Roll over lay down and let me in
Roll over lay down

When I get home tomorrow night after this morning
Show me the care you showed in the note the night before
Maybe I won't take a drink from the table
Reckon I'll lay me straight down the floor

Roll over lay down and let me in
Roll over it's a long way where I've been
Roll over lay down and let me in
Roll over lay down

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