The Wiener Schnitzel Waltz
Composer(s): Tom Lehrer
Performer(s): Tom Lehrer



Do you remember the night I held you so tight
As we danced to the Wiener Schnitzel Waltz? 
The music was gay, and the setting was Viennese
Your hair wore some roses, or perhaps they were peonies 
I was blind to your obvious faults 
As we danced 'cross the scene to the strains of the Wiener Schnitzel Waltz! 

Oh I drank some champagne from your shoe, la-la-la
I was drunk by the time I got through, la-la-la
For I didn't know, as I raised that cup
It had taken two bottles to fill the thing up... 

It was I who stepped on your dress, la-la-la 
The skirts all came off I confess, la-la-la
Revealing for all of the others to see
Just what it was that endeared you to me... 

I remember the night I held you so tight
As we danced to the Wiener Schnitzel Waltz
Your lips were like wine, if you'll pardon the Simile 
The music was lovely and quite Rudolf Frim'ly
I drank wine, you drank chocolate malts
And we both turned quite green to the strains of the Wiener Schnitzel Waltz! 

It Hurts To Say Goodbye - 1966
Composer(s): Arnold Goland; Jacob Gold
First release by: Margaret Whiting - 1966
Covered by various other artists

Titles In Other Languages:
1968 - Comment Te Dire Adieu?
1969 - Så Synd Du Måste Gå



This is the hour of parting, soon I must sail away
Now while the teardrops are starting just one more time let me say

Take me in your arms and hold me tight
tell me that your love is mine tonight
Say that everything will turn out right
It hurts to say goodbye

Let me know the thrill of your embrace
memories that time cannot erase
While I kiss the teardrops from your face
it hurts to say goodbye

Wherever you are you will always be near to me
Wherever I go you'll be in my heart

'Til the sun comes shining thru again
'til we see a sky of blue again
'Til I'm back with you, my love, 'til then
it hurts to say goodbye

Wherever you are you will always be near to me
Wherever I go you'll be in my heart

'Til the sun comes shining thru again
'til we see a sky of blue again
'Til I'm back with you, my love, 'til then
it hurts to say goodbye
'Til I'm back with you, my love
it hurts to say goodbye

Roly Poly
Composer(s): Elsa Doran; Sol Lake
Performer(s): Doris Day; 
Rock Hudson; Harry James



There's a Guy in this old town
I'm tellin' you a fact
He measures five feet up and down
And five feet front and back
He's a Roly Poly Baby
Pleasin' as they come
He's a Roly Poly Baby
A Ton of Fun

They call him
Ya Ya Roly Poly
Ya Ya Roly Poly
Ya Ya Roly Poly
Ya Ya Roly Poly
Ya Ya Roly
Ya Ya Poly
Ya Ya Roly Poly

When I first laid eyes on him
I laughed just like the rest
The more I saw the more of him
The more I liked him best
Got a Roly Poly Baby
Point to him with pride
He's my Roly Poly Baby
I'm satisfied

I call him
Ya Ya Roly Poly
Ya Ya Roly Poly
Ya Ya Roly Poly
Ya Ya Roly Poly
Ya Ya Roly
Ya Ya Poly
Ya Ya Roly Poly

Just to put my arms around him
Takes about a week
But when I get my arms around
We cuddle cheek to cheek
Got a Roly Poly Baby
Sweet as Apple Pie
He is just a Roly Poly
But so am I

I call him
Ya Ya Roly Poly
Ya Ya Roly Poly
Ya Ya Roly Poly
Ya Ya Roly Poly
Ya Ya Roly
Ya Ya Poly
Ya Ya Roly Poly
Ya Ya Roly Poly

The Widow Of Westmorland's Daughter
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Fairport Convention
and multiple other artists



There was an old widow in Westmorland who had no daughter but one
And she has prayed both night and day she should keep her maidenhead long
"Ah, don't be daft, mother," she said, "and say no more to me
For a fine young man in the Grenadier Guards my maidenhead's taken from me"
"You saucy cat, you impudent cat, a-cursed may you be
If some idle rogue in the Grenadier Guards your maidenhead's taken from thee"
But the girlie's off to the Grenadier Guards as fast as go can she
Saying "Give me back my maidenhead, my mother she nags at me"
So he kissed her and undressed her and he laid her on the bed
And he put her head where her feet were before and gave back her maidenhead
Then he kissed her and he dressed her with a rose in either hand
Invited her round to St. Mary's church to see his fine wedding
Oh, the girlie's off to her mammy's house as fast as go can she
"I'm as full a maiden, mammy dear, as the day you first bore me
He kissed me and undressed me and he laid me on the bed
Put my head where my feet were before and he gave back my maidenhead
Then he kissed me and he dressed me, put a rose in either hand and
Invited me round to St. Mary's church to see his fine wedding
"Ah, never on foot," her mammy she said, "in a carriage and pair you'll ride
With four and twenty fine young girls to go with you beside"
"Ah, who is this?" the bride she said, "She comes so high to me"
"I see it is the widow's daughter who ran home and told her mammy"
"How could she do it, how would she do it, how could she do it for shame?
Eleven long nights I lay with a man and I never told anyone"
"If eleven long nights you lay with a man, you never shall lie with me
I'd rather marry the widow's daughter who ran home and told her mammy"

Comment Te Dire?
Composer(s): Pace; Thomas; Rivat; Panzeri; Livraghi
Performer(s): Joe Dassin



Quand s'en va le dernier soleil d'automne
Il vient chauffer encore les feuilles mortes
Sur les derniers colchiques il s'abandonne
Avant que les froids de Novembre ne l'emporte
Toi, si tu veux comprendre la tendresse
Donne-toi comme lui, donne-toi

Mais comment te dire
Mais comment t'apprendre
L'amour sans amour n'est plus rien
Laisse-toi conduire
Et cherche à comprendre
Et reviens me tendre la main
{2x}

Vas regarder comment la terre aride
S'ouvre pour embrasser les grandes pluies d'été
Et quand tu l'auras vu, tu seras riche
Alors tu reviendras me chercher

Mais comment te dire
Mais comment t'apprendre
L'amour sans amour n'est plus rien
Laisse-toi conduire
Et cherche à comprendre
Et reviens me tendre la main
{3x}

Roly
Composer(s): Raymond Froggatt
Performer(s): Raymond Froggatt



Roly walked in, said with a grin
"Somebody's stolen my heart"
Ma gave a shout, said "Who's to be your spouse
Is she rich, does she own a big car?"

Well Roly sat down, said "Oh what a clown I am
Bring me a drink from the bar"
Ma was almost in tears, ain't had a wedding for years
Somebody run and fetch Pa

Oh, Roly's gonna get married, Pa
Roly's gonna get wed
Yeah, Roly's gonna get married, Pa
I think he must be out of his head

"We'll be wed in a week, I don't think I'll sleep"
He said "Can't stand the pain when we're apart"
Well Ma was so glad, Pa shook his head
And said "I always thought Roly was smart"

Oh, Roly's gonna get married, Pa
Roly's gonna get wed
Yeah, Roly's gonna get married, Pa
I think he must be out of his head

Well Roly sat down, said "Oh what a clown I am
Bring me a drink from the bar"
Ma was almost in tears, ain't had a wedding for years
Somebody run and fetch Pa

Oh, Roly's gonna get married, Pa
Roly's gonna get wed
Yeah, Roly's gonna get married, Pa
I think he must be out of his head

I think he must be out of his head

The Whole World Is Singing My Song
Composer(s): Mann Curtis - Victor Mizzy
Performer(s): Doris Day
and multiple other artists



The whole world is singing my song
But I sing it only to you
The whole world is humming along
I love you, I love you, I do

You put my dreams to music
I learned how a song could start
I gave the world the music
But I gave you my heart

The whole world is singing my song
But I'll always sing it to you

Comment T'appelles-Tu?
Composer(s): Nicolas Peyrac
Performer(s): Nicolas Peyrac



Elle écrase sa cigarette
Et recouche sa poupée, n'a plus peur
De ces quelques mots d'amour
Qui me venaient du fond du coeur
Et la fumée monte en moi comme un petit matin
Où le soleil reviendrait
Nous parler d'éternité
 
Elle caresse les fleurs
Amoureuse de la vie, elle s'en va
Apprivoiser les renards
Qui dorment seuls dans les sous-bois
Et son parfum monte en moi comme un vieux souvenir
Qui s'accroche à la mémoire
Et empêche de vieillir
 
Mais comment t'appelles-tu
Je ne me rappelle plus
Entre la tendresse et la mort

Je perds le nord
N'avais-tu pas disparu?
Je ne t'avais pas revue
Je n'avais que mes remords
Pour vivre encore
 
Elle me recueille des yeux
Là tout au creux de sa main
Et je pars, me poser sur son visage
La mort est douce au fond des pleurs
Et j'irais lui chercher la lune
Pour veiller son sommeil
Et je crois bien que je l'aime
Que c'est bon la vérité
 
Mais comment t'appelles-tu
Je ne me rappelle plus
Entre la tendresse et la mort
Je perds le nord
N'avais-tu pas disparu?
Je ne t'avais pas revue
Je n'avais que mes remords
Pour vivre encore
 
Elle écrase sa cigarette
Ne se souvient plus très bien qu'il pleuvait
Me caresse le visage,
Me dit j'ai peur quand tu t'en vas
Puis elle parle au soleil, et c'est le sable chaud
Et je crois bien que je l'aime
Mais à quoi servent les mots?
 
Dis comment t'appelles-tu
Je ne me rappelle plus
Entre la tendresse et la mort
Je perds le nord
Ne disparais jamais plus
Je crois t'avoir reconnue
Et puis je crois que tu m'aimes
Et moi, je n'aimerai plus

Rollin' Round The World
Composer(s): Saunders; Scott
Performer(s): The Square Pegs; Billy Cotton



Rolling round the world
Looking for the sunshine
That never seems to come my way
Rolling round the world
Where every little milestone
Seems to look at me and say
“Bye bye, rainy days, bye bye snow,
Got no time to waste, I must go
Rolling round the world
Looking for the sunshine
I know I’m gonna find someday”

Rolling round the world
Looking for the sunshine
That never seems to come my way
Rolling round the world
Where every little milestone
Seems to look at me and say
“Bye bye, rainy days, bye bye snow,
Got no time to waste, I must go
Rolling round the world
Looking for the sunshine
I know I’m gonna find someday”

Rolling round the world
Looking for the sunshine
That never seems to come my way
Rolling round the world
Where every little milestone
Seems to look at me and say
“Bye bye, rainy days, bye bye snow,
Got no time to waste, I must go
Rolling round the world
Looking for the sunshine
I know I’m gonna find someday”

The White Trash Song
Composer(s): Steve Young
Performer(s): Steve Young; Tom Russell Band



I wake up every morning 
About the break of dawn
Hear the rooster crowing 
Feel all alone
There's honeysuckle outside my window
Dew sparkling on the vine...
Little squirrels barking
Like they thought they was a mountain lion...
I get to thinking about the road
And all the times I come back again 
I was born a child to these muddy roads
Die here lonesome as the wind...
Cause all cars they're broke down 
Laying in my front yard
I ought to get one together 
But the work just seems so hard
But a man come by this morning 
He wanted to paint my barn 
He painted 
"See Rock City - US Highway 41" 

I used to have a church woman 
Pretty as she could be 
But she run off with old Jimmy Swaggart (or: a TV preacher) 
Up in Nashville, Tn
So I drink a lot of liquor 
I drink a lot of booze 
I'm a midnight country rambler 
I ain't got nothing to lose

So when you carve my tombstone honey 
Don't worry about no name 
Just say he come with a Georgia wind 
And left with the (or: a) morning rain 
But he could play a fiddle 
Make a dobro ring
Make a guitar sparkle 
Like that early morning rain 
Yeah, a man came by here today
He wanted to paint my barn
He painted 
"See rock City - Us Highway 41" 

Comment Ne Pas Être Amoureux De Vous ((aka Plaisir D'amour (by Hector Berlioz - 1859 (instrumental) - Yvonne Printemps - 1931))
((Adapted from: Plaisir D’amour Ne Dure Qu’un Moment... (by Jean-Pierre Claris de Florian) - 1784 and
Romance (by Jean-Paul Egide Martini) - 1785))
Composer(s): Jean-Pierre Claris de Florian - Jean-Paul Egide Martini - Patrick Loiseau
Performer(s): Dave - 1978

Versions In Other Languages:
18th Century - The Joys Of Love (by Richard Dyer-Bennett)
1961 - Can't Help Falling In Love (by Elvis Presley)
1992 - Heel Dicht Bij Jou, Mijn Lief (by Dirk Blanchart)
1997 - Kan er niets aan doen (by Frank Boeijen)



Je m'en veux
et je vous l'avoue
comment ne pas
être amoureux de vous

J'étais sage
et me voilà fou
comment ne pas
être amoureux de vous

Vous êtes la cause
de mes insomnies
faîtes quelque chose
c'est moi, qui vous supplie

Malgré moi
je me sens jaloux
et malheureux
d'être amoureux de vous

Ne vous moquez pas
sauvez-moi de vous
et délivre-moi
je suis à vos genoux

Parlez-moi
dites-moi surtout
comment ne pas
être amoureux de vous
Comment ne plus
être amoureux de vous...

Rolling Down A Mountainside
Composer(s): Bob Hilliard; Leon Ware
Performer(s): The Main Ingredient; Isaac Hayes



Losers and winners
Everyone must play fair
All you beginners know
That you've got to start somewhere

(So) Whether you're saints or sinners
(Smile) Smile and share
(Sun) Sunlight as well as shadows
While you learn that everyone cares (Everyone cares)
Everyone out there (Everyone out there)
Has a cross to bear (Has a cross to bear)
And we'll never dare to live alone

`Cause we're not stones rolling down a mountainside
We all count and we've got strength and we got pride
`Cause God is on our side (God is on our side, God is on our side)
Mmm, hmm, God is on our side, hmm, hmm

Winners and losers
Fight when you know you're right
You'll get some bruises but
Some fool see the light

(So) So when you talk confused, yeah
(Keep) Keep your pride
(Smile) Smile and you'll make them listen
While you teach, then we'll be alright (We'll be alright)

Birds will stay in flight (Birds will stay in flight)
Day will follow night (Day will follow night)
So keep the truth in sight
But no, no, no

`Cause we're not stones rolling down a mountainside
We all count and we've got strength and we got pride
`Cause God is on our side (God is on our side, God is on our side), baby, girl
God is on our side (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
I said (God is on our side, God is on our side) we're not stones, no, no
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Hey, baby, hey (God is on our side, God is on our side)
Mmm, hmm, mmm, hmm (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
God is on our side (God is on our side, God is on our side)
Hey, we ain't stones, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Givers and takers (God is on our side), whoa, you heart breakers 
(God is on our side)
We could break or make up, God is on our side, yeah
Come on, mmm...hmm...hmm...
Come on, yeah, yeah

Rolling down a mountainside
Rolling down a mountainside
Rolling down a mountainside
Rolling down a mountainside
Rolling down a mountainside
Rolling down a mountainside

The White Knight
Composer(s): Jay Huguely
Performer(s): Cletus Maggard & The Citizens Band



Down on Seventy-Five or Ninety-Five or I-Twenty t'other way
Turn your squelch to the right and in the night
you'll hear some cotton-picker say
"Breaker breaker, got a picture-taker, ol' Smokey's at forty-three!"
It's that Japanese toy, the trucker's joy that everybody calls CB
Yeah, Citizens Band
Keeps you up to date with the fender-benders and the Tijuana taxis
and all them bears out there a-flip-floppin'

Now ahead o' your children and ahead o' your wife 
on the list of the ten best things in life
Your CB's gotta rate right around number four
'Course, beavers 'n hot biscuits 'n Merle Haggard come one-two-three, you know

Well I was loaded down comin' outta Lake City 
checkin' out seat covers all young and pretty
My wife was right and I settled for the night
that ol' concrete boulevard a-feelin' right
My ol' buddy in the back was a-gettin' some sack
I was gonna bring it on to Macon 'fore I climbed in the back
Yeah, I had all my eight-tracks by my side from Dolly Parton to Charley Pride
My stereo a-rattlin' on the dash with Johnny Cash and all that good trash
Yeah, culture with a side order of ritz!

When all of a sudden there come a squall over my CB ringin' wall to wall
Said "Go to double nickels as you hit the ridge
'Cause there's a smokey picture-taker t'other side o' the bridge!"
"Oh, mercy! 'Preciate that, good buddy
Uh, what's your handle there, come on? Come on?"
Mm-hmm...
Well they was nary a sound, and I was bound to think he done switched over to four
When wall to wall there come a call in a voice you couldn't ignoure

And he said
"Ten-four, back door
Put the pedal to the metal and let it roar
Hammer down to Macon Town, gonna see my mama, sure
Well the Bears are gone, let's bring it on, the Georgia line's way outta sight
Pulled outta Richmond Town last Saturday night, and my handle is the Whight Knight
How 'bout it?"

"Hey ol' buddy, I'm the Mean Machine. What's your twenty and what's your eighteen?
Grease it up and shoout me some more
'Cause I sure believe you're my front door! Come on?"

"Ten-four, back door 
Put the pedal to the metal and let it roar
Hammer down to Macon Town, gonna see my mama, sure
Well a GMC my eighteen be, and the last mile marker was a fifty-three
Pulled outta Richmond Town last Saturday night, and my handle is the Whight Knight
How 'bout it?"

"All right, White Knight, hammer down!"
Well there I was a-streakin', my needle was a-peakin' right around seventy-nine
That ol' diesel juice was a-gettin' loose and everything was fine!
Oh yeah! Sing, Dolly! Sing, Loretta! Sing it, darlin's! Mm-hmm

When wall to wall, I got a call from a front door big bear trapper
He said, "Break one-nine, good buddy o' mine
you got a smokey in a plain white wrapper!"
Well I jammed my stick and lost twenty quick, you could hear them gears a-tearin'
I was passed by a beaver in a Camaro, and I was cruisin' along a-goin' so slow
I could count every button on that frilly blouse she was a-wearin'
'Course, they weren't but one

"Hey there, Super Trooper"
Yeah, that's that crafty smokey over there with a CB o' his very own
"Who, me? Noooooo, Smokey! Got grapefruit comin from F-L-A
Can't shake them up, boy 
Nooo, goin' double nickels all the way!
Hey, White Knight! Hey, front door
Let's slide one off o' Super Trooper here and show him what's happenin' up there
Come on?"

And he said,
"Ten-four, back door 
Put the pedal to the metal and let it roar
Hammer down to Macon Town, gonna see my mama, sure
Well the bears are gone, let's bring it on, the Georgia line's way outta sight
Gotta get to Macon 'fore the middle o' the night and my handle is the Whight Knight
How 'bout it?"

Well I hammered down 'cause I figured that clown knew more about it than me
I was puttin' it to it, and before I knew it I was doin' 'round eighty-three
When I got a call just got my gall 
White Knight was a-talkin' to me, and he said

"Ten-four, back door 
Put the pedal to the metal, what'cha waitin' for?
If that ol' white can't stay in sight, gonna leave you here 'n say no more
How 'bout it?"

"Whoooa now, ol' buddy, that's fightin' talk! 
Now say things about my wife or my religion 
but don't go gettin' nasty 'bout my rig now!
I'll come up there 'n blow your doors off!"
Sing that mad tune there, Buck!

Well I hammered down like I had wings
little gravels in my wheels goin' ping-ping-ping
I was hittin' ninety with a might heavy load 
blew a Greyhound Bus clean off o' the road
'Bout the time I hit ninety-two I saw somethin' flashin' in my rear view
Thoght to myself, "That can't be true," but there it was a-goin' blue-blue-blue!

Uh-oh... Bubble gum machine done hit the jackpot!
That's what it was, big ol' redneck whip right there on Smokey's car
goin' twangy-twangy-twangy-twangy
Play me a sad song there, Johnny

Well I could see that bear a-laughin' big
Just a-hangin' in tight on the back o' my rig
When all of a sudden it come to me wall to wall
So in that cold dark Georgia night in the shadow o' Smokey Bear's blue light
I decided to make just one more CB call...

"Break one-nine for the Super Trooper
Hey there, Super Trooper, tell me if I'm right
Are you my front door?
Are you the White Knight? Come on?"

And he said
"Ten-four, back door 
You in a heap o' trouble, boy, fer sure
Gonna read you your rights and treat you fair 
just pull over there with yer rockin' chair
Want you boys to know each other real well
'Cause you gonna be sharin' the same jail cell
You make twelve cotton-pickers I've caught tonight
Runnin' front door as that White Knight! [snicker]
How 'bout it? [snicker]
Forty miles over the speed limit; you boys gon' be here a while!" [snicker]

That's it, cotton-pickers, I've done been grounded 
My tail in jail and my rig impounded
Called the boss for bond in Big A Town; he said 
"You got in there, you get out, clown!
You lookin' for more than a bond, boy, you ain't got no job!"

I said, "Well boss, it's been nice doin' business with you
Just keep it between the ditches
Sevens, threes, 'n all them good numbers to you
'n boss, if you would do me one favor
I... I wonder if you'd call my wife and tell I her won't be there
Saturday to take the kids to no Little League nowhere now
Tell her maybe she'd better look into that job what she was offered, 'n
Tell her just go ahead and get my friend a leave of action to the VFW

"And boss, before my replacement takes this rig out
Tell him when he's travellin' through the dark Georgia night
Don't never get no fromt door called the White Knight!
No sir, 'n wind up in the pokey with Smokey?
Best thing you can do with that ol' thing is yank it out by the wires
I don't care if it is a Johnson
Sing me a sad tune there, Johnny

"Oh Lordy mercy! Where am I gonna get two hundred 'n fifty green
stamps to get outta this pokey?
Oh Lordy..."

Kan Er Niets Aan Doen ((aka Heel Dicht Bij Jou, Mijn Lief (by Dirk Blanchart) - 1992))
((Adapted from: Plaisir D’amour Ne Dure Qu’un Moment... (by Jean-Pierre Claris de Florian) - 1784 and
Romance (by Jean-Paul Egide Martini) - 1785))
Composer(s): Jean-Pierre Claris de Florian - Jean-Paul Egide Martini - Frank Boeijen
Performer(s): Frank Boeijen - 1997
Versions In Other Languages:
18th Century - The Joys Of Love (by Richard Dyer-Bennett)
1859 - Plaisir D'amour (by Hector Berlioz) (instrumental)
1931 - Plaisir D'amour (by Yvonne Printemps)
1961 - Can't Help Falling In Love (by Elvis Presley)
1978 - Comment Ne Pas Être Amoureux De Vous (by Dave)



Verstandig is het niet
Alleen een idioot denkt niet na
Maar ik kan er niets aan doen
Ik word verliefd op jou

Wat als ik blijf
Zou dat verkeerd zijn
Want ik kan er niets aan doen
Ik wordt verliefd op jou

Een rivier die stroomt
Altijd naar de zee
Liefste ga je mee
Dit had zo moeten zijn

Neem mijn hand
Mijn hele leven is voor jou
Want ik kan er niets aan doen
Ik word verliefd op jou

Want ik kan er niets aan doen
Ik word verliefd op jou...

Rollin' (In My Sweet Baby's Arms)
(Traditional) 
Performer(s): George Jones & Tammy Wynette;
and various other artists



Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms 
Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms 
I'll lay around this shack 
'Til the mail train comes back 
An' I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms 
 
I ain't gonna work on the railroad 
(You ain't gonna work at all if you can help it !) 
No, I ain't gonna work on the farm 
I'll lay 'round this shack 
'Til the mail train comes back 
An' I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms 
 
Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms 
Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms 
I'll lay around this shack 
'Til the mail train comes back 
An' I'm rollin' in my sweet baby's arms 

My mama was a beauty operator 
Sister could sew and could mend 
My daddy owned an interest in that old sorghum mill 
Just-a watchin' all that money roll in 
 
Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms (rollin' in my sweet baby's arms) 
Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms (rollin' in my sweet baby's arms) 
I'll lay around this shack 
'Til the mail train comes back 
An' I'm rollin' in my sweet baby's arms 
 
Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms (rollin' in my sweet baby's arms) 
Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms (rollin' in my sweet baby's arms) 
I'll lay around this shack 
'Til the mail train comes back 
An' I'm rollin' in my sweet baby's arms 
 
Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms (rollin' in my sweet baby's arms) 
Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms (rollin' in my sweet baby's arms) 
I'll lay around this shack 
'Til the mail train comes back 
An' I'm rollin' in my sweet baby's arms 
 
Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms (rollin' in my sweet baby's arms) 
Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms (rollin' in my sweet baby's arms) 
I'll lay around this shack 
'Til the mail train comes back 
An' I'm rollin' in my sweet baby's arms 
 
Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms (rollin' in my sweet baby's arms) 
Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms (rollin' in my sweet baby's arms) 
I'll lay around this shack 
'Til the mail train comes back 
An' I'm rollin' in my sweet baby's arms

The Whistling Song
Composer(s): A. Angers - B. Wicks
Performer(s): Billy Cotton & His Band



When she walks down the street
All the cops on the beat turn and whistle
(Wolf whistle)
When she rides in the row
All the boys shout out “Whoa” and they whistle
(Wolf Whistle)
Apart from the fact that it’s coarse
A whistle unsettles the horse
And an unsettled horse can result in a very sad end
My friend
When she travels by air
Pilots turn round and stare and they whistle
(Wolf whistle)
When she rides in a train
Porters do it again, they all whistle
(Wolf whistle)
Now she’s met a boy who can’t whistle at all
But he’s very handsome, he’s dark and he’s tall
He couldn’t care less about all of the rest
They can whistle

When she goes for a hike
Or a rid on a bike how they whistle
(Wolf whistle)
All the butchers and bakers
And candlestick makers all whistle
(Wolf Whistle)
She doesn’t consider it rude
You can’t call the lady a prude
So our local attraction
Gives some slight reaction
She’ll bow, and how.
When she goes to the movies
Or goes to a show how they whistle
(Wolf whistle)
When she puts on her coat
And is ready to go how they whistle
(Wolf whistle)
They whistled like mad when she went to a ball
She turned to the dark man who’s handsome and tall
And said “Aren’t they darlings, good luck to them all
They can whistle”
(Wolf whistle)

Comment Lui Dire
Performer(s): France Gall



Au beau milieu de la foule
D'un dimanche après-midi
Au beau milieu de la foule
Je le reconnais c'est lui

Au beau milieu de la foule
De ces gens qui me sourient
Parmi tous mes ennemis
Je le reconnais c'est lui

Comment lui dire, comment lui dire
Comment lui faire comprendre d'un sourire
Comment lui dire, comment lui dire

Au beau milieu de la foule
Du dimanche après-midi
Je me sens nerveuse pas kool
Je le reconnais, c'est lui

Au beau milieu de la foule
Des étrangers de ma vie
Je voudrais qu'il ait compris
Qu'il m'emmène loin d'ici

Comment lui dire, comment lui dire
Comment lui faire comprendre d'un sourire
Comment lui dire, comment lui dire

S'il peut m'attendre, s'il peut m'apprendre
S'il peut m'atteindre qu'il vienne à moi
S'il peut comprendre, s'il peut m'entendre
Et me rejoindre qu'il vienne à moi
Qu'il vienne à moi

Au beau milieu de la foule
Du dimanche après-midi
Au beau milieu de la foule
Qu'il m'emporte loin d'ici

Comment lui dire, comment lui dire
Comment lui faire comprendre d'un sourire
Comment lui dire,
Comment, comment,
Comment lui faire comprendre d'un sourire
Comment lui dire, comment lui dire
Comment lui faire comprendre d'un sourire

Rollin' And Tumblin'
Composer(s): Morgan Robinson
Performer(s): Elmore James



I roll and I tumble, cried the whole night long
Yes I roll and I tumble, I cried the whole night long
I got up this morning, feeling that something going on wrong

Well now want you to love me baby, or please let me be
Yes love me baby, or please let me be
If you don't like my peaches please don't shake my tree

Well I want you to love me baby, and come on and say you'll be mine
I want you to love me baby, come and say you'll be mine
If you don't like my potatoes, please don't dig up my vine

The Whistler's Mother-In-Law
Composer(s): Bert Stevens - Larry Wagner
Performer(s): Bing Crosby & Muriel Lane



(BC)
If you’re whistlin’ ‘cause you’re happy
Be very careful Pappy
No tellin’ what a whistler’s mother-in-law will do
Oh, the mammies around the kitchen
Attendin’ to her stitchin’
There’s many behind the door keepin’ an eye on you
She’s got a direct suspicion
You aim to do some fishin’
Your whistlin’, I declare, gave it away for sure
But I reckon you mighta’ known it
Might just as well postpone it
You ain’t gonna go newhere
‘sept on a lecture tour

(ML)
John, John, that’s what I’m a’callin’
Hurry up and haul that coal
John, John, I’m not only stallin’
This old lady’s up to som’thin’
Sure as you’re born

(BC)
As you listen to granny cackle,
She’s found your fishin’ tackle
A whistle for all your plans now for the good they’ll do
Look at granny, she’s got the flivver
She’s headin’ for the river
Well isn’t that like a man’s mother-in-law for you

(ML)
John, John, that’s what I’m a’callin’
Hurry up and haul that coal

(BC)
I hauled that yesterday

(ML)
John, John, I’m not only stallin’
This old lady’s up to som’thin’
Sure as you’re born

(BC)
As you listen to granny cackle
She’s found your fishin’ tackle
A whistle for all your plans now for the good they’ll do
Look at granny, she’s got the flivver
She’s headin’ for the river
Well isn’t that like a man’s mother-in-law for you

Comment L'oublier
Titles In Other Languages: Helwa Ya Baladi; Yo Te Amo
Composer(s): G. Sinoué; J. Barnel; B. Liamis
Performer(s): Dalida



Il était fils de lumière comment l'oublier
Paysan né de la terre comment l'oublier
Depuis ce matin d'automne
Le fleuve immobile raisonne
D'un silence étrange désemparé

Oh, oh

Le vent a porté sa voix comment l'oublier
De Luxor à Sakarya comment l'oublier
Comment effacer le rêve Quand au ciel blesse s'élève
Le cri d'une colombe qui est tombée

Etait-ce un ange était ce un homme qui peut le dire
Mais il a marqué l'histoire de souvenirs
Là-bas au pied des pyramides sous le soleil
Il dort pareil aux pharaons

La vallée des rois m'a dit comment l'oublier
Il pleut sur Alexandrie comment l'oublier
Le ciel bleu n'a plus de flammes
Le sphinx a perdu ses larmes
D'avoir trop pleuré, bien trop pleuré

Même si parfois il a soulevé des orages
Comment être indifférent à son message
Car il n'avait qu'une seule idée
Faire de la terre avec ses frères
Une terre de paix

Oh, oh

Il était fils de lumière comment l'oublier
Paysan né de la terre comment l'oublier
Il a tracé une route que d'autres suivront sans doute
Pour que vive encore le grand espoir

Oh, oh, oh

Comment l'oublier
Comment l'oublier
Oh, oh, oh