The Wild West Is Where I Want To Be
Composer(s): Tom Lehrer
First release by: Tom Lehrer - 1953



Now if I may indulge in a bit of personal history 
a few years ago I worked for a while at the Los Alamos scientific laboratory in New Mexico 
I had a job there as a spy
Now, I guess you know that the staff out there at that time was composed almost exclusively of spies... 
of one persuasion or another 
And, while I was out there
I came to realize how much the Wild West had changed since the good old days of Wyatt Earp and Home on the Range 
and here then is a modern cowboy ballad commemorating that delightful metamorphosis called 
The Wild West Is Where I Wanna Be

Along the trail you'll find me lopin'
Where the spaces are wide open
In the land of the old A.E.C. (yea-hah!)
Where the scenery's attractive
And the air is radioactive
Oh, the wild west is where I wanna be

Mid the sagebrush and the cactus
I'll watch the fellas practice
Droppin' bombs through the clean desert breeze
I'll have on my sombrero
And of course I'll wear a pair o'
Levis over my lead B.V.D.'s

Ah will leave the city's rush
Leave the fancy and the plush
Leave the snow and leave the slush
And the crowds
Ah will seek the desert's hush
Where the scenery is lush
How I long to see the mushroom clouds

'Mid the yuccas and the thistles
I'll watch the guided missiles
While the old F.B.I. watches me (yea-hah!)
Yes, I'll soon make my appearance
(Soon as I can get my clearance)
'Cause the wild west is where I wanna be

Comment Vas-Tu Mentir? - 1963 (aka Venez Tous Avec Moi - 1974)
Adapted from: C'mon Everybody - 1958
Composer(s): Eddy Mitchell; Eddie Cochran; Jerry Capehart
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell - 1963



L'autre soir lorsque tu m'as dit au revoir
J'ai gardé au fond de moi un peu d'espoir
Mais tu n'es pas près de revenir
Avec un ami je t'ai vue partir

Comment vas-tu mentir?

Je suis sûr de moi et sûr de mes pensées
J'étais sûr de toi pourtant tu m'as trompé
J'attends le moment où je vais souffrir
Que vas-tu me dire pour te repentir

Comment vas-tu mentir?

Tu es près de moi mais ton esprit n'est pas là
Tu es tout sourire mais tu dis n'importe quoi
Vraiment tu fais tout pour m'évincer
Oui j'en ai assez tu peux t'en aller

Maintenant tu peux partir
Maintenant tu peux partir...

Romance
Composer(s): Sigmund Romberg;
Otto Harbach; Oscar Hammerstein II
Performer(s): Mario Lanza;
and various other artists



Romance, a playboy who is born each spring
To teach the nightingale to sing
A very pretty song: "I love you"

Romance, a legend on an old brocade
A prince who tells a country maid: "I love you"

Now where this whimsy comes from, I don't know
For when it comes it's just about to go

Romance, a flower that will bloom awhile
With sunshine from a lover's smile
That lover's tears bedew! Ah!

Yet, when I seek this beauty
Flower of youth's first dawning
I find a prosy work-a-day world
Stretching and yawning!

Love is locked up in cages
Kept for a poet's pages
Life and adventure
Don't seem to be paying attention to me!

And so I dream of fair Romance
And let my fancies weave pretty stories
And tho' I know they are not so
I like to go wand'ring amid their wistful glories

My princes become what I mould them
And they stay for the breath of a sigh!
I open my arms to enfold them
And they're gone like a breeze rushing by

Ah, this is a humdrum world
But when I dream I set it dancing
When life is gray, I have a way to keep it gay
Passing the time of day with love

Wild Side Of Life
Composer(s): William Warren - Arlie A. Carter
First release by: Jimmy Heap - 1951
Covered by multiple other artists



You wouldn't read my letter if I wrote you
You asked me not to call you on the phone
But there's something I'm wanting to tell you
So I wrote it in the words of this song

I didn't know God made honky tonk angels
I might have known you'd never make a wife
You gave up the only one that ever loved you
And went back to the wild side of life

The glamour of the gay night-life has lured you
To the places where the wine and liquor flow
Where you wait to be anybody's baby
And forget the truest love you'll ever know

I didn't know God made honky tonk angels
I might have known you'd never make a wife
You gave up the only one that ever loved you
And went back to the wild side of life

Yes it hurt me to know that you don't love me
Though I know that our love's forever gone
And it's killed my soul and pride, Dear, inside me
When I saw you in that stranger's arms so long

I didn't know God made honky tonk angels
I might have known you'd never make a wife
You gave up the only one that ever loved you
And went back to the wild side of life

I'll just live my life alone with mem'ries of you
And dream of kisses traded for my tears
And no-one will ever know how much I love you
And I pray that you'll be happy through the years

I didn't know God made honky tonk angels
I might have known you'd never make a wife
You gave up the only one that ever loved you
And went back to the wild side of life

Comment Tuer L'amant De Sa Femme Quand On A Été Élevé Comme Moi Dans La Tradition
Composer(s): Jacques Brel; G. Jouannest
Performer(s): Jacques Brel



Comment tuer l'amant de sa femme
Quand on a été comme moi élevé
Dans les traditions?
Comment tuer l'amant de sa femme
Quand on a été comme moi élevé
Dans la religion?
Il me faudrait du temps
Et du temps j'en ai pas
Pour elle je travaille tout l'temps
La nuit je veille de nuit
Le jour je veille de jour
Le dimanche je fais des extras
Et même si j'étais moins lâche
Je touve que ce serait dommage
De salir ma réputation
Bien sûr je dors dans le garage
Bien sûr il dort dans mon lit
Bien sûr c'est moi qui fait l'ménage
Mais qui n'a pas ses p'tits soucis?

Comment tuer l'amant de sa femme
Quand on a été comme moi élevé
Dans les traditions?
Il y a l'arsenic ouais
C'est trop long
Il y a le révolver
Mais c'est trop court
Il y a l'amitié
C'est trop cher
Il y a le mépris
C'est un péché
Comment tuer l'amant d'sa femme
Quand on a reçu comme moi
La croix d'honneur
Chez les bonnes sœurs?
Comment tuer l'amant d'sa femme
Moi qui n'ose même pas
Le lui dire avec des fleurs?
Comme je n'ai pas l'courage
De l'insulter tout l'temps
Il dit que l'amour me rend lâche
Comme il est en chômage
Il dit en me frappant
Que l'amour le rend imprévoyant
Il croit que c'est amusant
Pour un homme qui a mon âge
Qui n'a plus de femme et onze enfants
Bien sûr je leur fais la cuisine
Je bats les chiens et les tapis
Le soir je leur chante "Nuit de Chine"
Mais qui n'a pas ses p'tits soucis?

Pourquoi tuer l'amant d'sa femme
Puisque c'est à cause de moi
Qu'il est un peu vérolé?
Pourquoi tuer l'amant d'ma femme
Puisque c'est à cause de moi
Qu'il est péniciliné?

Romance
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque



Te seqüestrei
Vou te reter pra sempre
Na minha idéia
No teu lugar, talvez
Fique alguma tonta, uma dublê
Uma mulher alheia

Na minha idéia
Vives plenamente
És a pessoa
Com todas as canções
Os momentos bons e as horas más
Que a memória coa

Nas horas à toa
Às vezes ando a cismar

Serei eu mesmo
Este cantor confuso
Que te rodeia
Ou estarei feliz
Sendo eternamente o que já fui
Dentro da tua idéia

The Wild Rover
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Dropkick Murphys
and multiple other artists



I've been a wild rover for many's the year
I've spent all me money on whiskey and beer
But now I'm returning with gold in great store
And I never will play the wild rover no more

And it's No, Nay, never
No, nay never no more
Will I play the wild rover
No never no more

I went in to an alehouse I used to frequent
And I told the landlady me money was spent
I asked her for credit, she answered me nay
Such a customer as you I can have any day

And it's No, Nay, never
No, nay never no more
Will I play the wild rover
No never no more

I took up from my pocket, ten sovereigns bright
And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight
She says "I have whiskeys and wines of the best
And the words that you told me were only in jest"

And it's No, Nay, never
No, nay never no more
Will I play the wild rover
No never no more

I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done
And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son
And, when they've caressed me as oft times before
I never will play the wild rover no more

And it's No, Nay, never
No, nay never no more
Will I play the wild rover
No never no more

Comment Trouvez-Vous Ma Soeur?
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg



Toutes les femmes sont jolies
Enfin, plus ou moins jolies, jolies
Yes Sir, yes Sir
Mais comment trouvez-vous ma sœur?

Celle-ci, bien sûr, est charmante
Celle-là est ravissante
Yes Sir, yes Sir
Mais comment trouvez-vous ma sœur?

N'est-elle pas à la hauteur
Pour qui cherche un souffre-douceur?

Toutes les femmes sont à prendre
Enfin, y en a qui peuvent attendre
Yes Sir, yes Sir
Mais comment trouvez-vous ma sœur?

Roman Guitar
((Italian Version: Chitarra Romana (Claudio Villa))
Composer(s): Eldo Di Lazzaro - Daniele Bruno - Andre DeBadet - Marjorie Harper
Performer(s): Lou Monte



Purple shawdows are creeping
And the fountain is weeping
Hear the trees gently sigh
While the wind's murming by
As they ride from afar
All my memories awaken
'Neath each bright watching star
Play for one who's forsaken
On my Roman guitar

Suona, suona mia chitarra
Lascia piangere il mio cuore
Senza casa e senza amore
Mi rimani solo tu

Se la voce è un po' velata
Accompagnami in Sordina
La mia bella fornarina al balcone non c'è più

Suona, suona mia chitarra
Lascia piangere il mio cuore
Senza casa e senza amore
Mi rimani solo tu

Purple shawdows are creeping
And the fountain is weeping
Hear the trees gently sigh
While the wind's murming by
As they ride from afar
All my memories awaken
'Neath each bright watching star
Play for one who's forsaken
On my Roman guitar

Se la voce è un po' velata
Accompagnami in Sordina
La mia bella fornarina al balcone non c'è più

Play for one who's forsaken
On my Roman guitar

Wild Places
Composer(s): Duncan Browne
Performer(s): Duncan Browne
and multiple other artists



La prima donna slipped into her leather
But she was restless, she knew it in her heart of hearts
She said 'tonight you'd better pull yourself together
Because tonight I'm going to pull myself apart'
Out on the streets everyone is searching for a thrill
But she's the only one that's out there really dressed to kill
And she said 'listen to me, it's not a tragedy
This time I'm getting through and now there's something
You can do for me and ohhhh... 
Take me to the wild places
And let me show you what the night is for
'Cause I don't want to dream
I want to set the wheels in motion
I don't want to see your eyes across a dancing floor...

TV angel with her eyes full of smoke
Gazing at the hero, he's do mucho macho
He shrugs, he says 'this must be some kind of joke'
As she pulls on his cigarette and loves him to distraction
But she cries 'I don't want to feel like a machine
I'm not the only one who wants to feel the in-between
That's why I'm deep into this fatal fascination
That's why I've lost the art of conversation
And ohhh...
Take me to the wild places
If you want to see what's really in my soul
But you better keep your eye on where my pretty face is
'Cause in the heat of the moment
I just lose control
I just lose control
Eyes out of focus, the sharpening of blades
The sad tension, reek of Patchouli
Even the jokers are dealing in spades
It's one dimension, it's all so passé
Just then a voice said 'honey
It's too late to change your mind'
Her face tightened, I could see she'd found a new design
And she said 'listen to me, it's just a fantasy
This time I'm coming through and now
There's something you can do for me
Ohh... Take me to the wild places
And let me show you what the night is for
And I don't want to dream
I want to set the wheels in motion
I want to see your eyes across the dancing floor
Ooh, lover set the wheels in motion 
Ooh, lover set the wheels in motion
Ooh, lover set the wheels in motion
In the heat of the moment I just lose control..

Comment T'es Devenu Riche? - 1985
Adapted from: If You're So Smart, How Come You Ain't Rich? - 1951
Composer(s): Eddy Mitchell / Walter Bishop / Norman Friedman
Performer(s): Eddy Paris Mitchell - 1985



Tu m'fais le coup de l'attaché de presse
Cigare, attaché case
Tu fais très star
Comment t'es devenu riche?
Tu brasses plus de vent que d'affaires
T'as pas le pétrole mais l'désert
Si t'es pas star, dis-moi
Comment t'es devenu riche?
Tes ardoises dans les restos
Me font froid dans le dos
Mais toi, tu saurais vendre un frigo
Même à un esquimau
T'as tous les looks chébran, macho
Mais j'peux pas tomber dans le panneau
Toi t'es pas star, alors
Comment t'es devenu riche?
Laisse moi deviner, t'es dans le porno?
Non, pirate en vidéo, non?
T'as rien d'une star, alors
Comment t'es devenu riche?
T'es pas dealer, t'es pas show-biz
Tu sais même pas ce que c'est la crise
T'es même pas star, alors
Comment t'es devenu riche?
Je crois qu'tu roules, qu'en t'es fait de trop
Avoue, t'as plus de boulot
Là, j'dois reconnaître que tu portes beau
Mais dis-moi, t'es mal dans ta peau
Moi, je n'en t'en veux pas, t'as essayé
Mais on ne peut pas toujours gagner
Oh, je n'achète rien, je ne suis pas riche
Et si je te mens alors là c'est moi qui triche
Les nouveaux pauvres ne sont pas d'anciens riches

Romagna Mia
Composer(s): Raul Casadei
Performer(s): Raul Casadei;
and various other artists



Sento la nostalgia d'un passato
ove la mamma mia ho lasciato
Non ti potrò scordar casetta mia
in questa notte stellata
la mia serenata io canto per te

Romagna mia, Romagna in fiore
tu sei la stella, tu sei l'amore
Quando ti penso, vorrei tornare
dalla mia bella al casolare

Romagna, Romagna mia
lontan da te non si può star!

The Wild One, Forever
Composer(s): Tom Petty
Performer(s): Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers



Well the moon sank as the wind blew 
The street lights slowly died 
They call you the wild one, said stay 'way from her 
Said she could love no one if she tried 

But then somethin' I saw 
In your eyes told me right away 
That you were gonna have to be mine 
When the strangest feeling came over me 
Down inside no matter what it takes 
I'll never get over how good it felt 
When you finally held m e 
I'll never regret 
Baby those few hours 
Will grow in my head 
Forever 

Well it's too bad, but I want you 
To know I understand 
Yeah, it's been a long time but I don't mind 
Yeah, it's all right I understand 

Beca use somethin' I saw 
In your eyes told me right away 
That you were gonna have to be mine 
When the strangest feeling came over me 
Down inside I knew right away 
I'll never get over how good it felt 
When you finally kissed me 
I'll never regret 
Baby those few hours 
Will grow in my head 
Forever

If You're So Smart, How Come You Ain't Rich? - 1951
French Title: Comment T'es Devenu Riche? - 1985
Composer(s): Walter Bishop; Norman Friedman
First release by: Louis Jordan - 1951



You' braggin all about the things you can do
Every time you make a pitch
If you're so smart
How come you ain't rich?
You claim to have picked every horse that won
'Cause you know just which is which
Yes, if you're so smart
Tell me, how come you ain't rich?

Henry built the Ford and made his pile
Woolworth used his five and ten
Rockerfeller's wealth came from Standard Oil
And Waterman's came from a pen
You claim it all came from consultin' you
Isn't that a brand new switch?
If you're so smart
How come you ain't rich?

Mention work and you go berserk
'Cause you hate to do a stitch
If you're so smart
How come you ain't rich?
You're out for a ride on the road to fame
Yet you wind up in a ditch
Mmm-hmm - if you're so smart
Tell me, how come you ain't rich?

Hershey started with a chocolate bar
Wrigley with a stick of gum
Planters took his peanuts and travelled far
Now tell me - what'you doin', chum?
I' been hearin' all about all your big ideas
Since you started 
What's the hitch?
You never made ten dollars yet
You say you can balance the national debt
If you're so smart
How come you ain't rich?

Roma Roma
Composer(s): Bardotti; F. Latini; 
G. Scalamogna; Antonello Venditti
Performer(s): Antonello Venditti



Roma Roma Roma
core de stà città
unico grande amore
de tanta e tanta gente
che fai sospirà
Roma Roma Roma
lassace cantà
da stà voce nasce un core
so centomila voci che hai fatto nammorà

Roma Roma bella
t'ho dipinta io
gialla come er sole
rossa come er core mio

Roma Roma mia
nun te fa cantà
tu sei nata grande
e grande hai da restà

Roma Roma Roma
core de stà città
unico grande amore
de tanta e tanta gente
ch'hai fatto nammorà

The Wild Colonial Boy ((aka Jack's Heroes (The Pogues & The Dubliners) - 1990))
((Danish Version: Familiens Sorte Får (Gustav Winckler) - 1953))
(Traditional - 1881)
Performer(s): The Clancy Brothers & Tommy Maken - 1962
and multiple other artists



There was a wild colonial boy, Jack Duggan was his name
He was born and raised in Ireland, in a place called Castlemaine
He was his father's only son, his mother's pride and joy
And dearly did his parents love the wild colonial boy

At the early age of sixteen years he left his native home
And to Australia's sunny shore, he was inclined to roam
He robbed the rich, he helped the poor, he shot James MacEvoy
A terror to Australia was, the wild colonial boy

One morning on the prairie, as Jack he rode along
A-listening to the mocking bird, a-singing a cheerful song
Up stepped a band of troopers: Kelly, Davis and Fitzroy
They all set out to capture him, the wild colonial boy

Surrender now, Jack Duggan, for you see we're three to one
Surrender in the King's high name, you are a plundering son
Jack drew two pistols from his belt, he proudly waved them high
I'll fight, but not surrender, said the wild colonial boy

He fired a shot at Kelly, which brought him to the ground
And turning round to Davis, he recieved a fatal wound
A bullet pierced his proud young heart, from the pistol of Fitzroy
And that was how they captured him, the wild colonial boy 

Comment T'en Apercevoir
Performer(s): France Gall



Le monde est là qui vient qui va
Et qui tourne sans toi
Mais tu sais il n'attendra pas
Un signe de toi
Donner c'est mieux que recevoir
Essaie un peu pour voir
Pour mieux supporter les heures du soir
Les heures de cafard
De désespoir

Comment, comment t'en apercevoir
Si tu restes toute seule dans le noir
Comment, comment t'en apercevoir
Si tu restes toute seule devant ton miroir

Quand tu vois tous ces gens passer
Sans les regarder
Sans même un jour avoir l'idée
D'aller leur parler
Tu sens le froid de l'hiver passer
Et tu restes enfermée
Tu voudrais rire ou bien danser
Et ne plus penser
Quand dehors c'est l'été

Comment, comment t'en apercevoir
Si tu restes toute seule dans le noir
Comment, comment t'en apercevoir
Si tu restes toute seule devant ton miroir

Roma Capoccia
Composer(s): Antonello Venditti
Performer(s): Antonello Venditti; Claudio Villa



Quanto sei bella Roma quand'e' sera
quando la luna se specchia
dentro ar fontanone
e le coppiette se ne vanno via
quanto sei bella Roma quando piove

Quanto sei bella Roma quand'e' er tramonto
quando l'arancio rosseggia
ancora sui sette colli
e le finestre so' tanti occhi
che te sembrano dì: quanto sei bella

Oggi me sembra che
er tempo se sia fermato qui
vedo la maestà der Colosseo
vedo la santità der cupolone
e so' piu' vivo e so' più bbono
no nun te lasso mai
Roma capoccia der mondo infame
na carrozzella va co du stranieri
un robivecchi te chiede un po'de stracci
li passeracci so'usignoli
io ce so'nato Roma
io t'ho scoperta stamattina

Jack's Heroes
(Adapted from: The Wild Colonial Boy - 1881)
((Danish Version: Familiens Sorte Får (Gustav Winckler) - 1953))
(Traditional)
Performer(s): The Pogues & The Dubliners - 1990



They wear green
And they are beautiful
And their hearts are filled with love
They're as pure as any lily
And as gentle as the dove
They'll sing and cheer in harmony
Till their throats are cracked & sore
But there is no doubt
You'll hear them shout
When Jackie's heroes score
Too-ra-loo Too-ra-loo
And we'll follow Jack's heroes
Whatever they do
They'll come from Dublin
And from Cork, from dear old Donegal
From London, Boston, & New York
From anywhere at all
From Parramatta to Fermoy
Strabane to Skibereen
(And will) the shout go up
When the World Cup
Is raised on Stephens Green
(Yes it will)
And when we're there in Italy
On Sardinia's sunny shore
We'll be the boys you'll want to see
The boys you'll all adore
We'll play like perfect gentlemen
To win, to lose, to draw
For we're here to take the World Cup
To Paddy's shamrock shore 

Comment Te Dire Adieu? - 1968
Adapted from: It Hurts To Say Goodbye - 1966
Swedish Title: Så Synd Du Måste Gå - 1969
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg; Arnold Goland; Jack Gold
Performer(s): Françoise Hardy - 1968
Covered by various other artists



Sous aucun pretexte
Je ne veux
Avoir de reflexes
Malheureux
Il faut que tu m'expliques
Un peu mieux 
Comment te dire adieu 

Mon coeur de silex 
Vite prend feu
Ton coeur de pyrex
Resiste au feu 
Je suis bien perplexe
Je ne veux 
Me resoudre aux adieus 

Je sais bien qu'un ex amour n'a pas de chance, ou si peu
Mais pour moi un explication voudrait mieux 

Sous aucun pretexte 
Je ne veux 
Devant toi surexposer mes yeux
Derrière un kleenex
Je saurais mieux
Comment te dire adieu 
Comment te dire adieu

Tu as mis a l'index nos nuits blanches, nos matins gris-bleu 
Mais pour moi un explication voudrait mieux 

Sous aucun pretexte
Je ne veux
Devant toi surexposer mes yeux 
Derrière un kleenex
Je saurais mieux 
Comment te dire adieu 
Comment te dire adieu 
Comment te dire adieu