There's No One With Endurance (Like The Man Who Sells Insurance)
Composer(s): Frank Crumit - Burt Curtis
Performer(s): Frank Crumit



I used to be as happy as a squirrel in a tree
Till a man who sold insurance made a nervous wreck of me
He followed me persistently and if I'm put away
That bird who sold insurance made me what I am today

For there's no one with endurance
Like the man who sells insurance
He's everybody's best friend
He will follow you and fret you
But remember he will get you
For he gets us all in the end

In spite of every way I tried to leave him in the lurch
He chased me in the subway and he followed me to church
I even spent a night in jail in my desire to hide
But in the morning George Insurance was waiting just outside

For there's no one with endurance
Like the man who sells insurance
He's everybody's best friend
He'll be sweeter than molasses
But when he puts on his glasses
He gets us all in the end

One day at Coney Island when I went in for a swim
A man swam up beside me who was no-on else but him
Said he to me "I'm glad to see you love the ocean wave
But our 20-year endowment is the only way to save"

For there's no one with endurance
Like the man who sells insurance
He's everybody's best friend
He's always bright and snappy
And no wonder that he's happy
For he gets us all in the end

One day I saw him coming so I quickly climbed a tree
But George Insurance saw me too and climbed up after me
Said he to me up in the tree: "I'm fond of nature too
But our 20-year endowment is the policy for you"

For there's no one with endurance
Like the man who sells insurance
He's everybody's best friend
And the harder that you make it
Believe me he can take it
For he gets us all in the end

Cosa Hai Messo Nel Caffè
Composer(s): G. Bigazzi; Riccardo Del Turco
Performer(s): Riccardo Del Turco



M'hai detto vieni su da me
l'inverno è caldo su da me 
non senti il freddo che fa
in questa nostra città
Perchè non vieni su da me
saremo soli io e te
ti posso offrire un caffè
in fondo che male c'è

Ma cosa hai messo nel caffè
che ho bevuto su da te?
C'è qualche cosa di diverso
adesso in me
se c'è un veleno morirò
ma sarà dolce accanto a te
perchè l'amore che non c'era
adesso c'è

Non so neppure che giorno è
ma tutti i giorni sarò da te
è un'abitudine ormai
che non so perdere, sai

Ma cosa hai messo nel caffè
che ho bevuto su da te?
C'è qualche cosa di diverso
adesso in me
se c'è un veleno morirò
ma sarà dolce accanto a te
perchè l'amore che non c'era
adesso c'è

Stamani,amore,pensando a te
il primo fiorem'ha detto che
l'inverno ormai se ne va
ma tu rimani con me

Ma cosa hai messo nel caffè
che ho bevuto su da te?
C'è qualche cosa di diverso
adesso in me
se c'è un veleno morirò
ma sarà dolce accanto a te
perchè l'amore che non c'era
adesso c'è
Se c'è un veleno morirò
Se c'è un veleno morirò

Rush Hour
Composer(s): Peter Rafelson; Jane Wiedlin
Performer(s): Jane Wiedlin



Something's coming over me
I'm so dizzy I can't see
Can't make out the forest for the trees
My heart is beating faster 
Now as the traffic's slowing down
Suddenly I'm all alone with you 

It's so good, baby
When you're at the wheel
I can't believe the way I feel
It's such a rush just being with you

We're driving in the rush hour
Ooh, you send me, you take me to the rush hour
Ooh, you send me, you got me in the rush hour

Feel it getting hot in here
Feel me getting close to you, Dear
Slow motion, moving you, moving me
Now your lips are touching mine 
And in your eyes that certain shine
Honey, I know just where you're taking me

It's so good, baby
When you're at the wheel
I can't believe the way I feel
It's such a rush just being with you 

We're driving in the rush hour
Ooh, you send me, you take me to the rush hour
Ooh, you send me, you got me in the rush hour

Oh, it's so good, baby
When you're at the wheel
I can't believe the way I feel
It's such a rush just being with you

We're driving in the rush hour
Ooh, you send me, you take me to the rush hour
Ooh, you send me, you got me in the rush hour 

Ooh, you send me
Ooh, you send me
You got me in the rush hour
Ooh, you send me 
We're driving in the rush hour
Ooh, you send me 
You got me, you got me
Ooh, you send me 
We're driving in the rush hour
Ooh, you send me
Ooh, you send me
Ooh, you send me

There's No One Quite Like Grandma
Composer(s): Gordon Lorenz
Performer(s): St. Winifred's School Choir



Grandma, we love you 
Grandma, we do 
Though you may be far away 
We think of you 

There's no one quite like Grandma 
And I know you will agree 
That she always is a friend to you 
And she's a friend to me 
There's no one quite like Grandma 
She's there in times of need 
Before it's bedtime, on her knee 
To us a book she'll read 

Grandma, we love you 
Grandma, we do 
Though you may be far away 
We think of you 

And one day when we're older 
We'll look back and say 
There's no one quite like Grandma 
She has helped us on our way 

Grandma, we love you 
Grandma, we do 
Grandma, we love you 
Grandma, we do 

There's no one quite like Grandma 
A love we always share 
At party time and Christmas too 
We know that she'll be there 
There's no one quite like Grandma 
She always has a smile 
She never hurries us along 
Just stays a little while 

Grandma, we love you 
Grandma, we do 
Though you may be far away 
We think of you 

And one day when we're older 
We'll look back and say 
There's no one quite like Grandma 
She has helped us on our way 

Grandma, we love you 
Grandma, we do 
Grandma, we love you 
And we know you love us too

'Cos I Love That Rock 'N' Roll
Performer(s): Cliff Richard



Where has all that rock'n'roll gone
Oh won't somebody tell me where?
'cos it used to be when I was young
That you could hear them playing it everywhere
But now it seems they're all so hooked on fashion
The music's taken second place
Everyone it seems has one obsession
To beat the others in the race
And it just don't feel right to me
No no it just don't feel right to me

'cos I love that rock'n'roll too much
And I don't wanna see it ever waving goodbye
Yeah I love that rock'n'roll too too much
And I couldn't bear to see it go by
Rock'n'roll you're too much to deny

Oh where has all that music gone
There must be some mistake
From something that was so much fun
They were burning bridges in their wake
O.k. everything has got to keep changing
I know it has to be that way
But isn't it too high a price we're paying
We're losing most of yesterday
And it just don't feel right to me

Rupture En VHS
Composer(s): Claude Moine; P. Papadiamandis
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell



J'ai reçu ta cassette vidéo V.H.S.
Ton film est maladroit mais l'idée m'intéresse
Tu vis, tu parles
Zoom sur tes yeux pâles
Et tu me dis que la vie avec moi
N'a plus beaucoup d'intérêt
Tu dis qu'le tracking est en moi
Qu'mon fasing reviens sans arrêt
Programme pour l'amour
Codé pour toujours
Sans replay
Ton visage est sur pause
La couleur vire au mauve
Photo surexposée
Flou navrant démodé
Un court-métrage
De rupture, de naufrage
Où tu me dis que la vie avec moi
Scénario sans intérêt
Tu dis qu'le tracking est en moi
Qu'mon fasing revient sans arrêt
Dialogue de sourd
J'appuie sur "retour"
Sans regret
Un court-métrage
De rupture, de naufrage
Où tu me dis que la vie avec moi
Et tu me dis que la vie avec moi
N'a plus beaucoup d'intérêt
Tu dis qu'le tracking est en moi
Qu'mon fasing reviens sans arrêt
Tu dis qu'le tracking est en moi
Qu'mon fasing reviens sans arrêt

There's No Me Without You
Composer(s): E. Bivins
Performer(s): Manhattans



Baby, you are my life
And without you I'm an empty shell

There's no house without a home
And there's no man who wants to be alone
There's no child without a dream
And there's no song without a meaning

That's how I know
There's no me without you
There's no me without you

There's no life without a plan
Every woman wants herself a good man
There's a heartaches without tears
And time just can't go by without the years

That's how I know
There's no me without you
There's no me without you

You know there's no stars without the night
Huh, and there's no wrong without a right
And there's no good without a bad
And when one man is happy , the other man is sad

Oh... oh... that's how I know
There's no me without you
There's no me without you
Oh... oh... yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

That's how I know (That's how I know, baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
There's no me without you (My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my)
That's how I know (There's no house, there's no house without a home)
That's how I know (And there's no man, no man who wants to be alone)

Cortar Hasta El Hueso
Composer(s): Miguel Mateos
Performer(s): Miguel Mateos



Sentado en medio de un sucio bar
con tiempo para reflexionar
cansado de esperar
hoy voy a cortar hasta el hueso
y más...

Latas vacías
pero dónde está el que nos guía
que abra los Cabildos
que invadan la ciudad
los portadores sanos del amor, oh no

Tira, tira, tira hermano mío
no lo dejes escapar
Dale, dale un poco más de hilo
para quien quiera remontar
y así, con un golpe
en la nuca a Dios, tal vez
caer en pos de la belleza

Viniste a un mundo
rojo y profundo
descubrirás la sed
el miedo y el refugio que da
sólo la amistad

Sentado en medio de un sucio bar
con tiempo para reflexionar
cansado de esperar
hoy voy a cortar hasta el hueso
y más, y más...

Tira, tira, tira hermano mío
no lo dejes escapar
Dale, dale un poco más de hilo
para quien quiera remontar
y así, con un golpe
en la nuca a Dios, tal vez
caer en pos de la belleza

no lo dejes escapar...
para quien quiera remontar
y así, con un golpe
en la nuca a Dios, tal vez
caer en pos de la belleza

Runs In The Family
Composer(s): Terre Roche
Performer(s): The Roches



I can't get over what I saw
And I can't change the law of averages
I'm going down
My uncle did it; my daddy did it
I'm beginning to think that it runs in the family
Oh no, runs in the family

One by one we left home
We went so far out there
Everybody got scared
My uncle did it; my daddy did it
I'm beginning to think that it runs in the family
Oh no, runs in the family

All the boys could have gone to school
All the girls were pretty enough to play the fool
Something about the danger zone
Wouldn't leave the bunch of us alone

I remember that night
It was the one I picked a fight with you
I'm holding the bag
Just like my mama did
Just like her mama did
Now there's gonna be a new kid in the family
Oh no, kid you're gonna run in the family
Oh yeah, kid you're gonna run in the family

N'y Pense Plus, Tout Est Bien
((Adapted from: Who's Gonna Buy You Ribbons (When I'm Gone) (Paul Clayton) - 1960) 
((aka Don't Think Twice, It's All Right (Bob Dylan - 1963))
Composer(s): Paul Clayton - Bob Dylan - Hugues Aufray - Pierre Delanoë
Performer(s): Hugues Aufray - 1965

Versions In Other Languages:
1965 - Itke Siis, Siitä Viis (Johnny & The Sounds)
1970 - È Inutile Sedersi E Domandarsi (Bobby Solo)
1992 - Glem Det Hele (Men Husk Hva' Du Sagde) (Peter Belli & De Nye Rivaler)
1999 - E Bine, Nu Te Razgîndi (Alexandru Andries)
2005 - Niin Vain On Ja Olkoon Nin (Åttopojat)



À quoi ça sert de chercher à comprendre
Pourquoi on dit ce qu'on dit
À quoi ça sert de chercher à comprendre
Quand c'est fini c'est fini
Quand le soleil se lèvera demain
Je serai déjà loin très loin
Il faut se quitter en chemin
N'y pense plus tout est bien

À quoi ça sert de chercher la lumière
Puisqu'il n'y a rien à voir
A quoi ça sert de chercher la lumière
Je veux rester dans le noir
Tu peux toujours essayer de me dire
Ce que tu n'as jamais su me dire
Quand nous marchions main dans la main
Mais n'y pense plus tout est bien

Moi j'ai choisi la route solitaire
Pareille à celle du vent
Moi j'ai choisi la route solitaire
Qui va là-bas loin devant
Mais je voudrais qu'on se quitte bons amis
Tu aurais pu faire mieux ma foi tant pis
Le temps qu'on a passé c'était pour rien
Mais n'y pense plus tout est bien

À quoi ça sert de verser tant de larmes
Ce sont des larmes perdues
À quoi ça sert de verser tant de larmes
Je ne t'entends déjà plus
Sur mon chemin mon souvenir m'attend
On m'avait dit de toi c'n'est qu'une enfant
J'allais perdre mon âme dans tes mains
Mais n'y pense plus tout est bien

Corro El Riesgo
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez



Por el día en el peligro de olvidar
por la noche me amenaza tu recuerdo extraño
Corro el riesgo de negarme a ver el día o la noche
-corro el riesgo de querer dejarme ciego-

Esto pasa diariamente
aunque estoy acostumbrado a todo
hace mucho tiempo
demasiado tiempo

Por el día me entretengo en no pensar en ti
por la noche me acorralan el temor, los años
Corro el riesgo de empezar a imaginarme parques
-corro el riesgo de querer dormir sin tener sueño-

Esto pasa diariamente
aunque estoy acostumbrado a todo
hace mucho tiempo
demasiado tiempo

Por el día tengo miedo de no respirar
por la noche tengo miedo de quedarme quieto
Corro el riesgo de que un día se demore el alba
-corro el riesgo de que el miedo se me duerma adentro-

Esto pasa diariamente
aunque estoy acostumbrado a todo
hace mucho tiempo
demasiado tiempo

Running With The Night
Composer(s): Lionel Richie; Cynthia Weil
Performer(s): Lionel Richie;
Ricardo Caliente; Gary Tesca Orch.



The heart of the city street was beating
Light from the neons turned the dark to day
We were too hot to think of sleeping
We had to get out before the magic got away

(Chorus)
We were running with the night
Playing in the shadows
Just you and I, 'til the morning light
(We were running, running with the night)

You were looking so good girl, heads were turning
You and me on the town ooh, we let it all hang out
The fire was in us, we were burning
We were gonna go all the way and we never had a doubt

(Chorus)
We were running with the night
Playing in the shadows
Just you and I, 'til the morning light
(We were running, running with the night)

We were so in love you and me
On the boulevard wild and free
Giving all we got, we laid it down
Taking every shot, we took the town

(Chorus)
We were running with the night
Playing in the shadows
Just you and I, girl it was so right, so right
(We were running) Oh (running with the night)

Just you and I (we were running)
We were running with the night
Playing in the shadows
Just you and I, girl it was so right (We were running)
Girl so right (running with the night)
So right ...

Who's Gonna Buy You Ribbons (When I'm Gone) ((aka Don't Think Twice, It's All Right (Bob Dylan) - 1963))
Composer(s): Paul Clayton
First release by: Paul Clayton - 1960

Versions In Other Languages:
1965 - N'y Pense Plus, Tout Est Bien (Hugues Aufray)
1965 - Itke Siis, Siitä Viis (Johnny & The Sounds)
1970 - È Inutile Sedersi E Domandarsi (Bobby Solo)
1992 - Glem Det Hele (Men Husk Hva' Du Sagde) (Peter Belli & De Nye Rivaler)
1999 - E Bine, Nu Te Razgîndi (Alexandru Andries)
2005 - Niin Vain On Ja Olkoon Nin (Åttopojat)



Ain't no use to sit and cry now darling
Wonder who's gonna buy you ribbons when I'm gone?

It's hard to keep from thinking bout last summer
We used to be together everywhere
Remember how we walked along the sidewalk
We'd stop, I'd buy a ribbon for your hair

Ain't no use to sit and sigh now darling
And there ain't no use to sit and cryin' now
I can't help but wonder just a little
Wonder who's gonna buy you ribbons when I'm gone?

So now I walk alone along the sidewalk
But somehow things are not the same there
I see the places that we saw together
The shop that sold the ribbons for your hair

Ain't no use to sit and sigh now darling
And there ain't no use to sit and cryin' now
I can't help but wonder just a little
Wonder who's gonna buy you ribbons when I'm gone?

Wonder who's gonna buy you ribbons when I'm gone?...

Corrido De Pancho Villa
(Tradicional)
Performer(s): Victor Jara



Fui soldado de Francisco Villa
de aquel hombre de fama inmortal
que aunque estuvo sentado en la silla
no envidiara la presidencial

Ahora vivo alla por la orilla
recordando aquel tiempo inmortal
ay, ay
ahora vivo alla por la orilla
recordando a Villa alla por Parral

Yo fui uno de aquellos dorados
que con tiempo llego a ser mayor
en la lucha quedamos lisiados
defendiendo la patria y honor

Hoy recuerdo los tiempos pasados
que peleamos con el invasor
ay, ay
hoy recuerdo los tiempos pasados
de aquellos dorados que yo fui mayor

Mi caballo que tanto montaba
en Jimenez la muerte alcanzo
una bala que a mi me tocaba
a su cuerpo se le atraveso

Al morir de dolor relinchaba
por la patria la vida entrego
ay, ay
al morir de dolor relinchaba
como le lloraba cuando se murio

Pancho Villa te llevo grabado
en mi mente y en mi corazon
y aunque a veces me vi derrotado
por las fuerzas de Alvaro Obregon
siempre anduve como fiel soldado
hasta el fin de la revolucion
ay, ay
siempre anduve como fiel soldado
que tanto ha luchado al pie del cañon

Runnin' With The Devil
Composer(s): Michael Anthony; David Lee Roth; 
Alex Van Halen; Eddie Van Halen
Performer(s): Van Halen;
and various other artists



Yeah, Yeah!
Ah, yeah!

I live my life like there's no tomorrow
and all I've got, I had to steal
Least I don't need to beg or borrow
Yes I'm livin' at a pace that kills

Oooh, yeah
(Ahh!) Runnin' with the devil (Ahh-hah! Yeah!)
(Woo-hoo-oo!) Runnin' with the devil
I'm gonna tell ya all about it

I found the simple life ain't so simple
When I jumped out, on that road
I got no love, no love you'd call real
Ain't got nobody, waitin' at home

(Ah, yeah-ah!)
Runnin' with the devil
(God damn it lady. You know I ain't lyin' to ya)
(I'm only gonna tell you one time-ya!)
Runnin' with the devil
(Yes I am! Yeah!)

Woo!

Woo!

You know I, I found the simple life
Weren't so simple, no
When I jumped out, on that road
Got no love, no love you'd call real
Got nobody, waitin' at home

(Ah, yeah!)
Runnin' with the devil
(Hold on. Hold on, I'm runnin'! Ah, yeah!)
Runnin' with the devil
(Uh! Uh! Come on, one more time)

(Ha-yeah!)
Runnin' with the devil
(Oh, yeah! Ya-yeah!)
Runnin' with the devil
(Woo! Woo!)
Runnin' with the devil
(Ah-ha, yeah! Ah-ha, yeah! Ah-hah, yeah!)
Runnin' with the devil (Woo!)

There's No Living Without Your Loving
((Italian Version: Lo Stesso Giorno La Stessa Ora (I Camaleonti) - 1966))
Composer(s): Jerry Harris - Paul Kaufman
First release by: Gene Pitney - 1964
Covered by multiple other artists



There's no living without your loving, baby
I love you too much

If I can't love you till the day I die
Then baby, oh baby, what good am I?
If I can't reach out & know that you'll be there
Then this ol' world ain't spinnin' anywhere

There's no living without your loving
Without the magic of your tender touch
There's no living without your loving, baby
I love you too much

And I wouldn't want to live my life through
Knowing in my heart I never will have you
Oh, if I can't hold you & kiss you anymore
Then what on earth am I living for?

There's no living without your loving
Without the magic of your tender touch
There's no living without your loving, baby
I love you too much

Oh I love you too much
Oh much much too much
Oh baby

There's no living without your loving
Without the magic of your tender touch
There's no living without your loving, baby
I love you too much

Corrido De Mazatlán
Composer(s): José Alfredo Jiménez
Performer(s): José Alfredo Jiménez



Hoy que el destino me trajo hasta esta tierra
donde el pacífico es algo sin igual
es necesario que suene la guitarra
para cantarle un corrido a Mazatlán

Yo sé que debo cantar con todo el alma
para esta gente que es puro corazón
a ver si llega mi canto a la montaña
y hasta en el faro se escucha mi canción

Ay que bonito paseo del Centenario
ay que bonita también su catedral
aquí hasta un pobre se siente millonario
aquí la vida se pasa sin llorar

Yo soy fuereño
nací de aquí muy lejos
y sin embargo les digo en mi cantar
que tienen todos ustedes un orgullo
el grna orgullo de ser de Mazatlán

Esas mujeres que tienen por mujeres
ante las rosas las pueden comparar
porque el aroma que tienen los claveles
lo tienen ellas y ienen algo más

Y de sus hombre pos'que podría decirles
que son amigos y nobles en verdad
y sin que olviden sus típicas arañas
que lindo es todo lo que hay en Mazatlán

Ay que bonito paseo del Centenario
ay que bonita también su catedral
aquí hasta un pobre se siente millonario
aquí la vida se pasa sin llorar

Yo soy fuereño
nací de aquí muy lejos
y sin embargo les digo en mi cantar
que tienen todos ustedes un orgullo
el gran orgullo de ser de Mazatlán

Running Up That Hill
Composer(s): Kate Bush
Performer(s): Kate Bush;
and various other artists



It doesn't hurt me
Do you want to feel how it feels
Do you want to know, know that it doesn't hurt me
Do you want to hear 'bout the deal that I'm making
You, you and me

Chorus

And if I only could
I'd make a deal with God
And I'd get him to swap our places
Be running up that road
Be running up that hill
Be running up that building
If I only could oh...

You don't want to hurt me
But see how deep the bullet lies
Unaware I'm tearing you asunder
Ooh there is thunder in our hearts
Is there so much hate for the ones we love
'Tell me we both matter don't we
You
You and me
You and me won't be unhappy

And if I only could
I'd make a deal with god
And I'd get him to swap our places
Be running up that road
Be running up that hill
Be running up that building
If I only could oh...

You
You and me
You and me won't be unhappy
C'mon baby c'mon darlin'
Let me steal this moment from you now
Cone on angel, c'mon, c'mon darling
Let's exchange the experience oh

And if I only could
I'd make a deal with God
And I'd get him to swap our places
Be running up that road
Be running up that hill
With no ploblems

And if I only could
I'd make a deal with God
And I'd get him to swap our places
Be running up that road
Be running up that hill
With no ploblems

And if I only could
I'd make a deal with God
And I'd get him to swap our places
Be running up that road
Be running up that hill
With no ploblems.

And if I only could
Be running up that hill
With no problems

There's No Hiding Place Down Here
Composer(s): A.P. Carter
Performer(s): The Carter Family; Deborah Robins & Larry Hanks



Sister Mary, she wears a golden chain
Sister Mary, she wears a golden chain
Sister Mary, she wears a golden chain
On every link there's Jesus name
There's no hiding place down here

There's no hiding place down ground
There's no hiding place down ground
Well, I run to the rocks and I hide my face
The rocks cried out, No hiding place
There's no hiding place down here

I'll pitch tent on the old camp ground
I'll pitch tent on the old camp ground
I'll pitch tent on the old camp ground
I'll give old Satan old more round
There's no hiding place down here

Oh, the devil, he wears a hypocrite's shoe
The devil, he wears a hypocrite's shoe
The devil wears hypocrite's shoe
If you don't watch, he'll slip it on you
There's no hiding place down here

Corrèque Et Réguyer
Composer(s): M. Hély; Paul Maye
Performer(s): Edith Piaf



Le grand Totor qu'est en ménage avec Totoche
Qui la filoche
Et la défend
C'est pas un mec à la mie d'pain, poisse à la manque
Qui fait sa planque
Comme un feignant
Comme un chef d'administration
Il organise la production
Le nécessaire et l'superflu
Tout est réglé, tout est prévu
Pendant les heur's d'exploitation
C'est pas un homme', c'est un démon
Mais, en dehors de ses fonctions
C'est pas un homme, c'est un mouton

Après l'boulot, si qu'elle veut faire des heures en plus
C'est son affaire et dans l'fond ça n'le r'garde plus
Comm' dit Totor, ça m'fait pas tort
Pour l'argent qu'ell' gagne au-dehors
On est d'accord, comm' dit Totor
Faut pas s'conduire comme un butor
Comm' dit Totor, j'y laisse le droit d'la dépenser
À volonté, d'la ramasser ou d'la placer
De s'tuyauter, d'boursicoter
D'ach'ter d'la rente ou du foncier
En suivant les cours financiers
Des charbonnages ou des aciers
J'ai pas l'droit d'y fourrer mon nez
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Pendant qu'les autres vont jouer l'pastis à la belote
Avec les potes
Dans les bistros
Totor contrôl' tout c'que la Totoche lui raconte
Et fait des comptes
Dans son bureau
Pour le resquillage et l'boni
Avant qu'elle parle il a compris
Y a rien à chiquer avec lui
C'est pas un homme, c'est un taxi
À moins d'erreur ou d'omission
À la première contestation
La machine à coller des j'tons
Est prête pour la distribution

Dans les affair's, quand on s'laiss'faire, on est foutu
Comm' dit Totor: Il faut d'abord, quand ça n'va plus
Y aller d'autor et taper fort
Mais un' fois qu'on a fait du sport
Comm' dit Totor, ce s'rait un tort
Que de s'conduir' comme un butor
Quand qu'c'est réglé, à quoi qu'ça sert d'êtr' rancunier
Comm' dit Totor, un' fois qu'il a la main tournée
Il lui coll' du taff'tas gommé
Et lui dit pour la consoler:
Blessée en servic' commandé
C'est un accident du métier...
Demain, t'iras pas travailler
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Et malgré ça, y a des jours où qu' la môm' Totoche
Fait sa caboche
Et r'prend l'dessus
Ça fait qu'un soir a s'est fait voir avec Tatave
Et c'qu'est l'plus grave
Totor l'a su!
Comm' dit Totor, qu'on soy' bourgeois
Barbeau, prince ou n'importe quoi
Chacun son bien, chacun son dû
Sans ça la morale est foutue
C'qui fait qu'en sortant du restaur'
Tatav' s'est trouvé d'vant Totor
Qui y a dit, les yeux dans les yeux
On va régler ça tous les deux

Dans les affair's, quand on s'laiss' faire, on est foutu
Mais l'môm' Tatav' y a dit: Totor, j'te comprends pus
J'te jure, Totor, t'est dans mon tort
Avec la môm' j'ai pas d'remords
On est d'accord, et quand on a sort
J'y r'fil' cent ball's dans l'collidor
Alors Totor y a dit: j'ai rien à te r'procher
Tu vois, mon pot', si tu m'avais pas renseigné
On s'rait en train d's'entrelarder
Mais moi, j'pouvais pas l'deviner
Vu qu'a m'a jamais rien donné
Final'ment tu peux t'en aller
Mais c'est ell' qui va dérouiller
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