Stivaletti Rossi ((aka Bisogna Far Qualcosa (Adriano Celentano) - 1984))
((Adapted from: These Boots Are Made For Walkin' (Nancy Sinatra) - 1966))
Composer(s): Lee Hazlewood - Vito Pallavicini
Performer(s): Dalida - 1967

Versions In Other Languages:
1966 - Ces Bottes Sont Faites Pour Marcher (Eileen)
1989 - One Of These Days (Operation Ivy)
1994 - This Body (Belgian Asociality)



Stai attento
Non va bene sempre
Non poi far di me cio che vuoi
Hai combinato i pastici che hai voluto
Non pensare che perdoni sempre te
Che gli stivaletti rose che piacono
Ma per andarme de ne a te
Stivaletti rose, ce ne andiamo
Che gli stivaletti rose che piacono
Ma per andarme de ne a te
Stivaletti rose, ce ne andiamo
Io non sono comme tutte le altre
Stare sai e non vedrai
Non mantiene quelle cose che prometi
Non, ora piangerai
Le stivaletti rossi che piaciono poco a te
Io me le meterò
Ma per andarmene da te

Con la amore no devi giocare
Forse pensi che ormai io me ne andro
Io gia pensato
E ho deciso que un giorno
Tutto quanto finirà le stivaletti rossi che piaciono ma per andarmene da
Stivaletti rossi
Ce ne andiamo
Stivaletti rossi, ce ne andiamo

Coucher De Soleil
Composer(s): Yves Duteil
Performer(s): Yves Duteil



Dans les eaux de la mer
On voit des reflets d'or
Quand le soleil s'endort
Dans les bras de la mer
Et le ciel se repose
La mer est un miroir
Où son bleu devient noir
Et ses nuages roses
Quand le soleil s'éteint
Les étoiles de la mer
Font un ciel à l'envers
Où dorment les dauphins
Dans les eaux de la mer
On voit des reflets d'or
Quand le soleil s'endort
Dans les bras de la mer

Jackie Blue
Composer(s): Steve Cash; Larry Lee
Performer(s): Ozark Mountain Daredevils;
Ron Dante; R. Stevie Moore; The Smashing Pumpkins



Oo, Jackie Blue
Lives her life from inside of her room
Hides a smile when she's wearin' a frown
Oo, Jackie you're not so down

You like your life in a free-form style
You'll take an inch but you'd love a mile
There never seems to be quite enough
Floating around to fill your lovin' cup

Oo, Jackie Blue
What's a game girl, if you never lose?
Ask a winner and you'll probably find
Oo, Jackie they've lost at sometime

Don't try to tell me
That you're not aware of what you're doing
Ant that you don't care
You say it's easy, just a natural thing
Like playing music, but you never sing

Oo, Jackie Blue
Making wishes that never come true
Going places where you've never been
Oo, Jackie Blue, you're going again

Oo, Jackie Blue
Lives her life from inside of her room
Makes you think that her life is a drag
Oo, Jackie, what fun you have had

Oo, Jackie, oo Jackie, oo, Jackie
Oo, Jackie.................

Ces Bottes Sont Faites Pour Marcher
((Adapted from: These Boots Are Made For Walkin' (Nancy Sinatra) - 1966))
Composer(s): Lee Hazlewood - Eileen
Performer(s): Eileen - 1966

Versions In Other Languages:
1967 - Stivaletti Rossi (Dalida)
1984 - Bisogna Far Qualcosa (Adriano Celentano)
1989 - One Of These Days (Operation Ivy)
1994 - This Body (Belgian Asociality)



Quand tu me dis que tu n'as pas de fille
Je sais parfaitement que tu mens
Tout le monde sait que tu me trompes souvent
Alors méfie-toi, je t'avertis vraiment

Ces bottes sont faites pour marcher
Et tu vas l'regretter
Car je mettrai ces bottes
Un jour ou l'autre pour te quitter

Tu mens tellement que c'est plus fort que toi
Et tu n'sais jamais où est la vérité
Comme tous les enfants, tu crois être un homme
Mais toi, dans ma vie, tu ne m'as rien donné

Ces bottes sont faites pour marcher
Et tu vas l'regretter
Car je mettrai ces bottes
Un jour ou l'autre pour te quitter

Toi, tu joues avec le feu et tu t'amuses
Mais un jour viendra où tu vas te brûler
Un autre a pris ta place et moi je l'aime
Et ce qu'il est, tu ne le seras jamais

Ces bottes sont faites pour marcher
Et tu vas l'regretter
Car je mettrai ces bottes
Un jour ou l'autre pour te quitter

Cotton Picker
Composer(s): J. Capehart; Eddie Cochran
Performer(s): Eddie Cochran



Oh, you ain't a-gonna make a cottonpicker out of me
(Bom-bom-bom)
No, you ain't a-gonna make a cottonpicker out of me
(Bom-bom-bom)

You can make a-me laugh, make a-me cry
Shake the stars right out of the sky
But, you ain't a-gonna make a cottonpicker out of me

You can make a-me sweat, make a-me steam
You can make a-me rock-rock-rock till I scream
But, you ain't a-gonna make a cottonpicker out of me

You can make a-me laugh, make a-me cry
Make a-me roll-roll-roll till I die
But, you ain't a-gonna make a cottonpicker out of me

You can make a-me poor, make a-me rich
Make a-me want the seven-year-itch
But, you ain't a-gonna make a cottonpicker out of me

You can make a-me sing, make a-me dance
Make a-me rock right out of my pants
But, you ain't a-gonna make a cottonpicker out of me

(Hey, hey you cottonpickers, right everybody, back to work)

Jack-Ass
Composer(s): Beck;
John King; Michael Simpson
Performer(s: Beck; Dr. Lonnie Smith; 
South Austin Jug Band



I been drifting along in the same stale shoes
Loose ends tying the noose in the back of my mind
If you thought that you were making your way
To where the puzzles and pagans lay
I'll put it together: It's a strange invitation
When I wake up someone will sweep up my lazy bones
And we will rise in the cool of the evening
I remember the way that you smiled
When the gravity shackles were wild
And something is vacant when I think it's all beginning
I been drifting along in the same stale shoes
Loose ends tying the noose in the back of my mind
If you thought that you were making your way
To where the puzzles and pagans lay
I'll put it together: It's a strange invitation

These Arms Of Mine
Composer(s): Otis Redding
First release by: Otis Redding - 1962
Covered by multiple other artists



These arms of mine
They are lonely
Lonely and feeling blue
These arms of mine
They are yearning
Yearning for mortiying you
And if you
Would let them
Hold you Oh how grateful I will be
These arms of mine
They are burning
Burning for mortiying you
These arms of mine
They are wanting
Wanting to hold you
And if you
Would let them hold you
Ohh how grateful I will be
Come on, come on baby
Just be my little woman (yeah)
Just be my lover I need somebody
(Somebody to treat me right)
(Ohh) I need your warm loving arms to hold me tight
And I need you tender lips too
Hold me, hold me 

Cotton Mill Man
Composer(s): Joe Langston
Performer(s): Jim & Jesse



I was born in the shadow
Of a cotton mill smoke stack
Down in Alabama's bottom land
Where my grand pappy broke his back
Pullin' on a cotton sack
To raise my pa to be a cotton mill man

I've got lots of memories
Government commodities
Probably need payment again

While the boss man on the hill
Bought his stake and then the field
Called up on to clean his mill
The cotton mill man

Lord don't let my son grow up
To be a sweaty cotton mill man

I grew up in the gloom
Of a cotton mill weave room
With weaver's gluin' calluses
All over my hands

I didn't have a honeymoon
I couldn't leave my cotton loom
I swore my son would never
Be a cotton mill man

I watched my woman cry
When our baby daughter died
Why the doctor never came
We lacked the money but the fame
And I cussed the day
I became a cotton mill man

Lord, don't let my son grow up
To be a sweaty cotton mill man

The company taught us all the rules
On how to work with spinnin' spools
So the bosses son could drive a big black sedan
The company owned the houses
And the company owned the grammar school
You'll never see an educated cotton mill man

They figure you don't need to learn
Anything without you earn
The money that you pay a phone ammends
To the general store they own
Or else they'll take away your home
And give it to some other only cotton mill man

Lord, don't let my son grow up
To be a sweaty cotton mill man

Lord, don't let my son grow up
To be a sweaty cotton mill man

Jack The Ripper
Composer(s): Bob Haggenbush;
Simmonds; Charles Stacey; Clarence Stacey
Performer(s): Screaming Lord Sutch



Ah-ha-ha, aaah!
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
There's a man who walks the streets of London late at night
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
With a little black bag that's oh-so tight
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
He's got a big black cloak hangin' down his back
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
That's one big cat I just hate to fight
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
When he walks down the streets
Every girl he meets he says; is you name Mary Kelly?
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper

When she walks down the streets, he's never far behind
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
With his little black bag and his one track mind
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
Well, he really catches up when the lights go down
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
'Cause that's the time he starts his dirty chop-around
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
When he walks down the streets
Every girl he meets he says; is you name Mary Kelly?
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper

Scotland Yard will never catch him, he's too clever
He's much too clever
But if they do, man they'll catch: The Ripper!
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
Well, the streets of London kinda never safe
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
Whenever Jack The Ripper shows his face
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
So, you pretty little girlies, take a-my advice
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
And don't walk the streets of London late at night
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
When he walks down the streets
Every girl he meets he says; is you name Mary Kelly?
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper

Oh yes, Mary! Where are you Mary?
I'm after you Mary, ha-ha-ha
With my knife Mary!
Ah-ah, sure, ah-ha-ha-ha-ha
Where are you?
Ha-ha-ha
Aaaah!

These Are The Things I Love
Composer(s): Harold Barlow - Lewis Harris
Performer(s): Della Reese; Dizzy Gillespie; Sam Butera



The glow of sunset in the summer skies
The golden flicker of the fireflies 
The gleam of lovelight in your loving eyes
These are the things I love

A silver moonbeam peeping through the trees
A bed of tulips nodding in the breeze
The look you give in answer to my pleas
These are the things I love

Once I thought that life was just a winter thing
My heart was cold, and then
You came to me and like a breath of spring
You turned the silver snow to gold!

A robin's serenade when day is through
A bubbling brook beside our rendez-vous
Your sweet voice whisp'ring darling, I love you
These are the things I love

Cotton Jenny
Composer(s): Gordon Lightfoot
Performer(s): Anne Murray
and multiple other artists



There's a house on a hill
By a worn down weathered old mill
In a valley below where the river winds
There's no such thing as bad times

And a soft southern flame, oh Cotton Jenny's her name
And she wakes him up when the sun goes down
And the wheel of love goes round
Wheels of love go round, love go round
Love go round, a joyful sound

He ain't got a penny for Cotton Jenny to spend
But then the wheels go round

When the new day begins, he goes down to the cotton gin
And he makes his time worth while to then
Then he climbs back up again
And she waits by the door, oh Cotton Jenny he's sore
And she rubs his feet while the sun goes down
And the wheel of love goes round
Wheels of love go round, love go round
Love go round, a joyful sound

He ain't got a penny for Cotton Jenny to spend
But then the wheels go round
Wheels of love go round, love go round
Love go round, a joyful sound

He ain't got a penny for Cotton Jenny to spend
But then the wheels go round
Wheels go round
Wheels go round
Love go round
Love go round
Love go round

Jack The Ripper
Composer(s): Anders Melander; Peter Wahlqvist
Performer(s): Nationalteatern



Det är nån som våldtar din mamma 
på storvaruhusets golv 
det är nån som kidnappar små små barn 
och torterar dem med tuggummivåld 

Han slipar sin kniv 
sen tar han ditt liv 

Jack Ripper, Jack the Ripper 
det går en mördare lös 
Jack Ripper, Jack the Ripper 
vem vågar vittna när blodet frös 

Han sliter hjärtat ur bröstet 
på en ensam pensionär
han sätter en sil i en trasig själ
som förslavas av sitt eget begär
han smyger omkring på fabriken
och lemlästar din kropp
han hackar din hjärna i små små bitar
och krossar ditt sista hopp

Han slipar sin kniv
sen tar han ditt liv

Jack Ripper, Jack the Ripper, 
det går en mördare lös........ 

I besvikelsens iskalla tystnad 
han håller oss i sin hand 
förgiftar vårt blod med lystnad 
att långsamt förgöra varann 

Jack Ripper, Jack the Ripper..... 

Jack Ripper, Jack the Ripper.....

These Are Not My People
Composer(s): Joe South
Performer(s): Joe South
and multiple other artists



Well, your momma and your poppa sent ya to the finest school
Never let it be said that their little darlin was a fool
With a credit card and your good name
You were drawn like a moth to a flame
To the people of the night where you more or less lost your cool

It's been a gas but I'm gonna have to pass

These are not my people no
These are not my people 
And it looks like the end my friend
Gotta get in the wind my friend

Well you find yourself naked in the world with no place to hide
And you felt for the pulse of you're god and he had died
Now you're rebels that have got no cause
Lord, you're tigers that have got no claws
Well they promised you the world on a string but you know they lied

Oh, you said you'd be back in a black Cadillac limousine
But you know I'm inclined to think it's not the kind you mean
'Cause when you fall down from off your cloud
And you're just another face in the crowd
There gonna throw you away like last week's magazine

Cotton Fields
Composer(s): Leadbelly
First recording by: Leadbelly - 1941
Covered by multiple other artists



When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home

It was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home

Oh when them cotton bolls get rotten
You can't pick very much cotton
In them old cotton fields back home

It was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home

When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home

It was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home

Oh when them cotton bolls get rotten
You can't pick very much cotton
In them old cotton fields back home

It was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home

When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home

It was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home
In them old cotton fields back home

Jack Of Speed
Composer(s): Walter Becker; Donald Fagen
Performer(s): Steely Dan; Phil Upchurch



Teddy's rolling now most every night
Skatin' backwards at the speed of light
He's changed - in a thousand little ways
He's changed - yes indeed
You know he's movin' on metal, yes he's
Hanging tight with the Jack of Speed

Sheena's party - there's a case in point
That right-wing hooey sure stunk up the joint
He's gone - he walks through the old routines
But he's gone - guaranteed
He may be sittin' in the kitchen, but he's
Steppin' out with the Jack of Speed

You maybe got lucky for a few good years
But there's no way back from there to here
He's a one way rider
On the shriek express
And his new best friend is at the throttle more or less

He can't hear you honey - that's alright
Pack some things and head up into the light
Don't stop - he'll be callin' out your name
But don't stop when you hear him plead
You better move now little darlin' or you'll be
Trading fours with the Jack of Speed

There's Yes! Yes! In Your Eyes
Composer(s): Lester Santly - Cliff Friend
Performer(s): Paul Whiteman & His Orch. - 1924
and multiple other artists



You fooled me, dear, now for a year
My heart you tantalize
But without a doubt, I have found out
The secret in your eyes

Your lips tell me no, no
But there's yes, yes in your eyes
I've been missin' your kissin'
Just because I wasn't wise
I'll stop my scheming and dreaming
'Cos I realize
Your lips tell me no, no
But there's yes, yes in your eyes

I never knew just what to do
You had me fooled somehow
You made me guess, but I confess
I know your secret now

Your lips tell me no, no
But there's yes, yes in your eyes
I've been missin' your kissin'
Just because I wasn't wise
I'll stop my scheming and dreaming
'Cos I realize
Your lips tell me no, no
But there's yes, yes in your eyes

Cotton-Eyed Joe
(Traditional)
First recording and first release by: Dyke's Magic City Trio - 1927
Covered by multiple other artists



Don't you remember, don't you know
Don't you remember Cotton-eyed Joe?
Cotton-eyed Joe, Cotton-eyed Joe
What did make you treat me so?
I'd 'a' been married forty year ago
Ef it had n't a-been for Cotton-eyed Joe!

Cotton-eyed Joe, Cotton-eyed Joe
He was de man dat sarved me so
Tuck my gal away fum me
Carried her off to Tennessee
I'd 'a' been married forty year ago
Ef it had n't a-been for Cotton-eyed Joe!

His teeth was out an' his nose was flat
His eyes was crossed, - but she did n't mind dat
Kase he was tall, and berry slim
An' so my gal she follered him
I'd 'a' been married forty year ago
Ef it had n't a-been for Cotton-eyed Joe!

She was de prettiest gal to be found
Anywhar in de country round
Her lips was red an' her eyes was bright
Her skin was black but her teeth was white
I'd 'a' been married forty year ago
Ef it had n't a-been for Cotton-eyed Joe!

Dat gal, she sho' had all my love
An' swore fum me she'd never move
But Joe hoodooed her, don't you see
An' she run off wid him to Tennessee
I'd 'a' been married forty year ago
Ef it had n't a-been for Cotton-eyed Joe!

Jack Of Many Trades
Performer(s): Stompin' Tom Connors



Down in the Manpower office I was lookin' for work
When along comes a fellah in a big white shirt
He said "You'll have to state your occupation, Son"
He broke the lead of his pencil when I said "Which one?"

I'm the Jack of many trades
I took a hundred school grades
I wore out more axe blades
Hammers, picks and dolls teeth
I'm the Jack of many trades
I'm a master of 'em all

I'm a Fisherman, a Fireman, Repairman, a Cowboy
Roof Thatcher, Dog Catcher, Paymaster, Bellboy
Giant Killer, Diamond Driller, Pig Swiller, Milkman
Gas Pumper, Coal Dumper, Bounty Hunter, Bakerman
Surveyor, Bricklayer, Hockey Player, DeeJay
High Rigger, Grave Digger, Cotton Picker, Chess Player

I'm the Jack of many trades
I took a hundred school grades
I wore out more axe blades
Hammers, picks and dolls teeth
I'm the Jack of many trades
I'm a master of 'em all

I'm a Farmer, Snake Charmer, Doctor, a Lawyer
Muleskinner, Catskinner, Poker Player, Sawyer
Floor Sweeper, Meter Reader, Miner, Bum and Roamer
Moss Ligger, Ticker Tacker, Lumberjack, Astronomer
Blood Donor, Matador, Stevedore, Gunslinger
Pub Singer, Bell Ringer, Bookmaker, Dry Cleaner

I'm the Jack of many trades
I took a hundred school grades
I wore out more axe blades
Hammers, picks and dolls teeth
I'm the Jack of many trades
I'm a master of 'em all

I'm a Blacksmith, Junkman, Factory Worker, Lawman
Bus Driver, Cab Driver, Truck Driver, Weatherman
Squid Jigger, Babysitter, Carpenter, Psychiatrist
Body Man, Serviceman, Tailor, Archaeologist
Homemaker, Lawbreaker, Leaf Raker, Paperboy
A Busboy, a Water Boy, Black Boy, Loverboy

I'm the Jack of many trades
I took a hundred school grades
I wore out more axe blades
Hammers, picks and dolls teeth
I'm the Jack of many trades
I'm a master of 'em all

I'm an Oil Man, Train Man, a Garbage Collector
Mechanic, Professor, Teacher, Movie Director
Shoemaker, Cocainer, Bartender, Veterinary
Plumber, Tobacco Man, Barber and Plate Setter
Recorder, Salesman, Postman, Jailerman
Storeman, Butcher Man, Hydro Man, Potato Man

I'm the Jack of many trades
I took a hundred school grades
I wore out more axe blades
Hammers, picks and dolls teeth
I'm the Jack of many trades
I'm a master of 'em all

And if you have a job around, Sir
I'd be the man to call, Sir
I'd be the man to call

There's Two Sides To Every Story
Composer(s): Fred Rose
Performer(s): Bob Wills



There's two sides to every story
Someday you'll have to listen to mine
For the time being, it's yours...
I'm getting the blame for our parting
And somehow there's nothing to do
There's two sides to ev'ry story
They're all taking sides with you
A rumour's around that I hurt you
And you know that just couldn't be
There's two sides to ev'ry story
But nobody listens to me
You told him that I didn't want you
That I caused your poor heart to pine
There's two sides to ev'ry story
And someday they'll have to hear mine

Cotton Blossom 
Composer(s): Oscar Hammerstein II; Jerome Kern



(Stevedores) 
Here we all work on de Mississippi
Here we all work while de white folks play
Loading up boots with de bales of cotton
Getting no rest till de Judgement Day

(Gals) 
Drop that bale and have some fun! 
There's a lot o' loving on de levee for you 
Y' work all day, y' get no fun 
We know something better for a fellow to do! 

(Stevedores and Gals) 
Here we all work on de Mississippi 
Here we all work while de white folks play 
Loading up boats with de bales of cotton 
Getting no rest till de Judgement Day

(Stevedores) 
Cotton Blossom, Cotton Blossom
Love to see you growing free
When they pack you on de levee 
You're a heavy load to me! 

(Stevedores and Gals) 
Cotton Blossom, Cotton Blossom
Love to see you growing wild 
On de levee, you're too heavy 
For this poor old child! 

(Beaux) 
What a pretty bevy! 
Ah, there! Ah, there! 
The fairest of the fair! 
To Southern beauty 
Every beau must bow! 

(Mincing Misses) 
How you love to flatter
You rogues! You rogues! 
Oh, goodness gracious! 
They're so flirtatious! 

You naughty fellows 
Seem to think you please us 
When you tease us so 
You're a reckless 
Lot we know! 

(Beaux) 
Little women, don't be timorous! 
You will find, acting thus 
Only makes a man more bold! 
These are not the days of old! 

See! The Show Boat
That's old Captain Andy's "Cotton Blossom" 
Will you go? 
Let me take you to the show! 

(Mincing Misses) 
'Twill be delightful 
But to rightfully accept, I have to make mama 
Get permission from papa! 

(Beaux and Misses) 
Captain Andy has gathered a troupe 
In the grandest of drammers and jolly comedies
Stephen Baker, the handsomest leading man
And beautiful Julie Laverne as well! 

(Beaux) 
Cotton Blossom, Cotton Blossom 
Captain Andy's Floating Show! 
Thrills and laughter 
Concert after 
Everybody's sure to go! 

(Beaux and Misses) 
Cotton Blossom, Cotton Blossom 
Captain Andy's Floating Show! 
Thrills and laughter 
Concert after 
Get your girl and go! 
So get your girl and go!