Too Close For Comfort
Composer(s): Jerry Bock - Larry Holofcener - George David Weiss
Performer(s): Mel Tormé



Be wise, be fair, be sure, be there, behave, beware

Be wise, be smart, behave my heart 
Don’t upset your cart when she’s so close 

Be soft, be sweet, but be discreet
Don’t go off your feet
She’s too close for comfort
Too close, too close for comfort, no, not again
Too close, too close to know just when to say when 

Be firm and be fair, be sure, beware
On your guard, take care
When there’s such temptation
One thing leads to another
Too late to run for cover
She’s much too close for comfort…

Doo-ba-um-doody-doo-ba, doo-doo-doo...

Be wise, be fair, be sure, beware

Put on your old thinking cap, boy
‘Cause if you don’t look out, you
Will find that you are much too
Too close for comfort

Go ahead, and for a mishap, boy
The first thing that you know she
Will have you up that old tree
She’s too close for comfort

Too close, too close, ah, too close

Ba-doo-da...

Be firm and be fair, be absolutely sure, beware
On your guard, take care
When there is such temptation
One thing leads to another
Too late to run for cover
She’s much too close for comfort now

One thing leads to another
Too late to run for cover
She’s much too close for comfort now

One thing leads to another
Too late to run for mother
She’s much too close for comfort now

Be wise, be fair, be sure, be there, behave, beware
She’s too close, too close, for comfort now

I Hold Your Hand In Mine
Composer(s): Tom Lehrer
Performer(s): Tom Lehrer
and multiple other artists



I hold you hand in mine dear I press it to my lips
I take a healthy bite from your dainty fingertips
My joy would be complete dear 
If you were only here
But still I keep your hand as a precious souvenir

The night you died I cut it off I really don't know why
For now each time I kiss it I get bloodstains on my tie
I'm sorry now I killed you for our love was something fine
Until they come to get me I shall hold your hand in mine

Juan Sin Tierra
Composer(s): Jorge Saldaña; Victor Jara
Performer(s): Victor Jara;
Los Folkloristas; Manolo Garcia



Voy a cantar el corrido
de un hombre que fue a la guerra
que anduvo en la sierra herido
para conquistar su tierra
Lo conoci en la batalla
y entre tanta balacera
el que es revolucionario
puede morir donde quiera
El general nos decia
peleen con mucho valor
les vamos a dar parcela
cuando haya reparticion

Mi padre fue peon de hacienda
y yo un revolucionario
mis hijos pusieron tienda
y mi nieto es funcionario
Grito Emiliano Zapata
quiero tierra y libertad
y el gobierno se reia
cuando lo iban a enterrar
Vuela, vuela palomita
parate en aquella higera
que aqui se acaba el corrido
del mentado Juan sin tierra

Too Busy Thinking About My Baby
Composer(s): Norman Whitfield - Barrett Strong - Janie Bradford
First release: The Temptations - 1966
Covered by multiple other artists



Ah-ah-aaah, oh yeah... 
Oh listen to me people

I ain't got time to think about money
Or what it can buy
And I ain't got time to sit down and wonder
What makes a birdie fly

And I don't have the time to think about
What makes a flower grow
And I've never given a second thought
To where the rivers flow

Too busy thinking about my baby
And I ain't got time for nothing else

Said, I ain't got time to discuss the weather
How long it's gonna last
And I ain't got time to do no studies
Once I get out of class
Telling ya I'm just a fellow
Said I got a one track mind
And when it comes to thinking about anything but my baby
I just don't have any time

Too busy thinking about my baby
And I ain't got time for nothing else

The diamonds and pearls in the world
Could never match her worth, no no
She's some kind of wonderful, people tell ya
I got heaven right here on earth
I'm just a fellow
With a one, one track mind
And when it comes to thinkin' about anything but my baby
I just don't have any time

Too busy thinking about my baby
And I ain't got time for nothing else

(yeah, she's never hard to find
'cause she's always on my mind)

I Heard You Singing Your Song
Composer(s): Barry Mann
Performer(s): Barry Mann; Nancy Wilson



Now the walls took a long time to crumble
And the jumbled pieces of my life
Took the long way around to come together

And then I heard you singing your song
And I knew I'd been living all wrong
And I couldn't help but sing along
La la la la la la la la la la la la

Never giving, always taking
And faking every move I make
To keep me safe and well protected

Sing a long
Sing a long

I was almost down to empty
And the world looked mighty cold
And then I heard you sing a simple song
And the sun came a rushin' back to fill my soul

I heard you singing your song
Heard you singing your song
Heard you singing your song
Heard you singing your song
Singing your song
Heard you singing your song
Heard you singing your song
Hear you singing

J'Suis Papa Et J'Suis Dans L'Coup
Performer(s): André Bourvil



Quand on est papa
Il faut souvent
Pour plaire aux enfants
Etre dans le vent
Moi j'ai compris ça
C'est pas idiot
En écoutant la radio, i,o,i,o

Je me suis remis
Le col marin
Qui m'allait si bien
Au temps des copains
Mes enfants m'ont dit 
"C'est le bouquet
Papa t'es un père OK!"

J'suis papa et j'suis dans l'coup
J'suis dans l'coup, j'suis dans l'coup
Et pour danser le yéyé
J'suis parti du bon pied
Quand j'entends siffler le train
Je me sens plein d'entrain
Pour moi l'école est finie, oui, oui

J'suis papa et j'suis dans l'coup
J'fais joujou, j'fais joujou,
J'ai pris des leçons de twist
Pour dev'nir un artiste

Et si je semble un peu fou,
Je m'en fouts, je m'en fouts
J'suis papa et j'suis dans l'coup

J'avais bien pensé
Dès le départ
Pour faire du pétard
Jouer de la guitare
Mais ça marche à l'électricité
Et l'courant était coupé

J'ai voulu frapper
Sur un tambour
Mais c'est un peu sourd
Pour crier l'amour
Alors sous l'oeil rond
De mes fistons
J'ai joué du twist aux pistons

Et quand tout va de travers
Et le monde à l'envers
Au lieu de m'faire du mouron
J'fais dadou, j'fais ronron
Ça n'est pas sérieux du tout
Mais j'm'en fouts, mais j'm'en fouts
J'suis papa et j'suis dans l'coup
J'suis papa et j'suis dans l'coup
J'suis papa et j'suis dans l'coup

Too Beautiful To Last
Composer(s): Richard Rodney Bennett - Paul Francis Webster
Performer(s): Engelbert Humperdinck; Russ Peterson; Kerri Sherwood



The days of autumn splendor
Those moments, warm and tender
Was it too beautiful to last
The love we share together
The dreams we dare together
Was it too beautiful to last

Walking hand in hand
The dawn discloses
We were dreaming of a land
Where love preposes
But castles made of sand
Like winter roses are fated to die
My darlin', like you and I
My darlin'

Where are those sweet Septembers
The joy my heart remembers
Lost in the shadows of the past
The rainbow watched above you
The sacred words "I love you"
Why did that dream go by so fast
Was it too beautiful
Was it too beautiful to last

I Heard You Cried Last Night
Composer(s): Jerrie Kruger; Ted Grouya
Performer(s): Perry Como
and multiple other artists



I heard you cried last night and I know why
I heard you cried last night and so did I
Why did you make us part
I'm so alone, why did you take my heart
You didn't want it for your own
And if you hadn't cared to make amends
I might have never dared; we'd be just friends
So calm your fears and dry your tears
Come kiss the boy you adore
Now you can smile tonight and cry no more

J'Suis Mordue
Composer(s): Lily Ann Carol;
Calina de la Mare; Jean Lenoir
Performer(s): Edith Piaf



Quand les copines parlent de mon p'tit homme
Disent: "Ah! c'qu'il est laid 
Il est tatoué, ridé comme une vieille pomme
Il n'a rien qui plaît"
C'que je me bidonne avec toutes leurs salades
Bobards à la noix
Qu'est-ce que je peux rendre aux reines de la panade
Qui bêchent mon p'tit roi?
S'il est simple, s'il a l'air d'un fauché
En douce, comment qu'il vous fait guincher

Avec sa face blême
Son col café-crème
Quand il me dit "je t'aime"
J'suis mordue!
Ses grandes patoches blanches
Son corps qui se déhanche
C'est Dandy la planche 
J'suis mordue!
C'lui qui l'connait pas le prend pour un bon apôtre
Il sait si bien faire meilleur que les autres
Si je lui fais un 'vanne
Avec ses tatanes
Oh! comment qu'il me dépanne 
J'suis mordue!

Si on lui demande: "Qu'est-ce que tu fais dans la vie?"
Il répond froidement 
"Je suis chômeur, j'mange mes économies"
C'est navrant, vraiment
Puis il exhibe sa carte de chômage
Et s'plaît d'ajouter 
"Ça m'sert en plus 'près d'certains personnages
D'carte d'identité"
Puis sortant sa photo, il s'écrie
"Ah y a rien de mieux à l'anthropométrie!"

Avec sa face blême
Son col café-crème
Quand il me dit "je t'aime"
J'suis mordue!
Toujours y m'resquille
Il me prend pour une bille
Mais j'suis une bonne fille
J'suis mordue!
Au billard russe, chaque soir, il s'exerce
"Faut bien", dit-il, "faire marcher le commerce"
Il peut tout me faire
C'est là mon affaire
Il n'y a rien à faire... J'suis mordue!

Quand je serai vieille, il me plaquera, j'en suis sûre
A moins qu'il claque avant moi, ça me rassure!
Ah, c'est un phénomène
J'suis faite comme une reine
Mais dès qu'il s'amène
J'suis mordue!

Tony
Composer(s): C. Daiane - A. Valsiglio
Performer(s): Dalida



Tony aveva una spina nel cuore
Tony era pazzo pazzo d'amore
Tony da un pezzo parlava da solo ormai

Anny sagnava di fare la diva
Tony per lei tutti i soldi spendeva
Anny giocava con i sentimenti suoi

Tutti gli amici del bar della via
Dicevano Tony non è più tua
Lasciala perdere anny non è per te

Tony rideva non ascoltava
Ed ogni giorno al biliardo perdeva
Prima nessuno l'aveva battuto mai

L'amore, l 'amore non sente ragione
La sabbia negli occhi ti va
L'amore, l'amore diventa dolore
Se ami chi ti lascerà

Tony alle cinque dell'alba si alzava
Anny la grande occasione aspettava
Con un mercante di sagni se ne ando

E quando Tony li vide insieme
Senti le mani e non la ragione
E come è andata a finire non diro

Questa è una storia una fra tante
Storia d 'amore, storia di gente
Che vive tra polvere e stelle
Sempre là

L'amore, l'amore non sente ragione
La sabbia negli occhi ti va
L'amore, l'amore diventa dolore
Se ami chi ti lascerà

L'amore, l'amore non sente ragione
La sabbia negli occhi ti va
L'amore, l'amore diventa dolore
Se ami chi ti lascerà
L'amore, l'amore non sente ragione
La sabbia negli occhi ti va...

I Heard It Through The Grapevine 
Composer(s): Norman Whitfield; Barrett Strong
First recording/First release by: Smokey Robinson & The Miracles - 1966/1998
Covered by multiple other artists



Ooh, I bet you're wondering how I knew
'bout your plans to make me blue
With some other guy you knew before
Between the two of us guys you know I love you more
It took me by surprise I must say
When I found out yesterday
Don't you know that I

Heard it through the grapevine
Not much longer would you be mine
Oh I heard it through the grapevine
Oh I'm just about to lose my mind
Honey, honey yeah
(Heard it through the grapevine)
(Not much longer would you be my baby, ooh, ooh, ooh)

I know a man ain't supposed to cry
But these tears I can't hold inside
Losing you would end my life you see
'cause you mean that much to me
You could have told me yourself
That you love someone else
Instead I

Heard it through the grapevine
Not much longer would you be mine
Oh I heard it through the grapevine
And I'm just about to lose my mind
Honey, honey yeah
(Heard it through the grapevine)
(Not much longer would you be my baby, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

People say believe half of what you see
Son, and none of what you hear
But I can't help being confused
If it's true please tell me dear
Do you plan to let me go
For the other guy you loved before?
Don't you know I

Heard it through the grapevine
Not much longer would you be mine
Baby I heard it through the grapevine
Ooh I'm just about to lose my mind
Honey, honey yeah
(Heard it through the grapevine)
(Not much longer would you be my baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Honey, honey, I know
That you're letting' me go
Said I heard it through the grapevine

Heard it through the grapevine

J'Suis D'Accord
German Title: Ich Sag'ja
Composer(s): Françoise Hardy; Roger Samyn
Performer(s): Françoise Hardy; The Skyliners



J'suis d'accord pour le cinéma
Pour le rock, le twist ou le cha-cha
J'suis d'accord pour tout c'que tu voudras
Mais ne compte pas sur moi pour aller chez toi

Dans la rue, si nous nous promenons
J'suis d'accord, pour de longues stations
Tu peux me faire mille propositions
Mais ne me demande pas d'aller chez toi

Baby si tu n'es pas content
Je penserai que ça signifie
Que tu n'm'aimes pas comme tu le prétends
Et que, bien souvent, tu m'as menti

J'suis d'accord, ensemble on est heureux
J'suis d'accord, on fait de notre mieux
Ça peut durer peut-être un mois ou deux
Si tu ne me d'mandes pas d'aller chez toi

J'suis d'accord, ensemble on est heureux
J'suis d'accord, on fait de notre mieux
Ça peut durer peut-être un mois ou deux
Si tu ne me d'mandes pas d'aller chez toi

Si tu ne me d'mandes pas d'aller chez toi
Chez toi...chez toi... chez toi...

Tonton Nestor
Composer(s): Georges Brassens 
Performer(s): Georges Brassens



Tonton Nestor
Vous eûtes tort
Je vous le dis tout net
Vous avez mis
La zizanie
Aux noces de Jeannett'
Je vous l'avoue
Tonton, vous vous
Comportâtes comme un
Mufle achevé
Rustre fieffé
Un homme du commun

Quand la fiancée
Les yeux baissés
Des larmes pleins les cils
S'apprêtait à
Dire "Oui da !"
A l'officier civil
Qu'est-c'qui vous prit
Vieux malappris
D'aller, sans retenue
Faire un pinçon
Cruel en son
Eminence charnue

Se retournant
Incontinent
Ell' souffleta, flic-flac
L'garçon d'honneur
Qui, par bonheur
Avait un' tête à claqu'
Mais au lieu du
"Oui" attendu
Ell' s'écria: "Maman"
Et l'mair' lui dit
"Non, mon petit
Ce n'est pas le moment"

Quand la fiancée
Les yeux baissés
D'une voix solennell'
S'apprêtait à
Dire "Oui da !"
Par-devant l'Eternel
Voila mechef
Que, derechef
Vous osâtes porter
Votre fichue
Patte crochue
Sur sa rotondité

Se retournant
Incontinent
Elle moucha le nez
D'un enfant d'chœur
Qui, par bonheur
Etait enchifrené
Mais au lieu du
"Oui" attendu
De sa pauvre voix lass'
Au tonsuré
Désemparé
Elle a dit "Merde", hélas

Quoiqu'elle usât
Qu'elle abusât
Du droit d'être fessue
En la pinçant
Mauvais plaisant
Vous nous avez déçus
Aussi, ma foi
La prochain' fois
Qu'on mariera Jeannett'
On s'pass'ra d'vous
Tonton, je vous
Je vous le dit tout net

I Hear You Knockin'
Composer(s): Pearl King; Dave Bartholomew
First release by: Smiley Lewis - 1955
Covered by multiple other artists



You went away and left me long time ago and 
now you're knocking on my door 
I hear you knocking but you can't come in 
I hear you knocking, go back where you've been

I begged you not to go but you said: "goodbye" 
and now you're telling me all your lies 
I hear you knocking but you can't come in 
I hear you knocking ,go back where you've been 

You better go back to your "used-to-be" 
cause you and your love ain't no good for me 
I hear you knocking but you can't come in 
I hear you knocking, go back where you've been

J'sais Pas Danser
((Adapted from: Balancê (by Joao de Barro))
Composer(s): Braguinha - Georges Moustaki
Performer(s): Georges Moustaki



J'sais pas danser, pas danser
Ni m'balancer, m'balancer
Ça me fatigue de me trémousser
J'sais pas danser, pas danser

J'sais pas danser, pas danser
Ni m'balancer, m'balancer
Ça me fatigue de me trémousser
J'sais pas danser, pas danser

Cherche un autre partenaire
Ou un autre cavalier
Moi, je ne suis pas une bonne affaire
Je te marcherais sur les pieds

Car... J'sais pas danser, pas danser
Ni m'balancer, m'balancer
Ça me fatigue de me trémousser
J'sais pas danser, pas danser

J'sais pas danser, pas danser
Ni m'balancer, m'balancer
Ça me fatigue de me trémousser
J'sais pas danser, pas danser

Cette chanson brésilienne
Me donne envie de bouger
Me voilà pris d'une audace soudaine
Mais mon corps reste figé

Car... J'sais pas danser, pas danser
Ni m'balancer, m'balancer
Ça me fatigue de me trémousser
J'sais pas danser, pas danser

J'sais pas danser, pas danser
Ni m'balancer, m'balancer
Ça me fatigue de me trémousser
J'sais pas danser, pas danser

Mais si jamais tu proposes
D'autres ébats, d'autres jeux.
Alors ce n'est plus du tout la même chose
Je te suivrai où tu veux.

Mais... J'sais pas danser, pas danser
Ni m'balancer, m'balancer
Ça me fatigue de me trémousser
J'sais pas danser, pas danser...

Tonite, Tonite
Composer(s): Billy Myles
Performer(s): The Mello-Kings



Too-oo-oo-nite, tonite while I'm holding you so near (holding you so near)
Tonite, tonite what I'd give if I could hear
Those three little words that would thrill the heart of me (thrill the heart of me)
Just whisper (shhh whisper) "I love you" and will eternally

Tonite, tonite more than any time before (any time before)
This hea-ah-art of mine seems to need you so much more
The touch of your lips, the thrill of your embrace (thrill of your embrace)
Keep saying that no one will ever take your place

While looking up above I-I wished upon a star
And prayed for a blessing from ab-o-o-o-ove
Well, if my wish should come true until our life is through
I'll have you near to have, to hold and to love

Well, tonite, tonite may it never reach an end (never reach an end)
I'll mi-i-iss you so till you're in my arms again
With all of my heart I declare with all my might (declare with all my might)
I'll love you forever as I lo-o-o-ve you tonite

(Love you, love you, love you tonite)

Too-oo-oo-nite, tonite may it never reach an end (never reach an end)
I'll mi-i-iss you so till you're in my arms again
With all of my heart I declare with all my might (declare with all my might)
I'll love you forever as I lo-o-o-ve you-oo to-oo-ni-ite
(Love you tonite)

I Hear Trumpets Blow
Composer(s): Mitch Margo; Hank Medress; Jay Siegel
Performer(s): The Tokens
and multiple other artists



Fanfare

I am not of royalty
I'm an ordinary guy
From a little family
And the riches pass us by
No red carpets on the floor
Nothing fancy I can show
But when we all stand together
I hear trumpets blow

Fanfare

Oh there is a fair young maiden
I love her and she loves me
She is kind and understanding
Filled with personality
And the people closest to me
All respect and love her so
When I see how much they take to her
I hear trumpets blow

Fanfare

Oh it really does amaze me
All the happiness I feel
And with every passing day I find
I can't believe it's real
So I pray that it will last
At least a hundred years or so
And I know it's not impossible
When I hear trumpets blow

Fanfare ...

Joyride
Composer(s): Ray Wylie Hubbard
Performer(s): Ray Wylie Hubbard



Y' understand I was not lookin' whereby to fall in love
I'd come downtown to check out a band
at The Continental Club
A Mamie Van Doren-lookin' woman come in the door
She was untamed youth rebellion and truth and so much more
I don't know if she had seen the light, she seemed at home in the dark
Her eyes met mine and it was like the time they split the atom apart

She could have had any biker in the bar but she come up to me
She said "You're done sleeping around, from now on you're with me"

Y' understand I did not know if this was my last or my lucky day
She said "You wanna go for a joy ride or you wanna stay here and pray"
I thought about my choices and I guess I could have said no
But it was just a band I'd come to see, so I mumbled "Let's go"
She had an old Camaro--naugahyde tuck and roll
She said "You can't live down in Texas if you don't have a lot of soul" 

The stereo was blasting "Mendocino" by Doug Sahm
She said "Fasten your seatbelt, you're with me from now on"

Understand I was not sleeping at the next day's sunrise
Me and this joy ride angel were up all night it's no surprise
When we got to her house she said "Go on and take off your shoes
I don't smoke afterwards I prefer to listen to blues"
"I know you're an old roots rocker and that's a compliment
When she said "Do you want to hear some Slim Harpo," I knew she was heaven sent

In her fine presence is where I want to be
I'm done sleeping around, from now on she's with me...

Tonight's The Night
Composer(s): Neil Young
First release: Neil Young - 1975
Covered by multiple other artists



Tonight's the night, tonight's the night
Tonight's the night, tonight's the night
Tonight's the night, tonight's the night
Tonight's the night, tonight's the night

Bruce Berry was a working man
He used to load that Econoline van
A sparkle was in his eye
But his life was in his hands

Well, late at night when the people were gone
He used to pick up my guitar
And sing a song in a shaky voice
That was real as the day was long

Tonight's the night, yes it is, tonight's the night
Tonight's the night, yes it is, tonight's the night

Early in the mornin' at the break of day
He used to sleep until the afternoon
If you never heard him sing
I guess you won't too soon

'Cause people let me tell you
It sent a chill up and down my spine
When I picked up the telephone
And heard that he'd died out on the mainline

Tonight's the night, tonight's the night
Tonight's the night, tonight's the night

Bruce Berry was a working man
He used to load that Econoline van
Well, early in the morning at just about the break of day
He used to sleep until the afternoon

Tonight's the night, yes it is, tonight's the night
Tonight's the night, tonight's the night
Tonight's the night, tonight's the night
Tonight's the night, tonight's the night

I Hear Music
Composer(s): Burton Lane; Frank Loesser
First performance: Peter Lind Hayes, Eddie Quillan, Frank Jenks & Robert Paige - 1940
Covered by multiple other artists



I hear music
Mighty fine music
The murmur of a morning breeze up there
The rattle of the milkman on the stair
Sure that's music
Mighty fine music
The singing of a sparrow in the sky
The perking of the coffee right near by
There's my favourite melody
You, my angel, phoning me
I hear music
Mighty fine music
And anytime I think my world is wrong
I get me out of bed and sing this song

I hear music
Mighty fine music
The murmur of a morning breeze up there
The rattle of the milkman on the stair
Sure that's music
Mighty fine music
The singing of a sparrow in the sky
The perking of the coffee right near by
There's my favourite melody
You, my angel, phoning me
I hear music
Mighty fine music
And anytime I think my world is wrong
I get me out of bed and sing this song