Scenes From An Italian Restaurant 
Composer(s): Billy Joel
Performer(s): Billy Joel
and multiple other artists



A bottle of white, a bottle of red
Perhaps a bottle of rose instead
We'll get a table near the street
In our old familiar place
You and I--face to face 

A bottle of red, a bottle of white
It all depends on your appetite
I'll meet you any time you want
In our Italian Restaurant 

Things are okay with me these days
Got a good job, got a good office
Got a new wife, got a new life
And the family's fine
We lost touch long ago
You lost weight
I did not know
You could ever look so good after
So much time 

I remember those days hanging out
At the village green
Engineer boots, leather jackets
And tight blue jeans
Drop a dime in the box play the
Song about New Orleans
Cold beer, hot lights
My sweet romantic teenage nights 

Brenda and Eddie were the popular steadies
And the king and the queen of the prom
Riding around with the car top down and the radio on
Nobody looked any finer
Or was more of a hit at the Parkway Diner
We never knew we could want more than that out of life
Surely Brenda and Eddie would always know how to survive 

Brenda and Eddie were still going steady in the summer of '75
When they decided the marriage would be at the end of July
Everyone said they were crazy
"Brenda you know you're much too lazy
Eddie could never afford to live that kind of life"
But there we were wavin' Brenda and Eddie goodbye 

They got an apartment with deep pile carpet
And a couple of paintings from Sears
A big waterbed that they bought with the bread
They had saved for a couple of years
They started to fight when the money got tight
And they just didn't count on the tears

They lived for a while in a very nice style
But it's always the same in the end
They got a divorce as a matter of course
And they parted the closest of friends
Then the king and the queen went back to the green
But you can never go back there again 

Brenda and Eddie had had it already
By the summer of '75
From the high to the low
To the end of the show
For the rest of their lives
They couldn't go back to the greasers
The best they could do was pick up the pieces
We always knew they would both find a way to get by
That's all I heard about Brenda and Eddie
Can't tell you more than I told you already
And here we are wavin' Brenda and Eddie goodbye 

A bottle of red, and bottle of white
Whatever kind of mood you're in tonight
I'll meet you anytime you want
In our Italian Restaurant

Redneck 12 Days Of Christmas
Composer(s): Jeff Foxworthy; Doug Grau; P.D. Scots Pipe Band; Scott Rouse; Tim Wilson
Performer(s): Jeff Foxworthy; The Wacky Redneck Hillbillies



Wow, somebody done been to the WalMart!
Man, this is the stuff I got for Christmas
Well you cleaned up! 
Whadya git?

Five flannel shirts
Four big mud tires
Three shotgun shells
Two hunting dogs
... And some parts to a Mustang GT

Hey Bubba, you got gypped -- there's 12 days to Christmas
I know that, I got it covered 
Look over in the corner
That's yours too?
Yea!

Twelve-pack of Bud
Eleven Wrastling tickets
Ten o' Copenhagen
Nine years probation
Eight table dancers
Seven packs of Redman
Six cans of Spam
Five flannel shirts
Four big mud tires
Three shotgun shells
Two hunting dogs
... And some parts to a Mustang GT

Man, this ain't normal Christmas presents!
No, they're redneck gifts!
Redneck gifts?
Yea, you know, like
if you buy your wife earrings that double as fishing lures
Or, if you can burp the entire chorus of "Jingle Bells"
Perhaps if you think "The Nutcracker" is something you did off a high-dive
Or, if you've ever misspelled something in Christmas lights
Or, if you leave cold beer and pickled eggs for Santa Claus

What's wrong with that?
I didn't say anything wrong with it...
It's hard to beat...

Twelve-pack of Bud
Eleven Wrastling tickets
Ten o' Copenhagen
Nine years probation
Eight table dancers
Seven packs of Redman
Six cans of Spam
Five flannel shirts
Four big mud tires
Three shotgun shells
Two hunting dogs
... And some parts to a Mustang GT

Well, you can't really consider it a Christmas
'less you go down to the penitentiary and visit your mama
You're not listenin' to me!
Get the car key outta your ear
That's where the nine years probation comes in...
I'm gonna do it for ya again
Now listen...

Twelve-pack of Bud
Eleven Wrastling tickets
Ten o' Copenhagen
Nine years probation
Eight table dancers
Seven packs of Redman
Six cans of Spam
Five flannel shirts
Four big mud tires
Three shotgun shells
Two hunting dogs
... And some parts to a Mustang GT

 
								

Scende La Pioggia
((Adapted from: Elenore (The Turtles - 1968))
Composer(s): John Barbata - Howard Kaylan - Al Nichol - Jim Pons - Mark Volman - Franco Migliacci
Performer(s): Gianni Morandi - 1968
and multiple other artists



Tu nel tuo letto caldo, io per strada al freddo
ma non è questo che mi fa triste
Qui fuori dai tuoi sogni l'amore sta morendo
ognuno pensa solo a se stesso
Scende la pioggia ma che fa
crolla il mondo addosso a me
per amore sto morendo!
Amo la vita più che mai
appartiene solo a me
voglio viverla per questo!
E basta con i sogni, ora sei tu che dormi
ora il dolore io non conosco
Quello che mi dispiace è quel che imparo adesso
ognuno pensa solo a se stesso
Scende la pioggia...

Przybiezeli Do Betlejem


Przybiezeli do Betlejem pasterze
Graja skocznie dzieciateczku n lirze

Refrain:
Witaja dzieciatko, male pacholatko
Pasterze, pasterze

Dzieciatko sie do pastuszkow usmiecha
Jako Jesus czystem sercem oddycha
Chwala na wysokosci
Chwala no wysokosci
A poloj na ziemi

Scatterbrain 
Composer(s): Khan Keene; Carl Bean; Frankie Masters; Johnny Burke
Performer(s): Frankie Masters
and multiple other artists



Everyone who sees you says, fascinating face
Heavens, what a figure and, goodness me, what grace
Everyone who meets you must lose his heart, I find
Then he's sure to lose his mind

You're as pleasant as the morning
And refreshing as the rain
Isn't it a pity that you're such a scatterbrain
When you smile it's so delightful
When you talk it's so insane
Still it's charming chatter, scatterbrain

I know I'll end up apoplectic
But there's nothing I can do
It's just the same as being in a hurricane
And though my life will be too hectic
I'm so much in love with you
Nothing else can matter
You're my darling scatterbrain

You're as gay as New Year parties
You're as sweet as sugarcane
But when you get serious, you're such a scatterbrain
When we dance I think it's heaven
Till about the third refrain
Then you start your patter, scatterbrain

Perhaps I'm much too analytic
But I'm up the well-known tree
I've tried to understand your double-talk in vain
Yet, won't you please forgive your critic
'Cause you mean so much to me
Nothing else can matter
You're my darling scatterbrain

Pretty Snow Flakes
Composer(s): Luigi Creatore; Hugo Peretti; David Plattner
Performer(s): Patti Page


It's winter, it's winter the snow fell last night
It fell on the tree tops and painted them white
The children are playing their faces are bright
Oh what a wonderful sight

Pretty snow flakes
Pretty snow flakes falling down from the sky
How I wonder where you come from as you flutter by
Did winter's magic hand send you down to bless the land

Pretty snow flakes
Pretty snow flakes falling down from the sky
Pretty snow flakes
Pretty snow flakes hello and goodbye

The pond by the old mill is covered with ice
The fires are glowing and everything's nice
The whole world is smiling and bundled up tight
Oh what a wonderful sight

Pretty snow flakes
Pretty snow flakes falling down from the sky
How I wonder where you come from as you flutter by
Did winter's magic hand send you down to bless the land

Pretty snow flakes
Pretty snow flakes falling down from the sky
Pretty snow flakes 
Pretty snow flakes hello and goodbye

Pretty snow flakes
Pretty snow flakes hello and goodbye

She's Gonna Win Your Heart
Composer(s): Billy Burnette; Hank Williams
Performer(s): Eddy Raven



I know just how you feel
When you see my baby dance across the floor
And I know you'd like to steal her love
I know I've been there before

I can see the way she's lookin' at you
I'm runnin' out of time
I used to feel the same way too
When I was tryin' to make her mine

She's gonna win your heart
She always gets her way
She knew right from the start
How to play her part
She's gonna win your heart

She can be so very nice
Melt you down like ice
With all her charms
Pick you up to paradise
I've been there once or twice in her arms

When my baby's running free
Takes a stronger man than me
To hold her down
Maybe you've got what she needs
So it's your turn to try and stop her runnin' round

She's gonna win your heart
She always gets her way
She knew right from the start
How to play her part
She's gonna win your heart

If I thought the time was right
I would try with all my might
To make her stay
But I won't put up a fight
'Cause I know she don't love me anyway

And I know ...

And I know she's gonna win your heart
She always gets her way
She knew right from the start
How to play her part
She's gonna win your heart

Yes I know she's gonna win your heart
She knows just what to say

She knew right from the start
How to play her part

Scary Voices
Composer(s): Andy Summers
Performer(s): Andy Summers



I have tried
to succeed
everything I do
is scaring me
To possess
to have won
everything that's
underneath the sun
Scary voices
echo
in my head
I can see
I am blind
everyone I love
I leave behind
Hold on and take control
hold on and save your soul
be sure before you rise
hold on it's in your eyes
I have tried
to succeed
everything I do
is scaring me

Scary Monsters (And Super Creeps)
Composer(s): David Bowie
First release by: David Bowie - 1980
Covered by multiple other artists



She had an horror of rooms
she was tired
you can't hide beat
When I looked in her eyes they were blue but nobody home

She could've been a killer
if she didn't walk the way she do
and she do
She opened strange doors
that we'd never close again

She began to wail jealousies scream
Waiting at the light know what I mean

Scary monsters, super creeps
Keep me running, running scared

Scary monsters, super creeps
Keep me running, running scared

She asked me to stay
and I stole her room
She asked for my love
and I gave her a dangerous mind
Now she's stupid in the street
and she can't socialise
Well I love the little girl
and I'll love her till the day she dies

She wails
Jimmy's guitar sound
jealousies scream
Waiting at the light know what I mean

Scary monsters, super creeps
Keep me running, running scared

Scary monsters, super creeps
Keep me running, running scared

Scary monsters, super creeps
Keep me running, running scared

Scary monsters, super creeps
Keep me running, running scared

Run, Run, Run [ad lib]

Please Daddy (Don't Get Drunk This Christmas)
Composer(s): Bill Danoff; Taffy Nivert
Performer(s): John Denver; Alan Jackson; Redneck Party Band



Please Daddy, don’t get drunk this Christmas
I don’t wanna see my Mumma cry
Please Daddy, don’t get drunk this Christmas
I don’t wanna see my Mumma cry

Just last year when I was only seven
And now I’m almost eight as you can see
You came home at a quarter past eleven
Fell down underneath our Christmas tree

Please Daddy, don’t get drunk this Christmas
I don’t wanna see my Mumma cry
Please Daddy, don’t get drunk this Christmas
I don’t wanna see my Mumma cry

Mumma smiled and looked outside the window
She told me son, you better go upstairs
Then you laughed and hollered Merry Christmas
I turned around and saw my Mumma’s tears

Please Daddy, don’t get drunk this Christmas
I don’t wanna see my Mumma cry
Please Daddy, don’t get drunk this Christmas
I don’t wanna see my Mumma cry
No, I don’t wanna see my Mumma cry

Scarlet Ribbons (For Her Hair)
Composer(s): Evelyn Danzig; Jack Segal
First release by: Juanita Hall - 1949
Covered by multiple other artists



I peeped in to say Goodnight
and then I heard my child in prayer
And for me, some scarlet ribbons
scarlet ribbons for my hair

All the stores were locked and shuttered
All the streets were dark and bare
In our town no scarlet ribbons
not one ribbon for her hair

Through the night my heart was aching
Just before the dawn was breaking
I peeped in and on her bed
in gay profusion lying there

Lovely ribbons, scarlet ribbons
Scarlet ribbons for her hair

If I live to be two hundred
I will never know from where
came those lovely scarlet ribbons
scarlet ribbons for her hair!

Please Come Home For Christmas
Composer(s): Charles Brown; Gene Redd
First release by: Charles Brown - 1960
Covered by multiple other artists



Bells will be ringing the glad, glad news
Oh, what a Christmas to end the blues
My baby's gone, I have no friends
To wish me greetings, ooh, once again

Choirs will be singing Silent Night
Christmas carols by candlelight
Please come home for Christmas
Please come home for Christmas
If not for Christmas, by New Year's night

Friends and relations send salutations
Sure as the stars shine above
This is Christmas, yeah, Christmas my dear 
The time of year to be with the one you love 

So won't you tell me you'll never more roam 
Christmas and New Years will find you home
Please come home for Christmas 
Please come home for Christmas 
If not for Christmas by New Year's night 

There'll be no more sorrow no grief and pain
And I'll be happy, happy once again

Bongo Bingo
Composer(s): Mack David; Jay Livingston
Performer(s): Carmen Miranda, Dean Martin, Jerry Lewis



In San Domingo (JL) Re-bah
There's bongo bingo (JL) Re-bah re-bah
It's quite the thing-o (JL) Aw-wah
In San Domingo (JL) Aw-wah aw-wah
That's where the gang go (JL) Ole
To bongo bingo (JL) Re-bah ole
And the fandango (JL) Aw-wah ole
In San Domingo (JL) Ole ole ole oh
Ole (JL) Ole ee-to
Ole (JL) Ole ee-to
Ole (JL) Ole ee-to ole ee-to hoo hoo

The castinets they get a play
Castinets make you sway

The bongo bingo (JL) Ay-yi bingo
And you'll be king-o (JL) Ay-yi bingo
In San Domingo (JL) Oh bongo bingo
If you know how to sway
You can learn how to play
Just the way that they play in San Domingo
If you beat when you hum
Just repeat it on a drum
And they'll know that you've come to San Domingo

Bongo bingo (CM) Bingo bingo
bingo bingo ay-ay-ay-ay
Go where the gang go (JL&CM) .. noise ..
And learn the lingo (JL&CM) .. noise ..
And you fandango (JL&CM) .. noise ..
In San Domingo (JL&CM) .. noise ..
Just bingo bongo (JL&CM) .. noise ..
Just bongo bingo (JL&CM) .. noise ..
And we go king-o (JL&CM) .. noise ..
In San Domingo (CM) Bango

(All) Bango bingo bye bye two
three four five six ole

Pine Cones And Holly Berries
Composer(s): Meredith Willson
Performer(s): Hank Jones; The Osmonds



Pine cones and Holly Berries
Popcorn for you, apples for me
Red striped candy, nut cracker handy
Kettle a-bubbleing hot as can be
Snow clouds hang low and threatening
Maybe it won't, praying it may
The brightest fireplace glows in every face
Waiting for Christmas day

There'll be walk-a-round songs 
And talk-a-round songs
Songs of the inn and stable
There'll be morning time songs 
And evening time songs
And grace at every table
And Jingle bells will jingle all the way all day

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Everywhere you go
There's a tree in the Grand Hotel
One in the park as well
The sturdy kind that doesn't mind the snow
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Soon the bells will start
And the thing that will make them ring
Is the carol that you sing
Right within your heart

Scarecrow's Dream
Composer(s): Dan Fogelberg
First release by: Dan Fogelberg - 1977



Seldom seen
A scarecrow's dream
I hang in the hopes of replacement
Castles tall
I built them all
But I dream that I'm trapped in the basement

And if you ever hear me calling out
And if you've been by paupers crowned
Between the worlds of men and make-believe
I can be found

Plans I've made
A masquerade
Fading in fear of the coming day
Heroes' tales
Like nightingales
Wrestle the wind as they run away

And if you ever hear them calling out
And if you've been by paupers crowned
Between the worlds of men and make-believe
I can be found

Garden gate
An empty plate
Waiting for someone to come and fill
Scarecrow's dreams
Like frozen streams
Thirst for the fall
But they're running still

And if you ever hear me calling out
And if you've been by paupers crowned
Between the worlds of men and make-believe
I can be found

Petite Étoile De Noël
Composer(s): Raymond Legrand; J. Daniel Norman; G. Diamant
Performer(s): Tino Rossi



Au pas lent de leurs chevaux
Qui sont chargés de cadeaux
Quittant leurs palais et les rois mages
Vont dans un tout petit village
Perdu dans la nuit bleue
Qui leur a dit? 
Qui les conduit?
En cette nuit

Petite étoile de Noël
Tu luis d'un éclat surnaturel
Eclairant la petite étable
Où l'enfant Dieu est né pour nous
Petite étoile de Noël
Montre-nous dans le bleu du ciel
L'humble toit, la petite étable
Où l'enfant Roi est venu jusqu'à nous
Marie au regard si doux
Et les bergers à genoux
Le regardent sourire aux anges
Le gros bœuf taché de roux
L'agneau blanc, l'âne debout
Nous attendent au rendez-vous
Entend dans la nuit de Noël
Jésus ton grand amour éternel
Et suivons la petite étoile
Petite étoile de Noël

Scarborough Fair/Canticle
((Adapted from: "Scarborough Fair" (Shirley Collins) - 1959 and "The Side Of A Hill" (Paul Simon) - 1965))
Composer(s): Paul Simon - Art Garfunkel
Performer(s): Simon & Garfunkel - 1966
and multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1968 - La Fiera Del Perdono (I Califfi)
1970 - Lilja Ruusu Ja Kirsikkapuu (Kirka)
2004 - Chèvrefeuille Que Tu Es Loin (Nana Mouskouri)



Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt

(On the side of a hill in the deep forest green)
Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme
(Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground)
Without no seams nor needlework
(Blankets and bedclothes a child of the mountains)
Then she'll be a true love of mine
(Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)
Tell her to find me an acre of land

(On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves)
Parsley, sage, rosemary, & thyme
(Washed is the ground with so many tears)
Between the salt water and the sea strand
(A soldier cleans and polishes a gun)
Then she'll be a true love of mine

Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather

(War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions)
Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme
(Generals order their soldiers to kill)
And to gather it all in a bunch of heather
(And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten)
Then she'll be a true love of mine

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine

Petit Pasqua Noël
Composer(s): Martiney; Girardot
Performer(s): Chanson Plus Bifluorée



C'est la belle nuit de Noël
Dans le fourgon, c'est l'allégresse
Les casques pointés vers le ciel
Emus les petits CRS
Avant de fermer leurs visières
Font une dernière prière

Petit Pasqua Noël
Quand tu descendras du ciel
Avec des matraques dorées
N'oublie pas ton traîneau blindé
Car avant de partir
Il faudra bien te couvrir
Les gens sont si durs
Avec toi
Oh mon pauvre petit Pasqua

Il me tarde tant que le jour se lève
Pour voir si nous pouvons charger
Et puis matraquer tous ces jeunes en grève
Que nous t'avions commandés

Petit Pasqua Noël
Quand tu descendras du ciel
Avec des matraques dorées
N'oublie pas ton traîneau blindé
Petit Pasqua Noël

La Fiera Del Perdono
((Adapted from: "Scarborough Fair" (Shirley Collins) - 1959 and "The Side Of A Hill" (Paul Simon) - 1965))
Composer(s): Traditional - Paul Simon - Franco Boldrini
Performer(s): I Califfi - 1968

Versions In Other Languages:
1966 - Scarborough Fair/Canticle (Simon & Garfunkel)
1970 - Lilja Ruusu Ja Kirsikkapuu (Kirka)
2004 - Chèvrefeuille Que Tu Es Loin (Nana Mouskouri)



Se tu vai alla fiera del perdono
Giu' al paese torroni e collane
Se incontri chi e' stato il mio amore
Dille che ora non posso venire
Dille ricami su un pezzo di seta
Due gabbiani fra nuvole rosa
Ma non con filo di tanti colori
Ma con il crine dei suoi capelli
Dille che trovi un pezzo di terra
Fra gli ulivi e i ruscelli di vetro
Allora potro' tornare da lei
E la vendemmia ci trovera' insieme
La montagna ride col vento
Giu' al paese torroni e collane
E quando grido il tuo nome di neve
Fugge un cerbiatto lungo il sentiero
Se tu vai alla fiera del perdono
Giu' al paese torroni e collane
Se incontri chi e' stato il mio amore
Dille che ora non posso venire

Petit Papa Noël
(Dutch Version: O Zoete Lieve Heer- 1978)
Composer(s): Raymond Vincy; Henri Martinet; John Boylan
Performer(s): Tino Rossi - 1946



C'est la belle nuit de Noël
La neige étend son manteau blanc
Et les yeux levés vers le ciel
À genoux, les petits enfants
Avant de fermer les paupières
Font une dernière prière

Petit Papa Noël
Quand tu descendras du ciel
Avec des jouets par milliers
N'oublie pas mon petit soulier
Mais avant de partir
Il faudra bien te couvrir
Dehors tu dois avoir si froid
C'est un peu à cause de moi

Il me tarde tant que le jour se lève
Pour voir si tu m'as apporté
Tous les beaux joujoux que je vois en rêves
Et que je t'ai commandés

Petit Papa Noël
When you sail down from the sky
Bringing toys, so shiny and so bright
Please don't pass my little stocking by
Before you leave your home
Wear your bright red coat so warm
Understand it still a winter night
How I'd wait you see my candlelight

Petit Papa Noël 
Quand tu descendras du ciel 
Apportant des jouets, si brillants et si éclatants 
S'il-te-plaît, ne passes pas à côté de mon petit bas 
Avant de partir de chez-toi 
Mets ton manteau rouge vif si chaud 
Comprends que c'est une autre nuit d'hiver 
J'attendrai tellement que tu vois la lumière de ma chandelle

I can't hardly sleep
Cause my heart is singing
Listening to a new Christmas song
I can't wait to see
What the morning's bringing
Oh I can't wait so long

J'ai de la difficulté à m'endormir 
Parce que mon coeur chante 
En écoutant une nouvelle chanson de Noël 
Je ne peux attendre pour voir 
Ce que le matin apporte 
Oh je ne peux attendre si longtemps

Petit Papa Noël
Quand tu descendras du ciel
Avec des jouets par milliers
N'oublies pas mon petit soulier
Petit Papa Noël