Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Se Essa Rua Fosse Minha Composer(s): Chico Buarque; Djavan; A. Antunes; Caetano Veloso Performer(s): Raimundo Fagner
Eu sou a luz do mundo e ninguém me vê aqui Eu sou o sal da terra e ninguém me sabe aqui Brincando de existir Ninguém pode me pegar Eu sou a voz da vida, nada vai me calar
Pivete, capitão da areia, trombadinha A imensidão da noite para habitar A lua, mas se essa rua fosse minha Meu caminho, meu sono, meu zanzar
Ducha de chuva fria e sol de aquecedor Cama de viaduto e carros de cobertor Letreiros de bê-á-bá Vitrines de ver TV Beijos de cola e colo de esmola pra comer
Pivete, capitão da areia, trombadinha A imensidão da noite para habitar A lua, mas se essa rua fosse minha Meu caminho, meu sono, meu zanzar... Corre menino, vem menino perto de mim
Santa Claus Is Watching You Composer(s): Ray Stevens Performer(s): Ray Stevens; The Wacky Redneck Hillbillies
Now babydoll, sweetie-pie, sugarplum, honey-bunch, angel face You know you better be good And act like two fine lovers should Be careful what you say and do 'Cause Santa Claus is watchin' you (He's everywhere, he's everywhere)
You'd better kiss and hold me tight An' give me good lovin' every night 'Cause you'll be sorry if ya make me blue 'Cause Santa Claus is watchin' you (He's everywhere, he's everywhere)
Well you may thing you can sneak around and get away with something But there ain't no way 'Cause Santa's no fool, he's really super cool He's the secret head of the CIA Eesh, Iish, crime don't pay (You can't do nothin' cause you're never alone He's even got a wire tap on your phone)
So baby if you ever but do me wrong Break my heart and leave me alone When Christmas comes, you be crying too 'Cause Santa Claus is watching you (He's everywhere, he's everywhere)
Every Christmas season, he climbs on his sled full of toys With fuel exhaust and side mirrors, the foxtails, the mudflaps, the leopard-skin seats covers And spreads Christmas cheer to all good little girls and boys Then he says on Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner and Blitzen and Bruce and Marvin, Leon, Cletus and George and Bill and Slick and Do-right, Clyde and Ace and Blackie and Queenie, and Prince and Spot and Rover (So where's Rudolph - He's on a stakeout at your house) You can run, you can hide, but you can't get away Got binoculars focused on you everyday
So baby if you ever but do me wrong Break my heart and leave me alone When Christmas comes, you be crying too 'Cause Santa Claus is watching you (He's everywhere, he's everywhere)
Yeah Santa Claus is watching you (he's everywhere oh lord have mercy) Santa's got his eyes all over you You better watch out Ooh, look out there's Santa Claus now peepin' around the corner Shoot, you in deep trouble You know that? I don't think you understand the situation I got a call into the North Pole right now Them little elves gonna come down here Whoop up on you I mean you gotta be true blue, through and through Or Santa gonna get you
Santa Claus Is Coming To Town/Santa Man
Haven Gillespie; J. Fred Coots; Alan Paul
Performer(s): The Manhattan Transfer
You better watch out You better not cry You better not pout I'm tellin' you why Santa Claus is comin' to town
He's makin' a list Checkin' it twice Gonna find out who's naughty or nice Santa Claus is comin' to town
He sees you when you're sleepin' He knows when you're awake He knows if you've been bad or good So be good for goodness sake!
You better watch out You better not cry You better not pout I'm tellin' you why Santa Claus is comin' to town...to town
Over there Santa Claus is comin' so be prepared Don't you cry or worry Go and get your stocking hung Every little thing to do is done Santa's list of toys is gone, the tree the cue And don't forget to brush every little one 'Cause soon as your sleepin' Teeth police will come checkin' To see if every pearl is glistenin' Don't be missin' any spot Or they'll tattle-tale And Santa he won't come
You're dealin' with toyland springs When he brings the season joy With toys and things But if you go dancin' Samba through the night Be warned, beware Or else you'll scare the hair off of Rudolph And he'll fly from here That's a fact and then you'll cry and rave And wish that you'd behaved So heed this warning Before morning comes upon you Go to sleep and goodnight!
All the boys and girls dream of Toyland Wish that the snowman soon would play And they are sure to get their wishes met When they hear the words we say...
You better watch out You better not cry You better not pout I'm tellin' you why Santa Claus is comin' Santa Claus is comin' Santa Claus is comin' to town To town! To town! Look out old Santa is back - yeah!
Se Contenter D'ici Bas Composer(s): Carla Bruni; Julien Clerc; Hervé Brault Performer(s): Julien Clerc
Ça ne se sait pas Ça ne s'attend pas Parfois même c'est malgré soi Ça s'emmêle à nous Ça se mêle de tout Ça peut rendre comme fou Ça ne s'invente pas Ça ne se ment pas Ça ne se contrefait pas Ça ne se vole pas Ça ne se veut pas Ça se laisse venir comme ça
Et s'il ne restait que ça Si on ne faisait plus que ça Se contenter d'ici-bas Et s'il ne restait que ça S'il n'y avait rien au-delà Etre heureux maintenant et là
Ça ne s'oublie pas Ça s'installe en soi Ça se suffit d'une fois Ça ne demande pas Ni même pourquoi Car ça ne s'explique pas Ça n'se regrette pas Ça n'se recherche pas Ça n's'abandonne pas Ça n'se retient pas Ça se frôle du doigt Ça s'en va et c'est comme ça
Et s'il ne restait que ça Si on ne faisait plus que ça Se contenter d'ici-bas Et s'il ne restait que ça S'il n'y avait rien au-delà Etre heureux maintenant et là
Et s'il ne restait que ça Si nous n'avions pas le choix Et si le ciel se trouvait là S'il n'y avait rien au-delà Si l'enfer n'existait pas
Et s'il ne restait que ça Si nos vies se vivaient là Si tout n'était rien que ça Et s'il ne restait que ça Si la réponse était là Se contenter d'ici-bas
Santa Claus Is Coming To Town
(Danish & Norwegian Version: Julemand'n Er Kommet Til By'n - 1978; Julenissen Kommer I Kveld)
Composer(s): Fred Coots; Haven Gillespie
First performance: Eddie Cantor - 1934
Covered by multiple other artists
You better watch out You better not cry Better not pout I'm telling you why Santa Claus is coming to town
He's making a list And checking it twice Gonna find out Who's naughty and nice Santa Claus is coming to town
He sees you when you're sleeping He knows when you're awake He knows if you've been bad or good So be good for goodness sake
Oh! You better watch out! You better not cry Better not pout I'm telling you why Santa Claus is coming to town Santa Claus is coming to town
Scusami Composer(s): O. Ferrari; G. Malgoni; A. Perrone Performer(s): Dalida; Raymond Lefevre & His Orch.
Oublie ta peine dans mes bras puisqu'elle te vient de moi Un peu d'amour l'effacera Scusami, scusami encore Mon seul bonheur est fait de toi et tu le sais déjà Mais si j'ai fait pleurer ta joie Scusami pardonne-moi
Parle-moi j'ai besoin d'écouter ta voix Si tu savais ce que j'ai de regret
Oublie les jours oublie les heures Et vient m'ouvrir ton cur Puisque aujourd'hui l'amour là Scusami pardonne-moi
Je donnerai le monde Pour voir tes yeux sourire une seconde Et pour que tu répondes à ma prière Je donnerai le ciel et sa lumière
Oublie ta peine dans mes bras puisqu' elle te vient de moi Un peu d'amour l'effacera Scusami, scusami encore Mon seul bonheur est fait de toi et tu le sais déjà Mais si j'ai fait pleurer ta joie Scusami pardonne-moi
Parle-moi j'ai besoin d'écouter ta voix Le ciel est bleu au soleil de tes yeux
Oublie ta peine dans mes mains n'attendons pas demain Puisque aujourd'hui l'amour est là Scusami pardonne-moi Scusami pardonne-moi
Santa Claus Is Back In Town Composer(s): Jerry Leiber; Mike Stoller First release by: Elvis Presley - 1957 Covered by multiple other artists
(Christmas, Christmas, Christmas)
Well, its Christmas time pretty baby And the snow is fallin on the ground (Christmas, Christmas) Well, its Christmas time pretty baby And the snow is on the ground (Christmas, Christmas) Well, you be a real good little girl Santa Claus is back in town (Christmas, Christmas)
Got no sleigh with reindeer, no sack on my back Youre gonna see me comin in a big black Cadillac
Whoa oh its Christmas time pretty baby And the snow is fallin on the ground (Christmas, Christmas) Well, you be a real good little baby Santa Claus is back in town
(Christmas, Christmas, Christmas)
Hang up your pretty stockings, turn off the light Santa Claus is comin down your chimney tonight
Whoa oh oh oh its Christmas time pretty baby (Christmas) And the snow is fallin on the ground (Christmas, wah wah wah wah wah Christmas) Well, you be a real good little baby Santa Claus is back in town (Christmas, Christmas, Christmas)
Screw You, We're From Texas Composer(s): Ray Wylie Hubbard Performer(s): Ray Wylie Hubbard
I got on my cowboy boots, jeans And Hawaiian shirt, mirrored sunglasses And a mobile phone I guess I look like some Port Aransas Dope dealer that's out on bail Just trying to get home Well I ain't in jail and I got me a guitar Got a little band that's hotter than a rocket Sometimes we're sloppy We're always loud, tonight we're just ornery And locked in the pocket
So screw you, we're from Texas Screw you, we're from Texas Screw you, we're from Texas We're from Texas baby, so screw you
Now I love the USA And the other states Ahh, they're OK Texas is the place I wanna be And I don't care if I ever go to Delaware anyway Cause we got Stubbs, and Gruene Hall and Antone's, and John T's Country Store We've got Willie and Jacky Jack, Robert Earl, Pat, Cory, Charlie and me And so many more
So screw you, we're from Texas Screw you, we're from Texas Screw you, we're from Texas We're from Texas, screw you
Sing it with me Screw you, we're from Texas Screw you, we're from Texas Screw you, we're from Texas We're from Texas, screw you!
Now Texas has gotten a bad reputation Because of what happened in Dallas and Waco And our corporations well they are corrupt And the politicians are swindlers and loco But when it comes to music my friend I believe these words are as true as St. John the Revelator's Our Mr. Vaughan was the best that there ever was And no band was cooler than the 13th Floor Elevators
So screw you, we're from Texas Screw you, we're from Texas Screw you, we're from Texas We're from Texas, screw you!
Screw you, we're from Texas Screw you, we're from Texas Screw you, we're from Texas We're from Texas Screw you
Screw you, we're from Texas Screw you, we're from Texas Screw you, we're from Texas We're from Texas Screw you
Santa Claus (I Still Believe In You) Composer(s): Greg Fowler; Linda Gentry; Teddy Gentry; John Jarrard; Randy Owen Performer(s): Alabama
You always come around this time of year With your big ol' bag that's full of Christmas cheer And when it starts to snow the little boys and girls all know Soon they'll hear the sounds of your reindeer
Now sometimes grownups grow up to believe That you don't really come on Christmas Eve But I don't think that's true 'cause I know I've seen you In sparking little eyes around the tree
Oh Santa Claus, I still believe in you There's still a kid inside of me that still believes you're true Oh Santa Claus, the kids are tucked in tight The hour has arrived, it's time to play ol' Santa Clause tonight
Well I don't see how anybody could ever doubt that there really is a Santa Clause Especially if they've ever seen a little boy who's just got his very first bike Or if they've ever seen a little girl with her arms wrapped around her baby doll so tight And both of 'em waking up Mama and Daddy way before daylight And Grandma and Grandpa just lookin' young and lovin' life 'Cause they know that their grandkids gonna be alright And Mama and Daddy, they'll be waitin' up to answer ol' Santa's call 'Cause tonight they're not worried about payin' bills Lord, they're just lovin' it all!
Oh Santa Claus, I still believe in you There's still a kid in all of us that still believes you're true Oh Santa Claus, the kids are sleepin' tight We're turnin' out the lights and I'll be waiting up for you tonight
Oh Santa Claus, the kids are tucked in tight Santa Claus, turnin' out the lights Oh Santa Claus, ummmmmmmmmmmm I still believe in you
Scream Louder Composer(s): Janet Jackson; Michael Jackson; James Harris III; Terry Lewis Performer(s): Michael Jackson & Janet Jackson
(Michael) Tired of injustice Tired of the scheme Life is disgustin' So what does it mean, debbie You kick to me down I got to get up As jacked as it sounds The whole system sucks, debbie (Janet) Peek in the shadow Come into the light You tell me I'm wrong Then you better prove you're right You're sellin' out souls but ya I care about mine I've got to get stronger And I won't give up the fight
(Michael) With such confusions don't it make you wanna scream
(Janet) Make you wanna scream
(Michael) Your bash abusin' victimize within the scheme
(Janet) You try to cope with every lie they scrutinize
(Both) Somebody please have mercy 'cause I just can't take it Stop pressurin' me Just stop pressurin' me Stop pressurin' me Make me wanna scream Stop pressurin' me Just stop pressurin' me Stop pressurin' me Make me wanna scream
(Michael) Tired of tellin' you the story your way It's causin' confusion You think it's okay, debbie
(Janet) Keep changin' the rules While can't playin' the game I can't take it much longer I think I might go insane
(Michael) With such confusion don't it make you wanna scream
(Janet) Make you wanna scream
(Michael) Your bash abusin' victimize within the scheme
(Janet) You find your pleasure scandalizin' every lie
(Both) Oh father, please have mercy cause I just can't take it Stop pressurin' me Just stop pressurin' me Stop pressurin' me Make me wanna scream Stop pressurin' me Just stop pressurin' me Stop fuckin' with me Make me wanna scream
(Janet) Oh my god, can't believe what I saw as I turned on the
(Michael) All the injustice
(News man) A man has been brutally beaten to death by police after
(Michael) With such collusions don't it make you wanna scream
(Janet) Make me wanna scream
(Michael) Your bash abusin' victimize within the scheme
(Janet) You try to cope with every lie they scrutinize
(Both) Oh brother please have mercy cause I just can't take it Stop pressurin' me Just stop pressurin' me Stop pressurin' me Make me wanna scream Make me wanna scream Make me wanna scream Make me wanna scream Make me wanna scream Make me wanna scream
Scoubidou (Pommes Et Poires) ((Adapted from: Apples, Peaches And Cherries (Peggy Lee) - 1953)) Composer(s): Allan Lewis - Maurice Tézé Performer(s): Sacha Distel - 1959
Versions In Other Languages: 1959 - Äpfel Und Birnen (Dalida) 1959 - Scoubidou (Italian Version) (Dalida)
La rencontrant chez des amis Je lui dis: Mademoiselle Que faites-vous donc dans la vie Eh bien répondit-elle
Je vends des pommes, des poires Et des scoubidoubi-ou ah ... Pommes?... (pommes) Poires?... (poires) Et des Scoubidoubi-ou Ah Scoubidoubi-ou
On a dansé toute la nuit Puis au jour, on est partis Chez moi... discuter de l'amour De l'amour... et des fruits...
Comm' elle se trouvait bien, chez moi Aussitôt elle s'installa Et le soir, en guis' de dîner Elle me faisait manger
Je vends des pommes, des poires Et des scoubidoubi-ou ah... Pommes?... (pommes) Poires?... (poires) Et des Scoubidoubi-ou Ah Scoubidoubi-ou
Ca n'pouvait pas durer longtemps Car les fruits, c'est comme l'amour Faut en user modérément Sinon... ça joue des tours
Quand je lui dis: Faut se quitter... Aussitôt elle s'écria Mon pauvre ami, des typ's comm' toi On en trouv' par milliers...
Je vends des pommes, des poires Et des scoubidoubi-ou ah... Pommes?... (pommes) Poires?... (poires) Et des Scoubidoubi-ou Ah Scoubidoubi-ou
La leçon que j'en ai tirée Est facile à deviner Célibatair' vaut mieux rester Plutôt que de croquer
Je vends des pommes, des poires Et des scoubidoubi-ou ah... Pommes?... (pommes) Poires?... (poires) Et des Scoubidoubi-ou Ah Scoubidoubi-ou
Santa Can't Stay Composer(s): Dwight Yoakam Performer(s): Dwight Yoakam
Cold tears fall from his eyes As he turns into the night and walks away Lucille runs outside Just to see if there might be a sleigh Little Bobby stares down At the plate where cookies still lay And tries to understand Why momma said Santa can't stay
Momma said Santa can't stay Said she told him that twice yesterday Then a car just like Dad's Pulled out and drove away After momma said Santa couldn't stay
They both heard him coming Saw Mom run down the hall and holler wait Doug you're drunk don't come inside I'm not joking I've had all this I can take He threw a present really hard That almost hit Mom's new boyfriend Ray And yelled ho-ho lucky for you she's here And said that Santa can't stay
Momma said Santa can't stay Said she told him that twice yesterday Then a car just like Dad's Pulled out and drove away After momma said Santa couldn't stay
Scoubidou ((Adapted from: Apples, Peaches And Cherries (Peggy Lee) - 1953))
Composer(s): Allan Lewis
Performer(s): Dalida - 1959
Versions In Other Languages:
1959 - Scoubidou (Pommes Et Poires) (Sacha Distel)
1959 - Äpfel Und Birnen (Dalida)
Scoubidou bi ou a Scoubidou bi ou a Scoubidou bi ou a Scoubidou bi ou Io l'incontrai ad un cocktail Lui mi chiese Mademoiselle Che cosa fa per vivere E cosi' riposi allor 'Io vendo pere e mele' e poi scoubidou bi ou a Pere mele e poi scoubidou bi ou a Scoubidou bi ou Danzammo insieme al cabaret E fino all'alba delle tre Parlando sempre con calor di frutta e dell'amor Con lui assai bene mi trovai Ed in casa mi installai Ma pranzo cena e a desinar gli davo da mangiar La pere le mele e dei scoubidou bi ou a Pere mele e dei scoubidou bi ou a scoubidou bi ou Qualunque cosa a esagerar Finirebbe per stancar Le frutta rendon con l'amor più deboli di cuor Mi disse alfine di partir Ed io finsi di svenir Ma lui grido' non son per me i tipi come te La pere le mele e dei scoubidou bi ou a Pere mele e dei scoubidou bi ou a scoubidou bi ou scoubidou bi ou a scoubidou bi ou a Adamo ed Eva al mondo inter Han svelato già il mister E meglio sempre soli star piuttosto che mangiar La pere le mele e dei scoubidou bi ou a Pere mele e dei scoubidou bi ou a scoubidou bi ou a Scoubidou bi ou a scoubidou bi ou a Scoubidou bi ou a
Santa Bring My Baby Back (To Me) Composer(s): Claude Demetrius; Aaron Schroeder First recording/First release by: Elvis Presley - 1957 Covered by multiple other artists
(Santa, bring my Baby back to me) (Santa, bring my Baby back to me)
I don't need a lot of presents To make my Christmas bright I just need my baby's arms Wound around me tight Uh-ho, Santa hear my plea Santa bring my baby back to me
(Santa, bring my Baby back to me)
The Christmas tree is ready The candles all aglow But with my Baby far away What good is mistletoe Uh-ho, Santa, hear my plea Santa bring my baby back to me
(Santa, bring my Baby back to me)
Please make these reindeer hurry Well the time is drawing near It sure won't seem like Christmas Unless my Baby's here Don't fill my sock with candy Or no bright and shiny toy You wanna make me happy And fill my heart with joy Then Santa, hear my plea Santa bring my baby back to me
(Santa, bring my Baby back to me)
Please make these reindeer hurry Well the time is drawing near It sure won't seem like Christmas Unless my Baby's here Don't you fill my sock with candy Or no bright and shiny toy You wanna make me happy and fill my heart with joy Then Santa, hear my plea Santa bring my baby back to me
(Santa, bring my Baby back to me) (Santa, bring my Baby back)
Then Santa, hear my plea Santa bring my baby back to me
Äpfel Und Birnen ((Adapted from: Apples, Peaches And Cherries (Peggy Lee) - 1953)) Composer(s): Allan Lewis - Michael Performer(s): Dalida - 1959
Versions In Other Languages: 1959 - Scoubidou (Pommes Et Poires) (Sacha Distel) 1959 - Scoubidou (Italian Version) (Dalida)
Am rond-point sprach ein mann mich an Als ich mein Büro verliess Und fragt ob ich ihm sagen kann Was isst man in Paris
Am liebsten Äpfel und Birnen Und dann scoubidoubidou-a Äpfel Äpfel birnen birnen Und dann scoubidoubidou-a scoubidoubidou
Der Vorschlag schien ihm originell Und hat ihn so interessiert Dass er mich darauf ganz formell Am abend ausgeführt
In einem netten restaurant Hat er mein menü erprobt Das er ganz ausgezeichnet fand Und nun begeistert lobt
Wie schön sind Äpfel und Birnen Und dann scoubidoubidou-a Äpfel Äpfel Birnen Birnen Und dann scoubidoubidou-a scoubidoubidou
Und weil es ihm so herrlich schmeckt Macht er täglich diese kur Bis er dann voller schreck entdeckt Es schadet der figur
Es sei ja ab und zu ganz schön Wenn man süss früchte hat Doch müsse er mir eingestehn Auch früchte machen satt
Nicht immer Äpfel und Birnen Und dann scoubidoubidou-a Äpfel Äpfel Birnen Birnen Und dann scoubidoubidou-a Scoubidoubidou-a, scoubidoubidou-a Scoubidoubidou - aha
Santa Baby
Composer(s): Joan Javits; Tony Springer; Philip Springer
First release by: Eartha Kitt - 1953
Covered by multiple other artists
Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree, for me I've been an awful good girl Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight Santa baby, an out-of-space convertible too, light blue I'll wait up for you dear Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight Think of all the fun I've missed Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed Next year I could be oh so good If you'd check off my Christmas list Boo doo bee doo Santa honey, I wanna yacht and really that's Not a lot I've been an angel all year Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight Santa cutie, there's one thing I really do need, the deed To a platinum mine Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight Santa baby, I'm filling my stocking with a duplex, and checks Sign your 'X' on the line Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight Come and trim my Christmas tree With some decorations bought at Tiffany's I really do believe in you Let's see if you believe in me Boo doo bee doo Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing, a ring I don't mean a phone Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight Hurry down the chimney tonight Hurry down the chimney tonight
Scotch And Soda Composer(s): Dave Guard First release by: The Kingston Trio - 1958 Covered by multiple other artists
Scotch and soda, mud in your eye Baby, do I feel high, oh, me, oh, my Do I feel high Dry martini, jigger of gin Oh, what a spell you've got me in, oh, my Do I feel high People won't believe me They'll think that I'm just braggin' But I could feel the way I do and still be on the wagon
All I need is one of your smiles Sunshine of your eyes, oh, me, oh, my Do I feel high
People won't believe me They'll think that I'm just braggin' But I could feel the way I do and still be on the wagon
All I need is one of your smiles Sunshine of your eyes, oh, me, oh, my Do I feel higher than a kite can fly Give me lovin', baby I feel high
Paris Composer(s): Bernard Lavilliers Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
J'adore le ciel de Paris J'adore cette fille de bandit Qui se balade en guêpière Quand je retourne en enfer
Mon capital de bas noirs Tu changes de fille tous les soirs Et dans les bulles de cristal Me balances les fleurs du mal
Tu me manques terriblement Tu me manques passionnément Tu me manques, c'est fascinant Paris, t'es si belle encore Paris, tu changes de décor Paris, tu ressembles à personne
Ma capitale de douleur Vienne la nuit, sonne l'heure Un rouge baiser, un miroir Tout redevient provisoire
Paris, t'as des yeux gris-bleus T'es plutôt brune à mes yeux Entre Desnos et Prévert Tu choisis Apollinaire
Tu me manques terriblement Tu me manques passionnément Tu me manques, c'est fascinant Paris, t'es si belle encore Paris, tu changes de décor Paris, tu ressembles à personne
Je t'aime, ma fille de faubourg Avec tes chansons d'amour Je t'aime, vipère du trottoir Plumant le micheton dans le noir
Mon ange exterminateur T'es dure avec le malheur Tu fais de cadeaux à personne Et là, Paris, tu déconnes
Tu me manques terriblement Tu me manques passionnément Tu me manques, c'est fascinant Paris, t'es si belle encore Paris, tu changes de décor Paris, tu ressembles à personne
Paris, j'veux pas qu'on t'épouse Reste infidèle et jalouse Paris, tu ressembles à personne
