Shake That Thing
Composer(s): Papa Charlie Jackson
Performer(s): Ethel Waters



Down in Georgia, got a dance that's new
Ain't nothin' to it, it's easy to do
Called 'Shake That Thing'
Oh, shake that thing
I'm gettin' sick and tired of tellin' you to shake that thing

Now, the old folks start doin' it, the young folks too
But the old folks learn the young ones what to do
About shakin' that thing
Ah, shake that thing
I'm gettin' sick and tired of tellin' you to shake that thing

Now, Grandpappy Johnson grabbed Sister Kate
He shook her like you shake jelly on a plate
How he shook that thing
Oh, he shook that thing
I'm gettin' sick and tired of tellin' you to shake that thing

Why, there's old Uncle Jack, the jellyroll king
He's got a hump in his back from shakin' that thing
Yet, he still shakes that thing
For an old man, how he can shake that thing
And he never gets tired of tellin' young folks, "Go out and shake that thing"

Now, it ain't no Charleston, ain't no Pigeon Wing
Nobody has to give you no lessons, to shake that thing
When everybody can shake that thing
Oh, I mean, shake that thing
I'm gettin' tired of tellin' you how to shake that thing
Oooh, oooh, with this kind of music, who wouldn't shake that thing

Queen Of The May
(aka Bring Flowers Of The Rarest; Bring Flowers Of The Fairest)
Composer(s): Mary E. Walsh
Performer(s): Frank Patterson; Daniel O'Donnell;
John McDermott; Phil Coulter



Bring flowers of the fairest
Bring flowers of the rarest
From garden and woodland
And hillside and vale
Our full hearts are swelling
Our Glad voices telling
The praise of the loveliest
Rose of the vale

O Mary! we crown thee with blossoms today
Queen of the Angels, Queen of the May
O Mary! we crown thee with blossoms today
Queen of the Angels, Queen of the May

Our voices ascending,
In harmony blending
Oh! Thus may our hearts turn
Dear Mother, to thee
Oh! Thus shall we prove thee
How truly we love thee
How dark without Mary
Life's journey would be

O Mary! we crown thee with blossoms today
Queen of the Angels, Queen of the May
O Mary! we crown thee with blossoms today
Queen of the Angels, Queen of the May

O Virgin most tender
Our homage we render
Thy love and protection
Sweet Mother, to win
In danger defend us
In sorrow befriend us
And shield our hearts
From contagion and sin

O Mary! we crown thee with blossoms today
Queen of the Angels, Queen of the May
O Mary! we crown thee with blossoms today
Queen of the Angels, Queen of the May

Of Mothers the dearest
Oh, wilt thou be nearest
When life with temptation
Is darkly replete
Forsake us, O never
Our hearts be they ever
As Pure as the lilies
We lay at thy feet

O Mary! we crown thee with blossoms today
Queen of the Angels, Queen of the May
O Mary! we crown thee with blossoms today
Queen of the Angels, Queen of the May

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Alternative Version:



Bring flow'rs of the fairest, bring flow'rs of the rarest
From garden and woodland and hillside and vale
Our full hearts are swelling, our glad voices telling
The praise of the loveliest Rose of the vale.

O Mary! we crown thee with blossoms today
Queen of the Angels, Queen of the May
O Mary we crown thee with blossoms today
Queen of the Angels, Queen of the May

The sun is shining brightly
The trees are clothed with green
The beauteous bloom of flowers
On ev'ry side is seen
And all the world is gay
For 'tis the month of Mary
The lovely month of May

There's music in the heavens
For birds are singing there
And nature's songs and praises
Are sounding through the air
With joy we'll sing today
For 'tis the month of Mary
The lovely month of May

And when night closes o'er us
And twinkling stars appear
The chaste moon calmly reigneth
In skies so bright and clear
In heaven far away
There reigns o'er saints and angels
Our lovely Queen of May

Hail! Virgin, dearest Mary
Our lovely Queen of May
All spotless blessed Lady
Accept our gladsome lay
Thy children humbly bending
Around thy shrine so fair;
With heart and voice ascending
Sweet Mary, hear our pray'r

Hail! Mary, sunclad Virgin
Our smiling Queen of May
All sinless, star-crowned Lady
Accept our tuneful lay
We've gathered fresh bright flowers
To wreath our fair queen's brow
From gay and verdant bowers
We haste to crown thee now

Queen of the Angels
Queen of the May

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Weihnachtsnaach
(Adapted from: Fairytale Of New York - 1988)
(Dutch Version: Nieuwjaar In Brussel - 2003)
Composer(s): Shane MacGowan; Jem Finer; Wolfgang Niedecken
Performer(s): BAP & Nina Hagen - 1996



Et woor hillije Ohvend un do wohr en Hafenbar
en Hamburg - Altona un ne besoffne Ahl
fing leis zo singe ahn, e Leed uss Seemannsjahn
dat mir bekannt vüürkohm, irjendwann schon ens jehoot

Un ich hann ahn dich jedaach un ahn uns hillje Naach
wie lang ess dat jetz her, dat ich daach: Nur met der!
Frohe Weihnachte, ich drink op dich un mich
wat hammer Plän jehatt wie en Seifebloos jeplatz

Wir wandern aus nach Amerika, es wird wunderbar
ooch mit Jejenwind jeht det schon irjendwie klar
und du nahmst meine Hand un ooch mein Verstand
Manhattan, der Broadway, det janz weite Land

Du wohrs lang niemieh sibbzehn un och ich keine Frischling
die Band kräät kein Paus, Wahnsinn wie dat affjing
Als et Damenwahl hieß jab et irjendwie Stress
und en Stuhl kam jefloogen, denkt euch en Rest

Und der Polizeichor singt vom holden Knab im lockjen Haar
und die Domglock schläät, et woor die Weihnachtsnaach

Du Versager ! Du Flittchen, du verloddert klei Nüttche!
Du erbärmlicher Schiffschaukelbremser, halts Maul!
Wat heiß he Kniesbüggel?.. du fussije Knüsel!!
Frohe Weihnacht, du Penner, du stinkje Wildsau

Und der Polizeichor singt vom holden Knab im lockjen Haar
und die Domglock schläät, et woor die Weihnachtsnaach

Dat du mich met heimnohms, unger dä Weihnachtsbaum
dat war wohl nur en Traum, der dann abhanden kam
Doch ich weiß noch jed Sekund bess dä Kääl vüür mir stund
hab seit der Weihnachtsnacht noch oft an dich jedacht

Und der Polizeichor singt vom holden Knab im lockjen Haar
und die Domglock schläät, et woor die Weihnachtsnaach

Queen Of The Night
Composer(s): Leahy
Performer(s): Maggie Bell



I am a woman
And I had my freedom
I was the universe in your eyes
I was the sunset and surprise
Would you love me? Love me.
I know you send your regards
To the Queen of the Night

She twisted your hair
Held it with love at night
The flow from her sweet tongue
How could you let it fool you to thinking
You're winning
Life is but so in pain
I know you send your regards
To the Queen of the Night

I am a woman
And I had my freedom
And I was the universe
And I was the sunset and surprise
And would you love me?
I know you send your regards
To the Queen of the Night

Oh, regards to the Queen of the Night
(She's the Queen of the Night)
Yes, I'm a sweet lovin' woman
(She's the Queen of the Night)
Oh, yeah, give me some lovin'
(She's the Queen of the Night)
I'm a sweet lovin' woman
(She's the Queen of the Night)
Oh, yeah I need some lovin'
(She's the Queen of the Night)
Sweet lovin' woman
(She's the Queen of the Night)

Nieuwjaar In Brussel
(Adapted from: Fairytale Of New York - 1988)
(German Version: Weihnachtsnaach - 1996)
Composer(s): Shane MacGowan; Jem Finer; Kris De Bruyne
Performer(s): Kris De Bruyne & Danny Caen - 2003



(Hij) Het was kerstavond schat, in de gevangenis
mijn makker zei tegen mij: dit is mijn laatste dag
zong toen een lied voor mij
Hij zong: "ne me quitte pas"
maar ik draaide mijn rug naar hem en droomde van jou
Ik droom geluk voor jou, ik droom geluk voor ons
misschien dat volgend jaar voor ons toch nog prachtig wordt
zo, zalig kerstfeest, gelukkig nieuwjaar
ik zing al mijn verdriet voor jou, ik droom jou bij mij

(Zij) De stad is zo groot met rivieren van goud
en de ijskoude wind snijdt door merg en been
en toen nam je mijn hand in de Beenhouwersstraat
en we dansten en kusten de hele nacht lang
(Samen) En in het parochiehuis zong het politiekoor zo mooi
en de klokken luidden luid rond middernacht

(Zij) Gij zij ne zatlap, nen dief en ne rotzak
nen dikke lul, zalig kerstfeest, mijn gat
(Hij) Gij zijden slet, niks waard in bed
stomme trut, gelukkig nieuwjaar, mijn gat
(Samen) En in het parochiehuis zong het politiekoor zo mooi
en de klokken luidden luid rond middernacht

(Hij) Ik hield zo veel van jou (Zij) Ik hield zo veel van jou
(Hij) Jij stal al mijn dromen weg, op die kerstavond
(Zij) Maar ik bewaar ze nog (Samen) Ik voeg er de mijne bij
(Zij) Laat me nu niet alleen, blijf dromen van mij

(Samen) Zalig Kerstfeest, Gelukkig Nieuwjaar
ik doe een moord voor jou, mijn allerliefste

Queen Of The Night
Composer(s): Babyface; Whitney Houston;
Langdon Reid; Daryl Simmons
Performer(s): Whitney Houston



Chorus:
I've got the stuff that you want
I've got the thing that you need
I've got more than enough
To make you drop to your knees
cause I'm the queen of the night
The queen of the night
Oh yeah,
(Oh yeah, oh yeah / just say it, say it, say
'cause I'm the queen of the night
The queen of the night, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah)

Don't make no difference
If I'm wrong or I'm right
I've got the feeling
And I'm willing tonight
Well, I ain't nobody's angel
What can I say?
Well, I'm just that way

(Chorus)

You got a problem
With the way that I am?
They say I'm trouble and I don't give a damn
But when I'm bad
I know I'm better
I just wanna get loose
And turn it up for you

(Chorus)

(Guitar solo)

(Chorus)

I am the queen of the night, the queen of the night, oh yeah
'Cause I'm the queen of the night, the queen of the night, oh yeah

Shake Some Action
Composer(s): Cyril Jordan; David Wright
First release by: The Flamin' Groovies - 1976
Covered by multiple other artists



I will find a way
To get to you some day
Oh, but I, babe, I'm so afraid I'll fall, yeah
Now can't you hear me call?

Shake some action's what I need
To let me bust out at full speed
I'm sure that's all you need
To make it all right

It's taken me so long
To get where I belong
Oh, but, oh, please don't send me back that way, yeah
For I will make you pay

(refrain)

If you don't dig what I say
Then I will go away
And I won't come back this again 
No
'Cause I don't need a friend

(refrain)

Queen Of The Silver Dollar
Composer(s): Shel Silverstein
Performer(s): Emmylou Harris;
and various other artists



She arrives in all her splendor
Each night at nine o'clock
Her chariot is the crosstown bus
That stops right down the block
Now the old piano minstrel plays her tune as she walks in
And the Queen of the Silver Dollar's home again

She's the Queen of the Silver Dollar
She rules this smokey kingdom
Scepter is a wine glass and a bar stool is her throne
Now the jesters flock around her tryin' to win her favors
To see which one will take the
Queen of the Silver Dollar home

Now her royal dress is satin
It's shabby and it's torn
The royal jewels are rhinestones
The shoes are scuffed and worn
Of the many roads she's been down
And the places that she's seen
Well they all look at her and say God save the queen

Now the Queen of the Silver Dollar
Is not as haughty as she seems
She was once an ordinary girl with ordinary dreams
But there's a man who found her
And he brought her to this world
He's the one who made a queen of a simple country girl

Yes I'm the Queen of the Silver Dollar
I rule this smokey kingdom
Scepter is a wine glass and a bar stool is my throne
Now the jesters flock around me tryin' to win my favors
To see which one will take the
Queen of the Silver Dollar home

Yes I'm the Queen of the Silver Dollar

I rule this smokey kingdom
Scepter is a wine glass and a bar stool is my throne
Now the jesters flock around me tryin' to win my favors
To see which one will take the
Queen of the Silver Dollar home

Shake Me, Wake Me (When It's Over)
(French Version: Réveille-Moi - 1971)
Composer(s): Brian Holland; Lamont Dozier; Eddie Holland
First release by: The Four Tops - 1966
Covered by multiple other artists



All through this long 
And sleepless night 
I hear my neighbors talkin' 
(She don't love you) 
Sayin' that out of my life 
Into another's arms 
You'll soon be walkin' 

Somebody shake me
Wake me 
When it's over 
(When it's over) 
Somebody tell me 
That I'm dreamin' 
And wake me when it's over 
(When it's over) 

They say our love ain't what it used to be 
And everyone knows but me 
I close my ears, not wanting to hear
But the words are loud and clear 

Through these walls so thin 
I hear my neighbors when 
They say 
(She don't love you, 
She don't love you) 
They say my heart's in danger 
'Cause you're leavin' me 
For the love of a stranger 

Somebody shake me, c'mon 
Wake me, somebody 
When it's over 
(When it's over) 
And tell me 
That I'm dreamin' 
And wake me when it's over 
(When it's over) 

Girl, you're what the heart desires 
My whole world you've inspired 
I can't bear to be losing you 
'Cause I've loved you my whole life through 

Restlessly (Shake me) 
I pace the floor (Wake me) 
Listenin' to my name 
While it's criticized 
What a fool I am 
Not to realize 
You don't want me by your side 

As the tears creep down my face 
I can't believe I've been replaced 
If I've ever, ever dreamed before
Somebody tell me I'm dreaming now 

And then shake me
Wake me, somebody 
When it's over 
(When it's over) 
Somebody tell me 
Tell me that I'm dreamin' 
And wake me when it's over 
(When it's over) 
Come on and shake me
Wake me, somebody 
When it's over 
(When it's over) ...

Queen Of The Slipstream
Composer(s): Van Morrison
Performer(s): Van Morrison; Da Capo Players; 
Son Seals; Stars at Studio 99; Kevin Welch & The Danes



You're the Queen of the slipstream
With eyes that shine
You have crossed many waters to be here
You have drank of the fountain of innocence
And experienced the long cold wintry years

There's a dream where the contents are visible
Where the poetic champions compose
Will you breathe not a word of this secrecy, and
Will you still be my special rose?

Goin' away far across the sea
But I'll be back for you
Tell you everything I know
Baby everything is true

Will the blush still remain
On your cheeks my love
In the light always seen
In your head?
Gold and sliver they placed
At your feet my dear
But I know you chose me instead

Goin' away far across the sea
But I'll be back for you
Tell you everything I know
Baby everything is true

You're the Queen of the slipstream
I love you so
You have crossed many waters to be here
And you drink at the fountains of innocence
An experience you know very well

Shake It Up
Composer(s): Ric Ocasek
Performer(s): The Cars



Dance all night play all day
Don't let nothing get in the way
Dance all night keep the beat
Don't you worry 'bout two left feet
Just shake it up
Dance all night get real loose
You don't need no bad excuse
Dance all night with anyone
Don't let nobody pick your fun
Just shake it up
Dance all night go go go
Dance all night get real low
Go all night get real hot
Shake it up with all you've got
Dance all night whirl your hair
Make the night cats stop and stare
Dance all night go to work
Do the move with quirky jerk
Just shake it up

Queixa
Composer(s): Caetano Veloso
Performer(s): Caetano Veloso; Trio Fattoruso



Um amor assim delicado
Você pega e despreza
Não o devia ter despertado
Ajoelha e não reza
Dessa coisa que mete medo
Pela sua grandeza
Não sou o único culpado
Disso eu tenho certeza
Princesa
Surpresa
Você me arrasou
Nem sente que me envenenou
Senhora e agora
Me diga aonde eu vou
Senhora
Serpente
Princesa

Um amor assim violento
Quando torna-se mágoa
É o avesso de um sentimento
Oceano sem água
Ondas: desejos de vingança
Nessa desnatureza
Batem forte sem esperança
Contra a tua dureza
Princesa
Surpresa
Você me arrasou
Serpente
Nem sente que me envenenou
Senhora e agora
Me diga aonde eu vou
Senhora
Serpente
Princesa

Um amor assim delicado
Nenhum homem daria
Talvez tenha sido o pecado
Apostar na alegria
Você pensa que eu tenho tudo
E vazio me deixa
Mas Deus não quer que eu fique mudo
E eu te grito esta queixa
Princesa
Surpresa
Você me arrasou
Serpente
Nem sente que me envenenou
Senhora e agora
Me diga aonde eu vou
Amiga
Me diga

Shake It Up
Composer(s): Brian Howe; Terry Thomas
Performer(s): Bad Company



I'm so blind, ooh I just can't see, what kind of love you expect from me
Let me know, you gotta sort this out
Come on babe, I've had enough of this doubt

I thought I knew what you wanted, just goes to show I was wrong
I'm twice the man that ya, you think I am, this time I'm gonna be strong, yeah

Shake it up - ooh yeah, put the world to right
Shake it up - this gotta be, babe, that's alright
Shake it up - yeah baby, you ran out of luck
Shake it up - yeah yeah yeah

Whoo, you don't know, ooh what you've done for me
You built me up, baby, can't you see
Don't seem right that after all this time
I found out you're no friend of mine

You knew that sooner or later, you knew it deep in your heart
All the troubles that ya, you gave to me, babe
Were gonna tear us, tear us apart

Shake it up - ooh yeah, put the world to right
Shake it up - this gotta be, babe, that's alright
Shake it up - yeah baby, you ran out of luck
Shake it up - yeah yeah yeah

You had me searchin' for answers, you had me livin' from day to day
I guess you ran out of chances, whoo babe, there was no other way

I thought I knew what you wanted, just goes to show I was wrong
I'm twice the man that ya, you think I am, this time I'm gonna be strong, yeah

Shake it up - ooh yeah, put the world to right
Shake it up - this gotta be, babe, that's alright
Shake it up - yeah baby, you ran out of luck
Shake it up - yeah yeah yeah

Quel Che Non Si Fa Più
((Adapted from: Les Plaisirs Démodés (by Charles Aznavour) - 1962))
Composer(s): Georges Garvarentz - Charles Aznavour - Giorgio Calabrese
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour - 1972
Versions In Other Languages:
1972 - The Old Fashioned Way (by Charles Aznavour)
2003 - Dans Zoals Toen (by Jo Vally)



Quio, nell'oscurità e il chiasso familiare
Del posto più alla moda di tutta la citàà
Noi rimaniamo qui per ore ad ascoltare
Nuovi dischi pop, più forte che si può
Io ti ho incontrata qui dov'eri un personaggio
In mezzo a tutti quelli della nostra età
E torno qui con te come in pellegrinaggio
E ballo insieme a te, tra il sogno e la realtà
Vieni e riscopri con me
Quel che non si fa più
Stai guancia a guancia
E cuore a cuore sì
E stringi più che puoi
Le braccia intorno a me
Stai qui, contro di me
Stai qui vicino a me
Dai, vieni più vicino
Lasciati andare
È bello stare guancia a guancia, no?
Pensare che ballare così
Mi sembrava una cosa da vecchi
Ti dirò, forse non avevano mica torto
Le mode cambiano, l'amore no
C'è tanta gente, lo so
Ma chi la vede più
Facciamo conto che
Il mondo siamo noi
Almeno fino a che
La notte finirà
Stai qui contro di me
Stai qui vicino a me
Star stretti come noi sembra una cosa nuova
Qui, persi tra la folla delle coppie in trance
Che sembran ricordar riti primitivi
Rimasti quali tali migliaia d'anni fa
C'è gente intorno a noi che sta ballando insieme
In questa oscurità che dà ragione a me
Vieni e riscopri con me
Vieni più vicino
Lascia perdere gli altri
È bello star così, no?
Guancia a guancia
Ti ricordi? Avevo l'impressione
Che ballare così a questo modo
Fosse una cosa da vecchi
Ti dirò, forse non avevano mica torto

Onderweg Naar Kerstmis
((Dutch Version: Onderweg Naar Kerstmis (Wim De Craene) - 1989))
Composer(s): Chris Rea
First release by: Chris Rea - 1988



Ik rij naar huis, naar kerstmis
Want hier bleef ik veel te lang
Wie zegt dat ik hier een beurt mis
Ach ik ga mijn eigen gang
En al lijkt het niets
Toch is het lang geleden
En 'k zing dit lied
Ik kom eraan gereden
In mijn kleine kar
Flink op weg naar kerstmis
Het kan wel even duren
Maar ik kom eraan
Keurig in een jasje
Ken ik mezelf bijna niet meer
Netjes met een dasje
En van kop tot teen een heer
Ja dan mag dit lied
Me graag naar huis toe rijden
Al hoor je 't niet
En klinkt het zeer bescheiden
In men ouwe monster
Ik ben op weg naar kerstmis
Daar waar men wieg stond jongens
En de dingen die ik mis
En de kerel in de wagen naast me
Lijkt hij mij
Of lijk ik hem

Quello Che Si Dice
((Adapted from: Comme Ils Disent (Charles Aznavour) - 1972))
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour - Giorgio Calabrese
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour - 1972

Versions In Other Languages:
1972 - What Makes A Man (Charles Aznavour)
1972 - Wie Sie Sagen (Charles Aznavour)
1996 - Como Dicen (Charles Aznavour)



Io vivo solo con mamma'
In una vecchia proprieta' via paganini
Con una gatta in liberta'
La tartaruga senza eta' e i canarini
Perche' mamma riposi un po'
Ci penso io, visto che so' a cucinare
Mettere in ordine, pulire
Fare la spesa e perche' no, anche a cucire
Paura a lavorare mai!
Io sono un po'decoratore e un po' stilista
Pero' e' la notte dove so',
Che io do tutto quel che ho', sono un artista
Eseguo un numero speciale
Che chiudo col nudo integrale, che mi si addice
E nella sala vedo che, i maschi dicono di me
"E' un uomo o quello che si dice"...

A cena poi verso le tre
Ho tanti amici intorno a me, di tutti i sessi
C'e' un aria di cordialita'
Un assoluta liberta' senza complessi
Scoprendo delle verita'
Sul conto di chi non ci va' lo lapidiamo
Con umorismo sempre, ma
Con raffinata crudelta' lo distruggiamo
C'e' qualche ritardato che
Crede di scimmiottare me, con l'ancheggiare
Povera gente che non sa'
Quanto ridicola si fa' da compatire..
Gente che ride piu' che puo'
Parla con gesti da tenore e grande attrice
Io, lazzi e frizzi lascio che passino alti su di me
"Un uomo o quello che si dice"...

E quando all'alba rientrero'
A casa mia ritrovero' la mia tristezza
Parrucca e ciglia togliero'
Ma i segni non cancellero' della stanchezza
Mi stendo ma non dormo mai
Penso ai miei amori derisori e senza gioia
A lui che so' soltanto io
E infiamma bello come un dio i miei pensieri
Parlargli, io, non osero'
So che non gli rivelero' la mia condanna
Se il meglio della verde eta'
In letti anonimi lo da ad una donna
Pero' non mi guardate mai
Con aria di severita' giudicatrice
Che colpa posso avere se
Madre natura fa di me
"Un uomo o quello che si dice"...

Shake It Baby
Composer(s): John Lee Hooker
Performer(s): John Lee Hooker



Shake it Baby
Shake it Baby
Shake it Baby
Show me
Show me
C'mon Gal
Shake it right now

W-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-h Yeah!
Shake it Baby
Shake it Baby
Shake that thing

Me an' you
Me an' you
Nobody else would do
Nobody else but you
Shake it Baby
Shake it Baby
Shake it Baby
One time
One time for me
Now rock!

Ha-ha-ha
Shake that thing, Baby
One time for your Daddy
I love ya
You're cookin' when you jive
Honey, you're workin'
You've got the pots on
And the gas workin' high

One time for me
One time for me
One time for me
Shake Baby
Shake it Baby
Shake it Baby
Shake it Baby
Shake that thing
Shake that thing
Shake that thing
Shake that thing
One time, Baby
One time
One time
One time
One time
One more time
One more
An' one more
An' one more
One more time
One more time
One more time
One more time
One more time
One more time
Just one more time
And, uh, one more time
Once again
One time
And one more time
And one more time
And one more time
One more time, Baby
Shake it Baby
One more time
For me
For me
For me
For me
For me
For me

Quel Souvenir Papa
Composer(s): Michel Delpech;
J.M. Rivat; R. Walt Vincent
Performer(s): Michel Delpech



Tu étais dans les FFI
Et quand les Allemands t'ont pris
Tu venais de faire ce jour là
Sauter la gare de triage

Quand elle a su que tu partais
Dans un camp de prisonniers
J'en connais une qui ce jour-là
A du beaucoup pleurer pour toi
J'en connais une qui ce jour là

Quel souvenir papa
Quel souvenir tu as

Tu as fini par t'évader
Tu as trouvé l'amitié
Dans la maison d'un Alsacien
Qui t'a fait passer la frontière

Tu as fais la route à vélo
Tu as rejoint ton réseau
J'en connais une qui t'a caché
En attendant la fin de la guerre

Quel souvenir papa
Quel souvenir tu as

Tu as connu des privations
Mais avec tes compagnons
Tu tirais bien de temps en temps
Un lièvre dans la campagne

Le jour de la libération
Tu as repris ton vrai nom
J'en connais une qui ce jour-là
A du beaucoup pleurer de joie

Quel souvenir papa
Quel souvenir tu as
Quel souvenir papa
Quel souvenir tu as

Les Douze Jours De Noël
(Adapted from: The Twelve Days Of Christmas)
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Henri Dès



Le premier jour de Noël
J'ai reçu de mon ami
Un moineau tout en haut du pommier

Le deuxième jour de Noël
J'ai reçu de mon ami
Deux caramels
Et un moineau tout en haut du pommier

Le troisième jour de Noël
J'ai reçu de mon ami
Trois petites poules
Deux caramels
Et un moineau tout en haut du pommier

L'quatrième jour de Noël
J'ai reçu de mon ami
Quatre pissenlits
Trois petites poules
Deux caramels
Et un moineau tout en haut du pommier

Le cinquième jour de Noël
J'ai reçu de mon ami
Cinq gros poussins
Quatre pissenlits
Trois p'tites poules
Deux caramels
Et un moineau tout en haut du pommier

Le sixième jour de Noël
J'ai reçu de mon ami
Six poésies
Etc...
Et un moineau tout en haut du pommier
Le septième jour de Noël
J'ai reçu de mon ami
Sept pincettes
Etc...
Et un moineau tout en haut du pommier

Le huitième jour de Noël
J'ai reçu de mon ami
Huit parapluies
Etc...
Et un moineau tout en haut du pommier

Le neuvième jour de Noël
J'ai reçu de mon ami
Neuf bonnets neufs
Etc...
Et un moineau tout en haut du pommier

Qu'Elle Est Belle
Composer(s): Pierre Delanoë;
Richard Ahlert; E. Snyder
Performer(s): Mireille Mathieu



Je vois que s'ouvrent les portes
De la petite chapelle
Maintenant voici qu'ils sortent
Eblouis de soleil

Qu'elle est belle, qu'elle est belle
Dans sa robe de mariée
J'aurais tant voulu porter la même
Qu'elle est belle, qu'elle est belle
Rayonnante de bonheur
Souriant à ce garçon que j'aime

Je m'en vais la mort dans l'âme
Mais bientôt je m'aperçois
Que le vent sèche mes larmes
Mon chagrin passera
Qu'elle est belle, qu'elle est belle
Mais je dois les oublier
Quand j'aurai vraiment trouvé l'amour
On dira de moi un jour
Qu'elle est belle!