Marianne
Composer(s): G. Bigazzi; Sergio Endrigo
First performance by: Sergio Endrigo - 1968



Marianne
Mi fai felice per un attimo
Poi non vivo più
Marianne

Che cos'è
Questa gran voglia che hai di correre?
Non ti fermi mai
Qui con me

Dove vai? Da dove vieni amore?
Dove vai? Rimani ancora accanto a me
Se per sognare vendi i sogni tuoi
Forse è disperata la tua gioventù

Marianne
Tu ami i fiori e non ti accorgi mai
Che io amo te
Marianne

Marianne
Dove vai? Da dove vieni amore?
Dove vai? Rimani ancora accanto a me
Se per sognare vendi i sogni tuoi
Forse è disperata la tua gioventù

Marianne
Tu ami i fiori e non ti accorgi mai
Che io amo te
Marianne
Marianne
Marianne

Phenomenal Cat
Composer(s): Ray Davies
Performer(s): The Kinks



A long, long time ago
In the land of idiot boys
There lived a cat, a phenomenal cat
Who loved to wallow all day

No one bothered him 
As he sat, content in his tree. 
He just lived to eat 'cause it kept him fat
And that's how he wanted to stay

Though he was big and fat
All the world was good to him,
And he pointed out on the map 
All the places he had been
Kathmandu, The Scilley Isles and Sahara, too 

Fum, fum, diddle-um di 
La la la la, la-la la la 
La la la la, la-la la la la 
La la la la-la la la 

Once when he was thin 
He had flown to old Hong Kong
And had learned the secret of life
And the sea and the sky beyond
So he gave up his diet and sat in a tree
And ate himself through eternity

Fum, fum, diddle-um di 
La la la la la-la la la 
La la la la, la-la la la la 
La la la la-la la la 
Fum, fum, diddle-um di 
Fum, fum, diddle-um di

Sir Patrick Spens
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Ewan MacColl - 1951
and multiple other artists



The King sits in Dunfirmline town, drinking of the blood-red wine
"Where can I get a steely skipper to sail this might boat of mine?"

Then up there spoke a bonny boy, sitting at the King's right knee
"Sir Patrick Spens is the very best seaman that ever sailed upon the sea"

The King has written a broad letter and sealed it up with his own right hand
Sending word unto Sir Patrick to come to him at his command

"An enemy then this must be who told the lie concerning me
For I was never a very good seaman, nor ever do intend to be"

"Last night I saw the new moon clear with the new moon in her hair
And that is a sign since we were born that means there'll be a deadly storm"

They had not sailed upon the deep a day, a day but barely free
When loud and boisterous blew the winds and loud and noisy blew the sea

Then up there came a mermaiden, a comb and glass all in her hand
"Here's to you my merry young men for you'll not see dry land again"

"Long may my lady stand with a lantern in her hand
Before she sees my bonny ship come sailing homeward to dry land"

Forty miles off Aberdeen, the waters fifty fathoms deep
There lies good Sir Patrick Spens with the Scots lords at his feet

Phantom Writer
Composer(s): Gary Wright
Performer(s): Gary Wright



I'm not trying to fool you
I'm just trying to explain
How my love for you is more than mystifyin'
Oh baby, my love is blind

In the light, it smiles from your face
I feel the space where love is inside
The light, it smiles from your face
Melts my mind away

Once I thought I loved you
While I really was trying to find
A way of touching my own reality
Oh baby, I'm still trying

In the light, it smiles from your face
I feel the space where love is inside
The light, it smiles from your face
Melts my mind away
Hey, hey, hey

Let me learn to know you
Can you show me a sign tonight
I do believe I need to be near you now
Oh baby, love shines

In the light, it smiles from your face
I feel the space where love is inside
The light, it smiles from your face
Melts my mind away

The light, it smiles from your face
Fix me the space where love is inside
The light, it smiles from your face
Melts my mind away

La Source
Composer(s): Guy Bonnet; Henri Djian; Daniel Faure
First performance by: Isabelle Aubret - 1968



Elle chante au milieu du bois
La source et je me demande
S'il faut croire à cette légende
D'une fille qu'on y trouva

Elle était blonde, elle était douce
Elle aimait à se reposer
Dans le bois, couchée sur la mousse
Ecoutant les oiseaux chanter
Un jour qu'elle allait à la ville
Par le bois où elle passait
Elle vit soudain, immobiles
Trois hommes qui la regardaient
Trois hommes qui la regardaient

Elle chante au milieu du bois
La source, et je me demande
S'il faut croire à cette légende
D'une fille qu'on y trouva

Ils étaient là, trois, à l'attendre
Trois hommes-loups, cette brebis
Elle avait la chair bien trop tendre
Ils avaient bien trop d'appétit
Elle ne savait pas défendre
Le souffle léger de sa vie
Elle tomba sur l'herbe tendre
Comme un oiseau tombe du nid
Comme un oiseau tombe du nid

Elle chante au milieu du bois
La source, et je me demande
S'il faut croire à cette légende
D'une fille qu'on y trouva

Quand on l'a soulevée de terre
Comme une grande fleur coupée
Sa robe blanche et la lumière
On aurait dit une mariée
Quand on l'a soulevée de terre
On aurait dit comme un grand lys
Entre les feuilles, entre les pierres
Une claire source a jailli
Une claire source a jailli

Elle chante au milieu du bois
La source, et je me demande
S'il faut croire à cette légende
D'une fille qu'on y trouva

S'il faut croire à cette légende
D'une fille qu'on y trouva

Phantom Of The Opera
Composer(s): Andrew Lloyd Webber;
Charles Hart; Richard Stillgoe
Performer(s): Sarah Brightman;
and various other artists



Christine:
In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came....
that voice which calls to me and speaks my name...
And do I dream again? For now I find
the Phantom of the Opera is there - inside my mind...

Phantom:
Sing once again with me our strange duet...
My power over you grows stronger yet...
And though you turn from me,to glance behind,
the Phantom of the Opera is there - inside your mind...

Christine:
Those who have seen your face
draw back in fear...
I am the mask you wear...

Phantom:
It's me they hear...

Both:
You're/my spirit and you're/my voice, in one combined:
the Phantom of the Opera is there - inside your/my mind...

Chorus:
He's there,the Phantom of the Opera...
Beware the Phantom of the Opera...

Phantom: 
In all your fantasies
you always knew
that man and mystery...

Christine:
...were both in you...

Both:
And in this labyrinth
where night is blind
the Phantom of the Opera is there/here 
inside your/my mind...

Phantom:
Sing my Angel of Music! 
He's there
The Phantom of the Opera....

Sir Joseph
Performer(s): Gilbert & Sullivan



When I was a lad I served a term
As office boy to an Attorney's firm
I cleaned the windows and I swept the floor
And I polished up the handle of the big front door
I polished up that handle so carefullee
That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!

He polished, ...

As office boy I made such a mark
That they gave me the post of a junior clerk
I served the writs with a smile so bland
And I copied all the letters in a big round hand
I copied all the letters in a hand so free
That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!

He copied, ...

In serving writs I made such a name
That an articled clerk I soon became
I wore clean collars and a brand-new suit
For the pass examination at the Institute
And that pass examination did so well for me
That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!

And that pass examination, ...

Of legal knowledge I acquired such a grip
That they took me into the partnership
And that junior partnership, I ween
Was the only ship that I ever had seen
But that kind of ship so suited me
That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!

But that kind, ...

I grew so rich that I was sent
By a pocket borough into Parliament
I always voted at my party's call
And I never thought of thinking for myself at all
I thought so little, they rewarded me
By making me the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!

He thought so little, ...

Now landsmen all, whoever you may be
If you want to rise to the top of the tree
If your soul isn't fettered to an office stool
Be careful to be guided by this golden rule
Stick close to your desks and never go to sea
And you all may be rulers of the Queen's Navee!

Stick close, ...

Big Joe ... And Phantom 309
Composer(s): Tommy Faile
First release by: Red Sovine - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists



I was out on the West Coast, tryin' to make a buck
And things didn't work out, I was down on my luck
Got tired a-roamin' and bummin' around
So I started thumbin' back East, toward my home town

Made a lot of miles, the first two days
And I figured I'd be home in week, if my luck held out this way
But, the third night I got stranded, way out of town
At a cold, lonely crossroads, rain was pourin' down

I was hungry and freezin', done caught a chill
When the lights of a big semi topped the hill
Lord, I sure was glad to hear them air brakes come on
And I climbed in that cab, where I knew it'd be warm

At the wheel sit a big man, he weighed about two-ten
He stuck out his hand and said with a grin
Big Joe's the name, I told him mine
And he said: The name of my rig is Phantom 309

I asked him why he called his rig such a name
He said: Son, this old Mack can put 'em all to shame
There ain't a driver, or a rig, a-runnin' any line
that seen nothin' but taillights from Phantom 309

Well, we rode and talked the better part of the night
When the lights of a truck stop came in sight
He said: I'm sorry son, this is as far as you go
'Cause, I gotta make a turn, just on up the road

Well, he tossed me a dime as he pulled her in low
And said: Have yourself a cup on old Big Joe
When Joe and his rig roared out in the night
In nothin' flat, he was clean out of sight

Well, I went inside and ordered me a cup
Told the waiter Big Joe was settin' me up
Aw!, you coulda heard a pin drop, it got deathly quiet
And the waiter's face turned kinda white

Well, did I say something wrong? I said with a halfway grin
He said: Naw, this happens every now and then
Ever' driver in here knows Big Joe
But son, let me tell you what happened about ten years ago

At the crossroads tonight, where you flagged him down
There was a bus load of kids, a comin' from town
And they were right in the middle, when Big Joe topped the hill
It could have been slaughter, but he turned his wheels

Well, Joe lost control, went into a skid
And gave his life to save that bunch-a kids
And there at that crossroads, was the end of the line
For Big Joe and phantom 309

But, every now and then, some hiker'll come by
And like you, Big Joe'll give 'em a ride
Here, have another cup and forget about the dime
Keep it as a souvenir, from Big Joe and Phantom 309!

Kun Kello Käy
First performance by: Kristina Hautala - 1968



Ei enempää, ei vähempää
kun lähempää sun nähdä vain saan

Vain olla tässä anna mun
luokses kerran kun jäin
niin tahdon nyt näin
Mutt' silti vain on pelkonain

Kun kello käy
taas liian paljon se lyö
on kohta päättynyt yö
taas alkaa arkinen työ
Kun kello käy
niin kohta nähdä saan sen
sua löydä viereltäin en
oi miksi aika näin kiiruhtaa

Ei enempää, ei vähempää
kun lähempää sun nähdä vain saan

Vain olla tässä anna mun
luokses kerran kun jäin
niin tahdon nyt näin
Mutt' silti vain on pelkonain

Kun kello käy
ja aamun kalpean tois
ei tähdet hehkuaan lois
käyt niiden kanssa sä pois
Kun kello käy
niin myötä vanhenen sen
jää aika rakkauden
oi miksei kellot voi seisahtaa

Vain olla tässä anna mun
luokses kerran kun jäin
niin tahdon nyt näin
Mutt' silti vain on pelkonain

Kun kello käy
taas liian paljon se lyö
on kohta päättynyt yö
taas alkaa arkinen työ
Kun kello käy
niin myötä vanhenen sen
jää aika rakkauden
oi miksei kellot voi
seisahtaa 

Pfft You Were Gone
Composer(s): Buck Owens
Performer(s): Buck Owens;
Archie Campbell; Hee Haw



Down here on the farm the weather gets messy
Laying around with nothin' to do
When you went away, you took my cow Bessie
I miss her darling, more than I miss you

You took off your leg, your wig and your eye glass
And you should've seen the look on my face
I wanted to kiss, I wanted to hug you
But you were scattered all over the place

Chorus:
Where, where, are you tonight?
Why did you leave me here all alone?
I searched the world over
And thought I found true love
You met another and
Phht! you were gone

I know that you loved me, here's my way of knowing
The proofs hanging out right there on the line
When I see the snow and feel the wind blowing
Your nighties hugging them long johns of mine

The noises you made at our supper table
Your habits, my dear, were surely absurd
But how many times do I have to tell you
Soup is a dish to be seen and not heard

Chorus:
Where, oh where, are you tonight?
Why did you leave me here all alone?
I searched the world over
And thought I found true love
You met another and
Phht! you were gone

Remember you phoned me a-sobbin' and cryin'
The dog bit your maw, and drug her around
You said she looked pale and thought she was dying
I said "Don't worry, I'll buy a new hound"

I had six kids and you had eleven
And we had a boy, and they grew like flowers
I wish you'd come back, without you ain't heaven
'Cause your kids and my kids are beatin' up ours

Chorus:
Where, oh where, are you tonight?
Why did you leave me here all alone?
I searched the world over
And thought I found true love
You met another and
Phht! you were gone

I searched the world over
And thought I found true love
You met another and
Phht! you were gone...

Sir Godfrey
Composer(s): J. Mareuil; G. Liferman
Performer(s): Yves Montand



Sir Godfrey est l'homme de Londres
C'est l'intime des gens du monde
Son parfait humour fait les beaux jours
De l'empire britannique
Il est snob à plus d'un titre
À son ch'val il donne des huîtres
Et fuit avec horreur toutes les jeunes filles en fleur

Cet homme un peu à part
Passe des heures au billard
Sans le moindre petit accroc
À chaque week-end il part
Pour la chasse aux canards
Ou le golf de casino
C'est le genre vieux garçon
Il tond son gazon
Par petits morceaux
À coups d'ciseaux
Il tomb'ra sur un ostrogot d'une grande famille
Qui voudra caser sa fille
Alors tout s'ra parfait pour ce cher Sir Godfrey

Mais on ne sait guère que cet homme exemplaire
En réalité s'appelle Smith
Et que depuis toujours chez Smith on est gangster
De père en fils
Attaques à main armée, hold-up en tous genres
Vieille renommée, maison de confiance
Eté comme hiver
Aujourd'hui comme hier
On est fils d'Albion, on respecte la tradition

Le brouillard descend sur Londres
Dans la nuit se glisse une ombre
Celle de Sir Godfrey, le roi du requiem
Systématique le voici à l'heure du crime
"I beg your pardon sir...
Your money please... please 
Thank you sir"
Il traite toutes ses affaires dans les quartiers déserts

Oui mais si par hasard il entre dans un bar
Quelque part dans le Soho
Tous les mouvais garçons figés comme des glaçons
Ont soudain froid dans le dos
Sans dire un seul mot, il fait son boulot
Un trou dons la peau, un coup d'chopeou
À ceux qui manquent de policemen pour les défendre
Puis Godfrey va se faire pendre
Ailleurs et sans histoire disparaît dans l'brouillard

Trois heures qui sonnent, c'est le moment
Sir Godtrey frissonne, voici un autre client
- Ho... I beg your pardon sir. What time is it please?
- Three o'clock
- Three o'clock? oh, thank you sir, thank you
It's kind of you and... good night!

Pezzettini Di Bikini
((Adapted from: Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini (by Brian Hyland) - 1960))
Composer(s): Lee Pockriss - Paul Vance - Testoni
Performer(s): Dalida - 1960
Versions In Other Languages:
1960 - Itsi Bitsi, Petit Bikini (by Dalida)
1960 - Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Honolulu-Strand-Bikini (by Caterina Valente)
1960 - En Mægtig Smart Men Meget Sart Bikini (by Dirch Passer)
1968 - Flower-Power-Kleid (by Wencke Myhre)



Dalla cabina uscir non voleva
Io le chiedevo piccina perchè
Non voglio uscire cosi ripondeva
Son troppi gli occhi che guardano me

Un, due, tre dicci sotto cosa c'è 

Portava un itsy bitsy tiny winy, tout petit, piccolo bikini
Che copriva da qui fino a qui
Un itsy bitsy tiny winy, tout petit, piccolo bikini
Lei non voleva mostrarsi cosi 

Un, due, tre dicci soito cosa c'è 

Si mise un lungo pudico pastrano
E finalmente avanzo verso il mar
Era un costume davvero un po strano
Gridavan tutti che bel palombar 

Un, due, tre ma dicci sotto cosa c'è

Portava un itsy bitsy tiny winy, tout petit, piccolo bikini
Che copriva da qui fino a qui
Un itsy bitsy tiny winy, tout petit, piccolo bikini
Lei non voleva mostrarsi cosi

Un, due, tre dicci setto cosa c'è 

Poi finalmente si spoglia e si getta
Ma tutti quanti la stanno a guardar
Non ha il coraggio di uscir poveretta
Non ha il coraggio di uscire dal mar

Un, due, tre ma dicci sotto cosa c'è

Portava un itsy bitsy tiny winy, tout petit, piccolo bikini
Che copriva da qui fino a qui
Un itsy bitsy tiny winy, tout petit, piccolo bikini
Lei non voleva mostrarsi cosi

Quel bikini a pezzettini 
Che fortuna le porto
Un regista la vide 
Per un film la scritturo

Det Börjar Verka Kärlek Banne Mej
First performance by: Claes-Göran Hederström - 1968



I förrgårs sa jag plötsligt nej till killarna
när dom skulle ha ett party
Sen satt jag en hel kväll å konverserade
med din mamma och var artig

Det börjar verka kärlek, banne mej
Sånt som man ser på bio, tänka sej
Jag är ej misstänksam men tanken sticker fram
men för all del - jag kan ha fel

I går kväll gick jag med dej på en snyftare
fast jag ville gå på pang-pang
Å sen satt jag å hörde på en stråkkvartett
jag som bara gillar dang-dang

Det börjar verka kärlek, banne mej
Sånt som man det står i böcker, tänka sej
Jag fattar ingenting, jag är väl lite ding
så för all del - jag kan ha fel

I morse sjöng jag när jag borsta' tänderna
och sen fick jag arbetsdille
Sen ringde jag till dej om inte nånting alls
bara för jag helt plötsligt ville

Det börjar verka kärlek, banne mej
Sånt där som händer andra, tänka sej
Det nästan pekar på att jag är kär och så
men för all del - jag kan ha fel

Det börjar verka kärlek, banne mej
Sånt där som händer andra, tänka sej
Det nästan pekar på att jag är kär och så
men för all del - jag kan ha fel

Jag kan ha fel 

Peut-Être
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour



Que restera t'il de ces jours
Où notre vie n'était qu'amour
Et que désir
Un souvenir
Peut-être
Pourras-tu de la même voix
Dire je t'aime en d'autres bras
Balayant tout
Ce qui fut nous
Peut-être

Peut-être
Je ne vis que pars des peut-être
Car sans toi il me faut l'admettre
Je ne sais plus
Si la vie vaut d'être vécu
Peut-être

Jamais ne m'avait effleuré
L'idée que devait se quitter
Étais-je en ça
Trop sûr de moi
Peut-être
A présent que je suis plaideur
Je fais le point de mes erreurs
Est-il trop tard
Pour un espoir
Peut-être

Peut-être
Je me bas contre des peut-être
Quand mon bonheur va disparaître
A tout jamais
Serai-je fort, Dieu seul le sait
Peut-être

Peut-être et pourtant
Je crois dans ma peine
Qu'il suffit d'un geste
Un mot, un baiser
Pour que tendrement
L'amour se reprenne
Et fasse le reste
En coeur brisés

On joue sa vie sur un instant
Réfléchis quand il en temps
Demain n'est fait
Que de regrets
Peut-être
Il suffirait de presque rien
Pour que nous changions le destin
Désorienté
Le coeur brisé
Peut-être

Peut-être
Qu'au bout d'un million de peur-être
Le bonheur en nous peut renaître
Même plus fort
Nous donnant plus d'amour encore
Peut-être

Sir Duke
Composer(s): Stevie Wonder
First release by: Stevie Wonder - 1976
Covered by multiple other artists



Music is a world within itself
With a language we all understand
With an equal opportunity
For all to sing, dance and clap their hands
But just because a record has a groove
Don't make it in the groove
But you can tell right away at letter A
When the people start to move

They can feel it all over
They can feel it all over people
They can feel it all over
They can feel it all over people

Music knows it is and always will
Be one of the things that life just won't quit
But here are some of music's pioneers
That time will not allow us to forget
For there's Basie, Miller, Satchmo
And the king of all Sir Duke
And with a voice like Ella's ringing out
There's no way the band can lose

You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people

You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people

You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people

You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
I can feel it all over-all over now people

Can't you feel it all over
Come on let's feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
Everybody-all over people

Petticoat Junction
Composer(s): Paul Henning; Curt Massey
Performer(s): Flatt & Scruggs;
and various other artists



Come ride the little train 
that is rolling down the tracks to the junction
(Petticoat Junction) 
Forget about your cares, it is time to relax at the junction
(Petticoat Junction) 
Lotsa curves, you bet. Even more when you get to the junction
Petticoat Junction

There's a little hotel called the Shady Rest at the junction
(Petticoat Junction) 
It is run by Kate, come and be her guest at the junction
(Petticoat Junction)
And that's Uncle Joe, he's a movin' kind of slow at the junction
(Petticoat Junction)

À Chacun Sa Chanson
Composer(s): Roland Valade - Jean-Claude Oliver
First performance by: Line & Willy - 1968



À chacun sa chanson, nous, on veut chanter l'amour
Tous les refrains qui sont notre histoire de tous les jours
Que ça pleure ou que ça rie importe peu
Ce qui compte, à mon avis, c'est d'être deux

Deux dans une chanson, deux qui jouent avec l'amour
Où l'un part sans raison et l'autre attend le retour

À chacun sa chanson, nous, on veut chanter l'amour
Des refrains sans façon, plein de sentiments autour
Je suis comme les amoureux de mes refrains
Que ça pleure ou rie comme eux, ça ne fait rien

L'important c'est d'aimer, tout donner, mais en retour
Vous vous reconnaîtrez au c?ur d'un refrain d'amour

La la la la la la la...
La la la la la la la la la la la...

À chacun sa chanson, nous, on veut chanter l'amour
Tous les refrains qui sont notre histoire de tous les jours
Des refrains sans façon, plein de sentiments autour
À chacun sa chanson, chacun sa chanson d'amour
(À chacun sa chanson, chacun sa chanson d'amour)
À chacun sa chanson, chacun sa chanson d'amour
(À chacun sa chanson, chacun sa chanson d'amour)
À chacun sa chanson, chacun sa chanson

Petite Sirène
Composer(s): J.P. Buccolo; Francis Cabrel
Performer(s): Francis Cabrel



Pleure pas petite sirène
La ville dort encore
Ton histoire commence à peine
Pleure pas petite sirène
Le jour attend dehors
Dans les brumes des fontaines
Ce matin est si clair
Ce silence est si doux
Des paroles d'hommes flottent dans l'air
Tout le monde a rendez-vous
La nuit est passée toute entière
Creusée sur nos joues
Tu déchires tout d'un trait de lumière
Et c'est la vie tout à coup...
La vie tout à coup
Pleure pas petite sirène
La ville dort encore
Ton histoire commence à peine
Pleure pas petite sirène
Le jour attend dehors
Dans les brumes des fontaines
Ça se voit que tu viens de chez les anges
T'es belle comme tout
Ça se voit que nos manières te dérangent
Et ces lumières partout
Tout ces fantômes qui te touchent
Ces mains qui te secouent
Cette bouffée d'air froid dans ta bouche
C'est la vie tout à coup...
La vie tout à coup
Pleure pas petite sirène
La ville dort encore
Ton histoire commence à peine
Pleure pas petite sirène
Le jour attend dehors
Dans les brumes des fontaines
Voilà que tu viens comme une reine
Juste à la pointe du jour
Avec dans son écho de porcelaine
Ton appel au secours
Comme un signal pour que s'égraine
Ce temps qui s'enfuit à son tour
D'abord les heures, les jours, les semaines
Et puis les années d'amour...
Les années d'amour
Pleure pas petite sirène
La ville dort encore
Ton histoire commence à peine
Pleure pas petite sirène
Le jour attend dehors
Dans les brumes des fontaines
Pleure pas petite sirène...
Pleure pas petite sirène
Le jour attend dehors
Dans les brumes des fontaines

Sippin' Soda
Composer(s): Paul Campbell
Performer(s): Guy Mitchell



Sippin' soda, sippin' soda
A-sippin' soda through a straw
Sippin' soda, sippin' soda
A-sippin' soda through a straw

The prettiest girl (The prettiest girl)
I ever saw (I ever saw)
Was sippin' soda  (Was sippin' soda)
Through a straw (Just through a straw)
I asked her what she sat there for
Just sippin' soda through a straw

She says to me (She says to me)
Oh, can't you see (Oh, can't you see)
That this is all (That this is all)
That I live for (That I live for)
I must admit that she looked sweet
When sippin' soda through a straw

Sippin' soda, sippin' soda
A-sippin' soda through a straw
Sippin' soda, sippin' soda
A-sippin' soda through a straw

And when she smiled (And when she smiled)
I lost my heart (I lost my heart)
I looked around ( I looked around)
Found another straw (Found another straw)
I wanted one thing more and more
To sip her soda through a straw

I held her hand (I held her hand)
And she held mine (And she held mine)
We sipped and sipped (We sipped and sipped)
And sipped some more (And sipped some more)
This is the end, there is no more
Of sippin' soda through a straw

Oh, sippin' soda, sippin' soda
A-sippin' soda through a straw
Sippin' soda, sippin' soda
A-sippin' soda through a straw

Petite Marie
Composer(s): Francis Cabrel
Performer(s): Francis Cabrel; K-Mel



Petite Marie, je parle de toi
Parce qu'avec ta petite voix
Tes petites manies, tu as versé sur ma vie
Des milliers de roses
Petite furie, je me bats pour toi
Pour que dans dix mille ans de ça
On se retrouve à l'abri, sous un ciel aussi joli
Que des milliers de roses
Je viens du ciel et les étoiles entre elles
Ne parlent que de toi
D'un musicien qui fait jouer ses mains
Sur un morceau de bois
De leur amour plus bleu que le ciel autour
Petite Marie, je t'attends transi
Sous une tuile de ton toit
Le vent de la nuit froide me renvoie la ballade
Que j'avais écrite pour toi
Petite furie, tu dis que la vie
C'est une bague à chaque doigt
Au soleil de Floride, moi mes poches sont vides
Et mes yeux pleurent de froid
Je viens du ciel et les étoiles entre elles
Ne parlent que de toi
D'un musicien qui fait jouer ses mains
Sur un morceau de bois
De leur amour plus bleu que le ciel autour
Dans la pénombre de ta rue
Petite Marie, m'entends-tu?
Je n'attends plus que toi pour partir...
Dans la pénombre de ta rue
Petite Marie, m'entends-tu?
Je n'attends plus que toi pour partir...
Je viens du ciel et les étoiles entre elles
Ne parlent que de toi
D'un musicien qui fait jouer ses mains
Sur un morceau de bois
De leur amour plus bleu que le ciel autour