Sister Golden Hair 
Composer(s): Gerry Beckley
First release by: America - 1975



Well I tried to make it Sunday
But I got so damned depressed
That I set my sights on Monday
And I got myself undressed
Uh I ain't ready for the altar
But I do agree there's times
When a woman sure can be a friend of mine

Well I keep on thinkin' 'bout you
Sister golden, hair's a prize
And I just can't live without you
Can't you see it in my eyes
Uh I been one poor correspondent
And I been too, too hard to find
But it doesn't mean you ain't been on my mind

Will you meet me in the middle
Will you meet me in the air
Will you love me just a little
Just enough to show you care
Well I tried to fake it, I don't mind sayin'
I just can't make it

Well I keep on thinkin' 'bout you
Sister Golden-haired surprise
And I just can't live without you
Can't you see it in my eyes
Now I been one poor correspondent
And I been too, too hard to find
But it doesn't mean you ain't been on my mind

Will you meet me in the middle
Will you meet me in the air
Will you love me just a little
Just enough to show you care
Well I tried to fake it, I don't mind sayin'
I just can't make it

Philosopher
Composer(s): P. Papini; J. Schwartz
Performer(s): Yellowstone & Voice



All of the children in the park
Searching the sculpture to find where you are
All of the blind men in the dark follow you
Do you know where you go?
All of the travelers on the road
Put down the burdens to see where you go
All of the mortals with their loss
Follow you anywhere, follow you
Do you know where you go?
Philosopher
If he should turn his head around
He will see they’re all about
All of these people falling down
Philosopher
Can you survive the world you teach?
And can we live the world you preach?
All of your people out of reach
All of the people wanting more
Needing to follow a philosopher
All of the wealthy and the poor
Follow you anywhere, follow you
Do you know where you go?
Philosopher
If he should turn his head around
He will see they’re all about
All of these people falling down
Philosopher
Can you survive the world you teach?
And can we live the world you preach?
All of your people out of reach
Philosopher
If he should turn his head around
He will see they’re all about
All of these people falling down

Stress
First performance by: Odd Børre - 1968



Må... må... må... må... må... må skynde meg å
Gå... gå... gå... gå... gå... gå slik at jeg kan
Nå... nå... nå... nå... nå siste bussen hjem

Ha... ha... ha... ha... ha... ha... ha det riktig
Bra... bra... bra... bra... bra... bra, ikke glem å
Ta... ta... ta... ta... ta sovemedisin

Små doser er bra, må slappe litt av
Skru på din radio, du har jo sov-i-ro

Ri... ri... ri... ri... ri... ri... ringes ved når
Vi... vi... vi... vi... vi... vi, får litt bedre
Tid... tid... tid... tid... tid, siste bussen går

Men en gang - kanskje neste år - skal vi få tid til alle ting
En gang - kanskje neste år - ta alt med ro, bare rusle omkring

Må... må... må... må... må... må, mange flere
Sa... sa... sa... sa... sa... sa... saker jeg sku'
Pra... pra... pra... pra... pra... pratet med deg om

Men... men... men... men... men... men alt de der må
Ven... ven... ven... ven... vente til vi ses i -
Gjen... gjen... gjen... gjen... gjen, siste bussen går

Prøv meditasjon... prøv te med sitron
Ta deg en liten drink... ja du må være flink

Må... må... må... må... må... må skynde meg å
Gå... gå... gå... gå... gå... gå slik at jeg kan
Nå... nå... nå... nå... nå siste bussen hjem

Philadelphia Lawyer (aka Reno Blues)
Composer(s): Woody Guthrie
Performer(s): Woody Guthrie;
and various other artists



Way out in Reno Nevada
Where romance blooms and fades
A great Philadelphia lawyer
Was in love with a Hollywood maid

Come love and we will wander
Down where the lights are bright
I'll win you a divorce from your husband
And we can get married tonight

Now, Bill was a gun totin' cowboy
Ten notches were carved on his gun
And all the boys around Reno
Left Wild Bill's maiden alone

One night when he was returning
From riding the range in the cold
He dreamed of his Hollywood sweetheart
Her love was as lasting as gold

As he drew near her window
Two shadows he saw in the shade
Twas a great Philadelphia lawyer
Making love to Bill's Hollywood maid

The night was as still as the desert
The moon hanging high overhead
Bill listened awhile to the window
He could hear every word that was said

Your hands are so pretty and lovely
Your form so rare and divine
Come go with me to the city
And leave this wild cowboy behind

Tonight back in old Pennsylvania
Among those beautiful pines
There's one less Philadelphia lawyer
In old Philadelphia tonight

Sisotowbell Lane
Composer(s): Joni Mitchell
Performer(s): Joni Mitchell



Sisotowbell Lane
Noah is fixing the pump in the rain
He brings us no shame
We always knew that he always knew

Up over the hill
Jovial neighbors come down when they will
With stories to tell
Sometimes they do
Yes sometimes we do
We have a rocking chair
Each of us rocks his share
Eating muffin buns and berries
By the steamy kitchen window
Sometimes we do
Our tongues turn blue

Sisotowbell Lane
Anywhere else now would seem very strange
The seasons are changing
Everyday in everyway
Sometimes it is spring
Sometimes it is not anything
A poet can sing
Sometimes we try
Yes we always try
We have a rocking chair
Somedays we rock and stare
At the woodlands and the grasslands
and the badlands 'cross the river
Sometimes we do
We like the view

Sisotowbell Lane
Go to the city you'll come back again
To wade thru the grain
You always do
Yes we always do
Come back to the stars
Sweet well water and pickling jars

We'll lend you the car
We always do
Yes sometimes we do
We have a rocking chair
Someone is always there
Rocking rhythms while they're waiting
with the candle in the window
Sometimes we do
We wait for youSisotowbell Lane
Noah is fixing the pump in the rain
He brings us no shame
We always knew that he always knew

Up over the hill
Jovial neighbors come down when they will
With stories to tell
Sometimes they do
Yes sometimes we do
We have a rocking chair
Each of us rocks his share
Eating muffin buns and berries
By the steamy kitchen window
Sometimes we do
Our tongues turn blue

Sisotowbell Lane
Anywhere else now would seem very strange
The seasons are changing
Everyday in everyway
Sometimes it is spring
Sometimes it is not anything
A poet can sing
Sometimes we try
Yes we always try
We have a rocking chair
Somedays we rock and stare
At the woodlands and the grasslands
and the badlands 'cross the river
Sometimes we do
We like the view

Sisotowbell Lane
Go to the city you'll come back again
To wade thru the grain
You always do
Yes we always do
Come back to the stars
Sweet well water and pickling jars

We'll lend you the car
We always do
Yes sometimes we do
We have a rocking chair
Someone is always there
Rocking rhythms while they're waiting
with the candle in the window
Sometimes we do
We wait for you

Philadelphia Freedom
Composer(s): Elton John; Bernie Taupin
Performer(s): Elton John



I used to be a rolling stone
You know if the cause was right
I'd leave to find the answer on the road
I used to be a heart beating for someone
But the times have changed
The less I say the more my work gets done

`Cause I live and breathe this Philadelphia freedom
From the day that I was born I've waved the flag
Philadelphia freedom took me knee-high to a man
Yeah gave me peace of mind my daddy never had

Oh Philadelphia freedom shine on me, I love you
Shine a light through the eyes of the ones left behind
Shine a light shine a light
Shine a light won't you shine a light
Philadelphia freedom I love you, yes I do

If you choose to you can live your life alone
Some people choose the city
Some others choose the good old family home
I like living easy without family ties
Till the whippoorwill of freedom zapped me
Right between the eyes

Sir William Gower
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Fairport Convention



I am a sailor, both stout and strong
To a goodly vessel I do belong
Well guard and anchored and well equipped
Sir William Gower and a very fine ship

Our captain in his cabin lay
When a dreadful voice to him did say
"This night with me in the deep you'll be
So prepare yourself and your company"

The sky grew dark and the sea grew still
Though the men were fearful and the air was chill
Sir William rose to meet his men
Saying "Hear me now for I'll not speak again"

"I loved my mother when she was alive
And to my sister I gave babies five
I killed my wife and her children three
So I now must face what has come for me"

"You'll lash a timber close to my side
And throw me out on the water wide
And if I swim then let me be
But if I sink them pray for me"

So we tied his head and we tied his feet
And around his middle a winding sheet
At every knot the sea did stir
Grew ready for the murderer

And then we saw his open grave
The likeness of a single wave
That swept our ship from her stern to her bow
And bore away Sir William Gower

Philadelphia Filly
Composer(s): Tracy Pendarvis
Performer(s): Tracy Pendarvis



Tallahassie Lassie had a lot on the ball
Susie Q and Peggy Sue has met you all
My Philly filly from old P A
A modern day rocker in a space age way
Philadelphia filly
Man, she's a dilly, hey!

When she's dancin', she can really go
Twistin' or a-boppin', she steals the show
Looks so neat, walkin' down the street
She's my filly and she can't be beat
Philadelphia filly
Man, she's a dilly, no!

When she kisses, she makes a smack
Makes a shiver run up my back
Dressed for a weddin' or in old blue jeans
Sweetest gal that you've ever seen
Philadelphia filly
Man, she's a dilly, hey!

Number one rocker all over this land
Swingin' to the music on the big bandstand
Speaking in class or doin' handjive
Makes everybody just come alive
Philadelphia filly
Man she's a dilly, hey!

When she's dancin', she can really go
Twistin' or a-boppin', she steals the show
Looks so neat, walkin' down the street
She's my filly and she can't be beat
Philadelphia filly
Man, she's a dilly, hey!

Philadelphia filly
Oh, she's a dilly
Philadelphia filly
Oh, more pity..........

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